Hey guys, I don't know if anyone writes Homestuck fanfiction anymore, but I needed a creative outlet and I'm kinda in love with these characters after what, like 3 years of not even looking at homestuck? Okay so leave me a review if you read and lmk what you think. (If anyone wants to make a cover photo, go for it and I'll use it). Check my profile for character bios in this story.

*All intellectual property belongs to Andrew Hussie.*

"And now you can see that the graph has been flipped. Do you guys get that the negative sign causes the wave to be facing one way, while removing it causes it to flip?" The loud obnoxious voice pierced Dave's ears. He sighed and looked at the board. He knew that the information was wrong. She was wrong about the exact thing that she was teaching. The negative graph that she had drawn was actually a positive graph. Dave didn't raise his hand to correct her.

He didn't care. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. If people knew that he was actually smart, it would ruin his whole reputation. Dave scribbled the correct graph onto his worksheet in his messy handwriting. The nosy popular girl sitting next to him - definitely just to flirt with him - peered over at his graph, and then raised her hand.

"Mrs. Green?" She said snottily, taking a glance at Dave before turning back to the teacher. "Dave did his graph wrong. I think you should take his paper and go over the lesson again." She grinned, happy with having brought attention to herself and Dave. Dave rolled his eyes under his shades. Mrs. Green waltzed over to their desk pair and took Dave's sheet, glancing over it quickly. She pursed her lips, and then turned back toward the front of the room, clacking her worn nude heels across the linoleum. She placed Dave's graph underneath the document camera. His sloppy work was projected onto the board, causing the white balance of the camera to shift until you could see his work. Dave did his work in pen, he didn't believe in redo's.

"I'd like to apologize to the class," Mrs. Green chirped, "Dave is actually right." She edited the answer key on her desk before looking over at Dave. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't really give a shit." Dave shrugged before realizing his mistake.

Mrs. Green sighed. "I'm sorry Dave, I'm going to have to send you down to the principal's office again. It's procedure. No swearing in class." He rolled his eyes again before gathering his things and waltzing out of the room without another word. He walked the familiar route to the office of his least favorite person, Principal Walken. He was a morbidly fat man who only really became principal because he enjoyed yelling at kids. Dave wouldn't be surprised if Walken were a pedophile or something. His biggest claim to fame was that he shared a last name with the prolific actor, Christopher Walken, but Dave was certain that his principal probably couldn't even name one of his numerous movies.

Dave had been to Walken's office a multitude of times in his 3 plus years at the school, but mostly they were for minor offenses, like swearing in class or having headphones on while he was supposed to be doing work. It wasn't like he wasn't doing the work, he was. Most of his teachers knew that, including Mrs. Green.

Principal Walken was especially harsh on Dave because of his situation. Walken assumed that since he had been under his brother's care for the past five years, it meant that there were no rules in their household and that Dave was a delinquent. That might have been true. Dave didn't really have a sense of what consequences were, but Dirk did a fairly good job bringing home the bacon and providing for Dave.

He pushed open the heavy doors to the principal's office without knocking and waltzed in, plopping down on one of the two seats in the room. Dave wanted to be in and out of there as quick as he could so he could spend the rest of the period walking around the hallways. He had finished all of his work anyways. The fat man spun his wheely chair around and glared at him, crossing his arms. They sat there for a few seconds before anyone spoke.

"Welcome back Strider. What are you in here for this time? Smoking weed on campus? Walking around shirtless? Telling your teacher to 'fuck off'?" Dave smirked. Okay, maybe he had done some things in the past. The principal leaned back in his chair, his weight causing it to creak and bend underneath him. Dave simply shrugged at his question. Walken's face turned from stern to angry. "Dave, for God's sake can you take those sunglasses off and make eye contact with me?"

"I have sensitive eyes. The light screws with them." Dave repeated the excuse he had used so many times before. Walken gave a frustrated grunt. Dave wasn't lying. His albinism made his eyes very sensitive to light, but that's not why he wore them. The lack of pigment in his eyes was so strong that his irises were a fierce, candy red, which was honestly grotesque and terrifying. He didn't wear the sunglasses as a child, he didn't dye his hair to a darker blonde either. It wasn't until he was teased and called 'demon', harassed by parents and children alike, that he started changing his appearance. If it weren't for the light dusting of freckles that covered his body, his skin would be snow white. Dave made sure to get enough sun.

He wished that the albinism had a more common effect on him. He had done a lot of googling and research about his condition. Most commonly, albino people had royal blue eyes that were beautiful and solid. Dave always longed for his eyes to be normal, even for an albino kid, and had even worn color contacts under his shades for a while. No matter what he did, the red peeked through in ways he didnt want it to. Albinism was like a curse that he had to live with, and he always wished that the curse weren't so visible.

Dave's mother wasn't albino. He didn't know his father, but he was certain that he wasn't much of a snow white either. Dave had always wondered why he and his brother had suffered the effects of the gene so strongly. Dirks skin and hair were as pale and translucent as his was, only Dirk's eyes were less of a piercing red and more of a passable orange.

"Your file says that this is your 15th offense this year." Principal Walken murmured, clicking his mouse with unnecessary force. "Have we discussed what happens when you reach lucky 15 at this school?" Dave shook his head. "Well, you have two options. Either you take three weeks of suspension, or choose option two."

"What's option two?" Dave pushed.

"You can mentor a new kid. Either a freshman or someone who transferred in." Walken paused for Dave to scoff. "You know, teach them how to not be you. Show them around the school, tell them where to sit at lunch. Give them advice. We think it will help our 'troubled students' to turn their anger and rebellion into something good." Dave instantly knew that three weeks suspension would be the right option for him. Even though it would go on his permanent record, he didn't think he'd be able to handle following a sad little freshman around the school. As if he were reading his thoughts, the principal added one more condition. "Also, the mentoring program goes on your permanent record as volunteering. No demerits." Dave cursed under his breath. He cared way too much about college. He didn't want the suspension on his record if he didnt have to have it there.

"I guess..." Dave trailed off. "I guess I'll take the mentoring program." It took all of his pride to say that. Dave wanted to come off like he didn't care so badly, but his true nature got the best of him. "I wonder what Dirk will say."

Principal Walken grinned triumphantly. "Don't worry, we'll call him." He turned to the phone on his desk, pressed a few buttons, and then brought the microphone end up to his mouth. "John Egbert to the principal's office please." Oh God, Dave thought. What kind of name is John Egbert? There was a few minutes of silence while Walken typed aimlessly into his computer, probably updating Dave's file. Suddenly, there was a polite knock on the door and a boy entered.

There, Dave was met with eyes, the same blue eyes that he had always dreamt of having.