"Maybe if you... if you just gave him a little time to himself out, then—"
"But I don't believe in that garbage and crap you guys do!" Karkat yelled at his parents that were talking in the kitchen. "Can't you just accept that I think differently from you people? Is having an opinion differing from yours offending anybody?! This shit is absolutely fucking ridiculous!" The teenage boy took in a deep breath as he began ranting about his parents overreacting again. "So what if I went to church with you guys when I was fucking six? I believed in anything! Even then, I thought it was boring and stupid. You cannot just throw something else into my face from nine years ago!"
Karkat got sent home from school when he ditched his 3rd period to get his hair dyed. He would have gotten his ears pierced, but he decided against that since it would have just hurt. His brother's old high school friend named Porrim did it for him for free since it was just something she enjoyed doing. Now, instead of a strawberry red color it used to be, his hair was completely black with candy red all along the ends. Most people thought it was pretty cool when he got back to school at 5th period, the principal and his parents didn't take it as well.
At this point, Karkat was being threatened by his parents, saying that they were going to give him a lot of time to think about what he did. He only scoffed and didn't believe a word they said. It was only when his dad threw a suitcase at him and told him to pack his things that he started to believe him.
But maybe I really wouldn't mind, he thought, Maybe getting kicked out would be better than living here. Karkat didn't mind a single bit when he was imagining it deep in his head.
What he actually got was the least expected option to be chosen by his parents.
About a week after the argument occurred, Karkat was thrown onto a bus by his parents. He only had a small bag of things, but it felt to heavy trying to move along to find a seat.
15-year-old Karkat Vantas was being sent to the boarding school of Condescension. It was a place where parents sent their bad kids; the ones that needed to be taught year-round lesson. The only thing Karkat found totally horrible so far was the fact he was having trouble finding a seat to sit in where he thought it wouldn't be too bad. All the way in the back was a trio of blonde boys wearing sun glasses. Another space had two boys with face paint on. Another seat had two blonde girls, one looking like she was about to cry and the other giggly. There was a seat with an alone boy with brown hair, and he was looking out the window. "Mind if I sit here?" Karkat asked. The kid just shrugged. "Thure, I don't really care." He said with a lisp.
It was silent for a few minutes when the other boy looked from the window. "So what got you in this hell?" He asked. "Oh, I dyed my hair. That's it. I also went against their beliefs. They are overly religious, because God fucking forbid I have a hole in my jeans." Karkat sighed and rolled his eyes. "Oh, haha! That's not cool of your parens, dude. I hacked into government files 'cause I was bored. They tracked me down and I totally almost got arrested!" He laughed. "That is... Bad ass!"
"I'm Sollux." He gave his hand to shake. "Karkat. Mind telling me how to spell your name just to be sure he heard it right?"
"Well, that's a nice change. Usually people misshear me and just call me 'Thoulluckth'. It's S-O-L-L-U-X."
The two chatted for the rest of the bus ride, pushing away the thoughts of the boarding school the entire time.