AN: I don't Homestuck, Dave Strider, or Karkat Vantas, but I wish I did. XD Anyway, please review. This is my first fanfic, so constructive criticism please~ Thanks!

You are now Dave Strider, the new kid

You are now Dave, and you are, for the first time, the new kid. In your old school everyone knew each other and everyone was friends, or at least got along.

But you just moved, and everything is changing, and you're almost scared. Except you're the cool kid, and everything is changing, and you're cool with that. Leaving was full of goodbyes tainted with mourning, as though you're dead, but in that small town, leaving is like you are. They'll mourn you for a while, and then move on. Maybe even forget. The town leaves no room for fickleness.

You'll miss them, sure, but you've always fantasized about leaving and starting a new life in a big city, in somewhere bustling and busy. This town is only slightly larger, but, oh well, close enough. Your bro decided to move you guys because he found out your sister- you didn't even know you had one, but oh well, things happen- lives there with her mother's parents. Her, and by extension, your- mother had died of alcohol overdose. You never knew the lady, so you're not particularly sad. Still depressing, though.

Anyway, today is your first day and these are your first thoughts as you walk through the doors. The first thing for you to do is report to the principal's office. He has a gray comb over and wrinkly face. He welcomes you in a raspy, dying voice, and then directs you the vice principal, who you guess is really in control. She's a woman, and you can tell she's 30 at a glance; she wears it well, though. She gives you all the information you need, including your locker number and schedule, in a voice that gives you the impression that this is her passion and she's thanking you for being here so she can do this. You decide you like her and head out to your locker.

You're here early, so the hallway's mostly empty except for a few early-birds. When you get to your locker, one of said early birds is leaning against your locker. She is the mirror image of you; the same sandy-blonde hair, same thin, lithe body shape, same face. There's only one difference between you two, besides your genders and the consequences of that, and that's her eyes. Instead of a fiery red, which is the reason you wear glasses, they're exposed and an admittedly pretty shade of lavender.

"Yo." You call out to her as you approach. "I guess you're my sister or whatever."

"I must be." She says with a smile, "And you must be Dave. I'm Rose"

"Looks like we're twins, but I suppose that's obvious since we're the same grade." You conclude, "Weird. Why haven't we been experiencing any ESP shit? No telepathy? Or weird dream interactions?" You ask her, opening your locker and dumping books inside as she steps aside. "I must've got stuck with the worst twin ever to not be fucking magical."

"What a shame," Rose cries out sarcastically, grabbing your schedule, "I arranged for us to have all our classes together, and it looks like it actually worked."

"Why'd you do that?" You ask, "And how?"

"Oh, I thought it'd be hard starting in the middle of this term." Rose discloses, continuing with a condescending smile, "Oh, nothing special. I know people."
You raise your eyebrow at this, "Sounds like your part of a bullshit cult man. Pretty creepy, but whatever. I don't want to know about your horrific tentacle gods of terror or whatever."

She lets out a chuckle, and as the bell rings, you guys head to class, talking about random shit you don't ever remember. Class is normal, and the teacher is a hilariously generic history teacher; short, old, and fat.

Things start to get interesting when you walk out of class, though. Rose is lingering with some other chick you guess she likes or whatever, judging by the way they look at each other- your next class is just across the hall, and she told you to go ahead.

You're just walking out the class, distracted by your own thoughts when you bump into someone. Luckily, neither of you fall, but a few of your books are knocked down as well as your glasses.

Fuck.

You both look up at the same time. He's about to say something, and so are you, but you stop when you make eye contact: his eyes are like a mirror, looking into your own vividly red eyes.