Chapter 1: Routine
Beep. Beep.
"Aw, shut the motherfuck up!" 17 year old Gamzee Makara said to his alarm clock as he slammed his hand on the snooze button. He rose from his pillow after about 5 more minutes of sleep. Today was going to be his first day at new school after his family which consisted of him, his dad, Henry Makara, his biological older brother Kurloz Makara and his adopted brother Karkat Vantas, had to move to L.A. during winter break. After Mr. Makara got a promotion, which required a transfer to California with the promise of a more permanent home for his sons, but also less family time. Neither he nor Karkat had been exceptionally thrilled with the move but it didn't matter, after all this was the 5th school in 3 years and L.A. would be fun. Still feeling groggy Gamzee rose from his bed and strode to his dresser pulling out clothes at random.
"Oh good you're up. Breakfast will be ready in 5 minutes." A voice came from the door way and Gamzee turned to see Karkat leaning against the door framet. Karkat had become a member of the family after his father died from liver cancer. Mr. Makara had been his godfather and Karkat's only option since the only other family he had was an uncle who wouldn't be able to support him. The boys had known each other since they were toddlers so the transition wasn't all that hard.
Today Karkat was wearing a black long-sleeve shirt with a cherry red crab on it, grey jeans and black and red converse. His dark brown hair was combed to frame his face, but was sticking up in some places.
'Not bad, I guess I should dress to impress too.' Gamzee thought as he went back to looking through clothes.
"Okay Karbro, I'll be down there in a sec." Karkat nodded and left closing the door behind him.
Gamzee turned back to his dresser deciding to settle for a black T-shirt with a purple skull on the front, his indigo hoodie, black jeans and purple and black pants. After giving himself a once over in the bathroom mirror he put on his face paint. He brushed his teeth then made his way to the kitchen. The house was pretty big, more than enough room for the family of four and pretty state of the art with all kinds of gadgets and buttons that he figured he shouldn't touch.
"Good motherfucking morning dad and bros." Gamzee greeted the men at the table who were chowing down on pancakes and bacon. Kurloz looked up and waved then turned back to his food. Karkat waved him over to the empty spot between him and Kurloz. Gamzee strode over and sat down digging into his food.
"So today's your fist day, Gamzee do you have your meds?" Mr. Makara asks.
"Yeah pops, in my bag I'll take some after I eat." Gamzee replied. Last time he took the pills without eating first he threw up pretty bad. He did not want a repeat of that.
"Good, Kurloz is driving you to the school today since I need to be in the office pretty soon. Take the SUV." Henry replied, tossing Kurloz the keys. Kurloz catches them and nods; he didn't care either way.
