Author's Note: Sorry I haven't been updating lately. A lot on my mind and a lot of homework. Next chapter will be high school for poor Karkat. Sorry it's so sad, btw. I promise I'll have a happy ending ;w;
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BAM. BAM.
Karkat jumped awake with a start by two loud bangs on his bedroom door. As his heart rate slowed, Karkat groaned and quickly got up.
"Karkat, time to get ready, bro." Gamzee called from the hallway after a long pause between the knocks.
Karkat heaved a heavy sigh. He hated school from the moment he started it. Everyone, and he meant everyone, made fun of him for his strange white hair and piercing red eyes. If they didn't make horrible albino puns and swore at him, they'd laugh, whisper, or give him weird or funny looks. He was an outsider, a nobody, he never had a single friend.
Moving to a brand new school only made the thoughts worse. High school was going to be a pain in the ass. Just imagine by how difficult it is for beautiful, normal people how hard it was going to be for him! He couldn't bare to think about it now, he had to wait until it actually happened.
After a long thought process, Karkat made his way to his nightstand, a few inches from him was a lot with his broken body, and dug out one of his only three outfits of clean clothing. Gamzee didn't care, he never bought Karkat clothes unless absolutely necessary.
Karkat took off his boxers, revealing more of his bruised body, and slid on a pair of cheap jeans and a turtleneck sweater with the Cancer zodiac sign symbol on it. He winced as he slid his hands up his legs to pull his pants up, and winced again when he had to lift his arms to fit into his sweater. After putting his slip-on dark gray shoes on, he walked out the door and into the bathroom, where he tried to brush his mane of white, tangled hair. After managing and saying "Good enough," to himself in his head, he made his way painfully down the stairs and into the kitchen. He sat down at a dining room chair with a bowl of cereal.
"Morning," Gamzee said. "Don't forget your cover-up."
Fuck. Karkat had forgotten, he had to wear makeup to his first day of high school. Oh joy.
"Y-Yeah. Alright, Gamzee." Karkat stuttered. "Fuck you" is what he meant to say, but as always, he'd probably get beaten and killed.
Karkat finished his bowl of cereal, put the bowl in the sink, and walked up the stairs again to the bathroom. Karkat walked in, looked in the cupboards, and found the foundation he was supposed to wear. As the albino squirted a bit onto his finger, he rubbed it onto his face to realize it was actually the right skin tone. But of course, it was the lightest you could find at the store.
"Gam really knows me well," Karkat tried to joke to himself. He laughed at his own racist remarks and walked out of the bathroom.
"Bye best friend." Gamzee called as Karkat grabbed his backpack and walked out the front door.
"Bye….best friend…." Karkat yelled back. He hated those words, especially when it meant saying them to Gamzee. But if he didn't, he was going to come home to a pissed Gamzee, and a pissed Gamzee was never good.
