Welp, this chapter is a bit over due as well. Hm, I guess I better start getting you guys some more chapters huh? So let's start this thing off buy saying that Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie. Wait do I have to state that I don't own High School Musical ether? Because I don't own that ether. I on the other hand do own a rather shiny penny, so who's the real winner here? Still no beta so spelling and grammar errors are still a thing. You have been warned!

Step one to a really long day.

Getting up sometimes feels like the hardest part of the day. Why? Because it was the first step of what felt like thousands. Get up Karkat, start your day. Be happy Karkat, actually give a fuck today. Not that he could see those last two happening anytime soon, but the least he could do was get out of bed. Groaning he opened his eyes tiredly.

He had woken up tangled in his sheets again. With his arms spread wide, and the pillow half way across the room. It seemed like it must have been another restless night. Staring blankly at the ceiling above he could almost feel that today was going to be one of those days he'd wish he'd stayed in bed. Then again, that was almost everyday.

Moving to sit up he could hear the old mattress beneath him squeak in protest. Rolling his eyes let out a tired yawn. "Yeah, yeah, me too you uncomfortable stack of springs..."

Tired eyes trailed lazily to the dollar store clock, ticking away on the wall. Deciding it was now or never he got up. Never felt like the most pleasant option, but part of him figured Kankri would probably attempt to wake him eventually so now was as good as ever.

Getting out of bed he made his way to the full length mirror propped against the corner of the wall. Good morning reflection, you look sickening as usual. Amused by his own inner voice Karkat cracked a slight smile. Personally he didn't really think he looked that bad, but inner commentary felt sort of ironic by this point.

Laying out his clothes for the day he decided to keep things simple. It was his first day, but hell, let everyone else give false impression and standards of how they dress year long. For him a nice what you see is what you get felt like an easy enough statement to make. Settling with jeans, a black undershirt and a red flannel, he hoped to give off just the right amount of douchery for people to get an accurate first impression. The flannel was old and the red was slightly faded but, hey at least it would be warm.

Grabbing his gathered clothes and a towel he made his way to the bathroom to officially start his day with a shower. On his way down the hall he could hear his brother already awake and moving around in the kitchen. Rolling his eyes he chose to ignore the cheerful humming. He had been pretty accepting of his brothers new laid back state of mind, but living with a morning person? Unacceptable.

Once more ridding shotgun in the junker of death proved to be yet another learning experience about his brother. For instance it was nice to learn that for someone who preached safety he sure as hell was one distracted driver.

Taking his eyes off the road yet again Kankri turned to face him, "Are you sure you have all your supplies?"

Gripping his seat belt for dear life Karkat glared at his brother, "Yes, now please for the love of God can you, keep your eyes on the road." They hadn't by any means discussed what had happened last night, but part of Karkat couldn't help but wonder if Kankri making him fear for his life on the way to school was some sick form of payback.

Rolling his eyes the older brother returned his gaze to the street before him, "Alright, but I assure you, we are perfectly safe. I have drove this way a thousand times, and I can honestly say it's probably one of the safest roads I know of."

Sighing Karkat leaned back in his seat. Muttering he responded dryly, "How the hell did I even fall asleep last time with you at the wheel?"

Slowing down for a stop light Kankri rose an eyebrow, "Because despite what your saying right now I am in fact a rather safe and cautious driver when driving outside of well known areas?"

"Yeah I think I'm going to go with sleep deprivation for five hundred."

Chuckling under his breath Kankri shook his head at his younger brothers blatant trust in his ability to drive. "Go ahead and joke, but keep this up and you might have to have one of your new friends give you a ride."

Huffing Karkat picked up his bag setting onto his lap adjusting the straps absentmindedly. "First day of school Kankri, I don't have any friends."

"You don't have any friends yet." Kankri spike taking on a hopeful tone. "Besides you went to elementary school with a few of these kids, I'm sure at least a few of them will remember you."

Oh god, Karkat hoped not. Then things might get awkward if he was suddenly expected to remember them. That or they'll remember him as "Nightmare boy" or something demeaning like that. Frowning he decided not to go there. "Yeah, thanks Kankri. That makes me feel loads better."

