Gleestuck
Episode 1
Season 1
Do not own Glee or MSPA.
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It is the morning of the next day of school. Trolls and humes alike flood the entrance and parking lot, speaking in their allotted groups.
You are now the darling fashionista Kanaya Maryam. You slowly step out of your wheeled vehicle, a fabulous faux bullfairyfur bag slung around your shoulder, clutching your rainbowdrinker novel close to your chest. You know it's coming. It's always like this. It happens every morning. You also know you're strong. Despite this preexisting knowledge, every morning you find the same feeling of fear and dread well up in your alimentary canal. You continue your way and you estimate it will be but a matter of seconds before-
"You. You wwith the bag, get over here." said the familiar, snobbish voice of the football player who was apparently deemed to babysit this particular gang of chartreuse clad brutes. You look down and attempt to skitter away, wishing you had brought your chainsaw with you. Unfortunately your strife specibus remains woefully empty.
Despite your attempt to abscond, you feel a hand grab your should in a not so gentle manner and drag you toward the garbage receptacle. Perhaps one of them you would be able to make work of, even two, but you know that against the herd of them you don't stand a chance with aggrieving. You frown, giving up and shoving your books into the arms of a disconcertingly sweaty troll and throw your arms up in submission.
You hit the pile of trash with a soft scrunch and a chorus of laughter follows. Your frown deepens. You get out, not able to avoid the acute knife of embarrassment stabbing into your collapsing and expanding bladder based vascular system. You stumble out of the deep receptacle and yank your books out of the sweaty arms of a large troll, stomping away from the dying choir of laughter.
This place really sucks.
==» Nepeta: Walk the halls with your matesprit ("boyfriend")