Warning: Written out of pure randomness and...high off of Sam's Cola...Also, LOOSLY based off of my day ^_^' Also, very small hint of BoyXBoy ( Very much later XD ). And...language. Also, possible OOC
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Started : 4/3/2012 4:10 pm
Karkat sighed as he was forced to walk in a line, he'd always hated lines...Don't ask, it was just a random thing he hated.
His teacher was a rather old woman, in maybe her fifty's. Light gray hair pulled back in a low bun. She had wide brown eyes and a nice smile. Despite the way the class acted, she'd brushed it off and acted good naturally towards everything. Even when the idiots cursed, insulted, and didn't listen to her.
Karkat swore her patience was that of a godsend.
He sighed and continued his paper paper mache of a rather medium sized crab. He'd blushed brightly when the teacher walked by, offering that kind smile and a good "It looks good, keep up the good work!"
The few classmates who'd heard this little transaction snickered.
Karkat poked his paper paper mache crab and slumped in his chair.
He honestly wished someone he knew was here. He wished he was still in Germany as well. He even missed his mother.
-About thirty minutes had passed-
He got up, holding the newspaper by the edges and brought it to the little table behind Mrs. Marie's desk and set it under, next to the other odd projects.
He walked to the small sink and scrubbed at his hands. Effectively washing away the strange concoction that was a mix of flour and water.
He calmly walked back to his seat and sat down, his back arched.
He sat up, digging in his back pack. After a few minutes, he slowly emerged with a large notebook.
He flipped the blue cover to the first, start white crisp page and began writing a letter in German to his mother.
Hello mother,
How are you? I'm good. I've started out my first day at a new school. It's slightly scary...American culture is slightly more weird...Mostly the people.
Father finally got a job. It was actually difficult mostly because Father is a lazy oaf.
I think though, that I have met two friends...
One is in a wheelchair, and the other is a possible drug addict. Both are rather nice though.
They were the first to talk to me today.
I really miss you.
Love,
your son, Karkat.
He stared at his letter with a blank look.
Straight to the point, as usual.
He closed his journal just as the first bell went off. He shoved his journal inside his back pack and zipped it up.
-Three minutes later-
That same stupid shrieking bell went off.
He sighed and slipped on his back pack, waving towards Mrs. Marie.
He walked out of the door, and into the sea of teenagers.
Finished: 4/4/2012 8:08 pm
Oh gott...This was slightly hard to write ;3;
Anyway, I hope you liked this...
-Ray