Smiling Kankri resumed driving down the road ether ignorant to the heavily implied sarcasm, or just choosing not to hear it. "No problem at all."

Tired of the conversation his gaze fell outside the window. Silence now seeming to be the preferred soundtrack, until the car would come to a stop. Even now he could see the building coming nearer, slowly but surely from his window. The towering terror, known to the lucky few who survive, as high school.

The place looked, and from the distance alone felt pretty huge, but thinking back he could remember how big his middle school had felt way back when. Brushing back the slight unease he decided he'd get used to the buildings size.

With his nerves trying to work their way to high alert he still looked somewhat warily at the building. He wasn't normally one to go with stereotypes but with all his gathered knowledge from various social media he could practically picture it already. Dull teachers who'll pass you to just get you out of their hair, or fail you for kicks. Douchery that could only be explained as the off balance of teenage hormones. More then likely there would also be the obvious casts of "clicks" more currently referred to as "friendship circles" even though it was almost always a clear the group would shun and dismay outsiders. He would more then likely himself fall into these social norms and find some type of tolerance for a group, even if just for the sake of easing his brothers worry.

It wasn't long before the old car pulled up to the parking lot and Karkat was pulled from his thoughts by Kankri's muttering under his breath. "I have great memories of this place..."

Scoffing he unbuckled from his seat. "You say that like you didn't just graduated last year."

"Ah fond memories indeed!" Kankri spoke cheerfully adjusting his mirror.

Now certain his brother was in fact doing that on purpose he opened the door, "Well if that's all, then I'll be go-"

"Wait Karkat!" Kankri spoke quickly as if just remembering something. After pausing for a second to confirm that his brother was listening he quickly continued. "My second job won't let me get off of work in time to pick you up, and seeing how I got rides until I came into possession my current car, I'm not completely sure if there's a bus route near our apartment... I'm hoping it won't but, if it comes to it would you be fine walking home? It's not that far as you've just seen from the ride but.."

Stiffening slightly Karkat's grip tightened on his bag. If he saw those guys again.. Then.. Nothing would happen. It had just been a bunch of half brain dead ignoramuses who saw their opportunity to freak some kid out and took it. He was being stupid overacting like this. Had they freaked him out? Yes. Was he going to let they're five seconds of amusement make him start acting like some paranoid ass at the thought of walking home? Well, only slightly.

Shaking his head he fully exited the vehicle. "I'll be fine. Just.." Unsure how to proceed his sentence, a thought occurred holding a good relevance to the topic. "Has my packaged arrived yet? I ordered something a week or so ago and it still hasn't come, so.."

Kankri gave him a worried look. "No I haven't seen such a package yet. It isn't something important is it?"

Fuck.. "No, don't worry it's nothing." Shutting the car door he gave his brother a quick wave then began heading towards the school entrance. He might as well get this day over with.

Walking to the doors he could already see the exact people he had thought there'd be littered all over the parking lot. Near by some chick leaned against her car smoking lord know what, while a few rows down a small crowd gathered around some guys truck talking eagerly. The majority of that group wore jerseys. He could only assume they were the supposed "jocks". Then a few feet ahead there was a more familiar group, all suspiciously bundled up with dead looks in their eyes as they walked. They spoke to each other but didn't really seem all that interested in conversation. Scoffing he tried not to make eye contact. Considering he found himself depressing enough he decided to avoid that particular group all in general. He walked past a few other obvious clicks but didn't give them much thought. He'd worry about social casting later.

Upon entering the building he wasn't surprised to find it even more crowded with people. Unlike everyone else he knew his schedule wouldn't be lined up on any of the neatly organized tables upfront, so instead he looked around for any signs for his intended direction. His transfer had been too late for his schedule to be neatly organized with the rest. According Kankri the school would need him to finish his transfer and get his schedule at the business office.

Finally spotting his destination he let out a tired sigh. Finally. Mark that off of his check list of tasks that need done for the day. Approaching the business office he was immediately met with with two almost identical woman.

