Karkat's POV

When we finally arrive, I am so tired I don't even notice until my mom tells me to carry my things inside, I grumble, still half asleep, I grab my black duffel bag and swing it onto my bruised shoulder, causing me to wince. It was when my father beat me last week when I got caught skipping class. None of the less, I shrug it off and continue my walk, if I can even call it that, partly because I look like a zombie from the walking dead, to our small house. Since it was 6 am, its still pitch black outside. I walk through the previously opened door and walk through our kitchen, almost running into the marble island, and walk into a small room, and without thinking, I dropped my bag onto the oak wood floor and stumble onto my bed, pulling the gray comforters up to the middle of my face and turn onto my side, falling asleep almost instantly.

AN( Authors Note)

Sorry the last two chapters are short and useless, but it will get longer and better, trust me. :o) – May 2nd

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