Kankri. Go home.
It's been a little over an hour since you entered your math class. School should be ending any moment now and quite frankly you're tired of listening to the assholes around you. You've spent the whole class period trying to take notes while the rest of the class continues to talk over what the teacher is saying. Apparently your teacher does not take into consideration that some people in this room are actually trying to pass his class.
After about another ten minutes of listening to the other students talk around you, quite loudly might you add, the bell signaling the end of the day finally rings. This of course causes everyone in your class to get up and rush out of the room. One of them, a boy that sits in the back of the room, even thinks that it is appropriate to knock your binder off of your desk, sending papers off in different directions. It was not appropriate.
You hold completely still as everyone else leaves the classroom, breathing evenly and looking straight ahead. Then after the last person has left, you slowly move from your seat to kneel on the ground and gather up your papers. After stacking them neatly and then placing them into your binder again, deciding you will organize it later, you return all of your belongings back into your satchel and quickly leave the room.
As you make your way down the hall you keep your head down, trying to avoid the crowd as much as possible while making your way to your locker.
Once you get there, you stand as close to the wall as you can, fumbling with the lock, easily putting in your combination. You open your locker only to have it closed again with a loud slam. You pull your hands away from the door just in time to not get your finger crushed. You grimace at the noise as your head snaps over to face the person who had shut your locker. Meenah Peixes. "Hey insufferable."
By no means do you like Meenah. She picks on you and treats you horribly a lot of the time. She calls you names and talks down to you. But, she is not as bad as a lot of people that pick on you. Meenah, at least, knows when enough is enough. Porrim has told you many times that Meenah treats everyone like this; that she doesn't mean anything by it, it's just how she acts.
You let out a quiet sigh and start to open your locker back up, "Meenah. I have told you several times I absolutely detest you using that name to-" she shuts the locker again.
This time you turn to face her fully to see she is leaning against the wall by your locker. She puts a tan and perfectly manicured hand on her hip, smirking. "You seen Serket anywhere?"
You think back for a moment, looking upwards. You can't recall having seen her since lunch time when she dropped by your table to talk to Porrim. Your gaze falls back to Meenah's dark brown eyes, but you can hear her tapping her foot in annoyance as she crosses her arms, "Weeeelll?"
"I have not seen her since lunch." You pause for a moment before asking, "Why would I know where sh-" she cuts you of again, you know she doesn't like to listen to you talk, not many people do, "Her and Maryam skipped class last period. "You frown at this. Porrim has skipped class before and each time you have lectu- explained to her why she should not be skipping classes in favor of doing who knows what.
Just as you open your mouth to speak you see Porrim and Aranea making their way down the hall, toward the two of you. You would ask Porrim where she had been but you know she will not give you an answer, instead she would tell you it was none of your business. So after pointing in the direction of the two girls you turn back to your locker, opening it again to get your extra textbooks out.
Meenah turns her attention to the shorter of the two girls walking up. "Yo Serket." She looks back at you for a moment, then reaches out, ruffling your messy red hair, "See you Vantas." She grins and walks over to Aranea. She doesn't call you "Insufferable" when Porrim is around. No one really is mean to you when you are with her. You've decided long ago that it's because one; she knows everything about everyone and isn't afraid to spread rumors, true or not. And two; Porrim is absolutely the most beautiful girl in the whole world. She's tall and slender with tan skin, long, dark black hair, and dark green eyes. She has tattoos down her arms and legs, and piercings in her lips and eyebrows, though she still seems to make it look elegant.
Porrim has been your best friend since early middle school. She's one of the only people who is constantly nice to you. Honestly she's more like a sister to you than a friend. The two of you argue sometimes but she's always there for you, and vice versa.
She says a quick goodbye to Aranea and kisses her cheek quickly then starts to walk toward you as the other two girls walk in the opposite direction. Porrim smiles and flips a bit of her hair out of her face as she walks closer. "Hello Kanny." You smile then roll your eyes at the nickname, "Hello Porrim." "Are you ready to go?" She reaches out and tries to smooth the hair that Meenah messed up back down, then hooks her arm with yours and after a small nod from you; the two of you make your way down the hall.
You walk with her to the school's parking lot, engaging in casual conversation as you make your way outside. She tells you how her day went and you tell her how yours was, even though it was no different from any other day.
It's cold outside, and by the time you reach your car, your hands are cold. You both say goodbye and after a quick, "Please drive safe." from you, she walks away, leaving you to get in your car and be on your way to pick up your little brother from the middle school.
You drive slowly the whole way there. Though you've had your license for a couple of years now, you have never really gotten use to driving. Karkat sometimes fusses about the way you drive, occasionally telling you that you "drive like a grandma." Though for the most part, he is rather understanding, only getting annoyed when you refuse to turn the music up.
Once you get to the middle school, you pull up to the pickup area where you see Karkat standing by the door to the front of the school. He's almost always one of the last people picked up.
When you pull up to the curb he's already waiting beside it. He opens the door and slides into the passenger side, tossing his book bag over his shoulder into the back seat. You glance over at him before you start driving again, "How was school?" He gives you a short shrug. "It was fine I guess." You nod slightly in acknowledgement as he proceeds to tell you about his day.
Karkat looks a lot like you. You both have the same brown eyes, with tiny red flecks in them. You both have the same button nose, and ears and facial shape, though his face was a bit chubbier, only because he was young and still had a bit of baby fat left. You are both are pretty short, and relatively skinny. The only major difference between the two of you is your hair. While you both have messy hair, his is dark brown, almost black, and yours is red.
The two of you slowly fall back into silence for a while. After a few minutes you speak up again, "Do you have any homework for this tonight?" He blinks a bit, seeming to think about it for a moment. "Oh! I have a group history project that I have to work on. Can my partner come over tomorrow?" You think it over for a moment, then decide that the two of you really didn't have anything planned. "Yes, of course they can. Who is it? Will one of their parents pick them up?"
Your younger brother sighs quietly at the questions, "He's this new kid named Eridan that I got stuck with." You furrow your eyebrows a bit, not taking your eyes off the road, "What do you mean you got stuck with him?" He slouches down and crosses his arms, grumbling, "Kanaya wanted to work with Vriska this time, and Gamzee wasn't there today, and no one wanted to be partners with his kid because he's really weird and wouldn't shut the f-… shut up about Harry Potter."
Your mouth opens slightly then closes again at the younger boys near slip up. Karkat has lately made a bad habit of swearing. You've had to lecture him several times within the past few months on his behavior, even having to request your father to talk to him once. While he has been cursing less frequently since then, he still occasionally seems to forget to watch what he says. You did however look up different articles about children swearing and have decided that he is just going through a phase.
You shake your head a bit. "Karkat that is very rude of you to sa-" "but he's not here!" You frown and explain, "That does not make it any less acceptable." He slumps down a bit more in his seat, looking out the window. "Oh and he said his big brother could come get him." You nod again, "Find out what time he would be picked up and let me know." "Okay."
And with that, the two of you fall back into relative silence for the rest of the ride home.
Hey guys. Thanks for reading! Please review and let me know wht you think of this so far. I've decided that I'll be updateing on Fridays for now, though this might change later on and depending on how fast i write I might start posting two chapters a week. But anyway, thank you guys for reading. 3