Almost being the key word. Both were beautiful woman holding the same body type, facial structures, and having a similar pixie hair cut, but the difference between the two seemed to have was the fact they were of different race. Ones skin was a rich brown complemented well against obsidian hair while the other woman was a contrasting pale with strikingly blond hair. They all but mirrored each other as they looked upward at Karkat in the exact moment. One's eyes a soft blue the others a striking Jade. It was sort of creepy to be honest. Their name tags read simply, Qb and Qw. Well that was.. Odd.

"Vantas?" Qb, spoke her voice smooth yet monotone. Responding with a quick nod Karkat felt the sudden urge to avoid his gaze from hers. She held a rather intimidating presence..

After nodding in confirmation the woman started typing away on her keyboard. Meanwhile Qw gave a polite smile handing him some papers to sign. "We'll be right with you with your schedule. In the meantime just sign these." She gave off a slightly more pleasant voice yet spoke with a similar authority as Qb.

Filling out the papers he even made a few adjustments such as changing Kankri to his emergency contact. When he finally was finished he found both woman starring at him, one expectingly the other somewhat fondly. Feeling highly uncomfortable under their gaze he returned the papers. Qb then quickly went back to typing something into her computer, while Qw grabbed a new paper from a printer that he could only assume was his schedule.

Still typing things into her computer Qb spoke, "Your not in our system yet, so please show your schedule to your teachers, it has our signatures on it." Turning away from the monitor she looked to the other sectarian. "Strider?"

Giving a nod Qw hummed in response. "Yes, he'll do fine." Turning to Karkat she explained, "At orientation a few nights ago all this year's freshman were given the name of an upperclassmen, preferably seniors to help show them around. A buddy system if you will. Yours is a sophomore but I'm sure he'll do just fine. I'll write his name on here for you." After a quick flourish of pen Karkat found a paper being held out to him. "Have a nice first day," Qw spoke indicating that the process was over.

Taking the paper he muttered a quick "thank you," before walking away blindly as he scanned over his schedule.

English, biology, art? He was no artist but he guessed an art credit was a credit. Then lunch, history, math, and then gym at end the day. "Just perfect," he muttered softly. Honestly so far he had a feeling today was going to be a long day.

"Hey!?"

Glancing down he briefly registered the fact that he had just ran into someone, knocking them to the ground. Stumbling backwards He saw a flash or orange and.. Teal? Yeah teal eyes and ginger hair as a girl quickly stumbled back to her feet and rushed forward. He didn't have much time to react let alone apologize before the female was once more headed to her destination calling a quick "Next time watch where your going!" Over her shoulders. That had been.. Oddly familiar and stupidly cliché? Man, if he was going to avoid having anymore of these weird encounters with people he would have to start paying attention to where he was going.

Taking note to watch his surroundings better, he continued on his way briefly wondering what else the day held in store. Creepy receptionists, rude High School Musical meetings? All things considered the day could have been worse. Best not to jinx it though. Taking another quick glance at his schedule he took notice of the scrawled name on the corner. Must be the upperclassmen Qw had said would show him around. Reading off the name he felt a sort of vague remembrance. The paper read, Dave Strider.

Hi guys, long time no update. So yeah no real big news except the fact that I finished this last week and probably should of updated then and there, but obviously I didn't. Sorry about that. Also good news for you is that the next chapter is going to be a rather long one where we get some new characters in the mix. You're welcome. :)

There's not really much in this chapter but it was a necessary set up for next. Karkat's expectations of what high school would be like made me smile though. While writing it's just fun to remind myself that he's only thirteen here and really has no idea what to expect. The day has just begun and we're already encountering some familiar faces. Qb&Qw will also be explained a bit next chapter, along with cliché run in girl. Oh no, whoever could she possibly be? Hmmm. Anyway joking aside, you will in fact be introduced to a lot of more familiar characters and hopefully we can get through Karkats first day of school. Who's excited to see our favorite shade wearing dork? That is, if he's still our shade wearing dork.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited and followed. Your support for this story is heart warming. Shout out to late reviewers who helped me get off my but and update this week. To anyone else just joining us feel free to favorite, follow, or leave a review with constructive criticism and/or guesses on what characters we might encounter next chapter.