And he did just that. After class Karkat made his way to his locker. There were a few kids leaning on it but they politely dispersed after he made it clear that he was heading their way. It took Karkat a good five tries to open the damn thing, and when he did, it was too small to fit the book in comfortably! The now angered boy had to maneuver it awkwardly be able to slam the door to his locker shut. The sound of the door slamming, caused the girl next to him to squeak in shock.
"Well jeez what did that locker ever do to you?" he heard her say.
"It was too fucking small." Karkat's response was bitter. Why was she even worried about it?
He turned to her and the first thing he noticed were the pointy red glasses on her freckled face. Her red-orange hair was the next thing that caught his attention.
"Are you new to this school?" She asked. Her face was angled down a bit for some odd reason.
"Yeah I just moved here. I'm a freshman."
"Ah, I'm a freshman too! The names Terezi." She offered her hand.
"Karkat." He took her hand in a friendly handshake.
"It's nice to meet you Karkat. Anyways, we should get going, bell's about to ring."
"Shit, you're right!"
The two both said a quick goodbye and sped off to their next class. For Karkat it would be ceramics, a class he never signed up for but they put him in it anyways, to accommodate the other overflowing classes. Nothing notable happened in that class. In fact the rest of his classes were boring and redundant. Every now and then he would run into that girl and he went out of his way just to greet her.
At least he made a friend today.
It was finally time to return home. Karkat waited in the back of the bus for the rest of the students to pile in. The bus physically tilted underneath the wait of its newest passenger. A tall, strong looking boy entered the bus and walked right up to the seat Karkat was in. He does nothing for a while, only leaning against the seat, watching the smaller of the two. Finally his deep voice bellowed, "Outta my seat Freshie."
Oh no. Karkat wasn't having this. "I don't see your name on it." The tiny, pale boy protested.
"I don't think you understand fresh meat, get your ass out of my seat before I throw you out of it."
"I will not move." God, Karkat was Rosa Parks-ing him sooo hard right now.
Instead of continuing the argument he simply grabbed the smaller boy by the collar, lifted him out of the seat and dropped him into the aisle. Well then…
The entire bus erupted into mocking laughter at his embarrassment. 'Great,' he thought, 'now I'm a laughing stock. Yet again.'
Finally home, Karkat plopped down on the couch and put up his feet. Since his dad was never home and his brother had already moved out the house was his to rule over. The rest of the boy's day was spent reflecting on the first day in his new school. In all honesty, the only possible good thing that came out of this day was meeting that one ginger girl. 'Ah fuck, what was her name again?'
Okay so there. New character :D
I'm sorry the chapters are gonna be short i guess. they might get longer over time but yeah... :T
R&R please!
Homestuck belongs to Overlord Hussie.