Deathrowforever

Karkat stared menacingly at the snickering boy next to him. Today is just not his day. First, he has to talk to Makara at lunch, and then here he was, just sitting in his Computer Programming class (which happens to be his lunch period), when his monitor just suddenly crashes, and he gets the dreaded blue screen of death. (Okay, maybe Karkat isn't the best when it comes to computers, and I suppose clicking the mouse repeatedly and smashing the keyboard to see if it will make the contraption work doesn't exactly help.) So to say the least, he is not in a good mood, and Egberts laughing is making it worse. He shot a deadly glare over at the

A tentative hand shook the sleeping boys shoulder. "Karkat dear...You need to wake up. School starts in 30 minutes." the motherly voice said. Karkat groaned and lifted his head, a granola wrapper stuck to his forehead. She laughed and pulled the wrapper off, waving it in front of his face, teasingly. The teen tried to scowl up at his mother through blurry eyes, but failed. "Go get dressed and I'll make breakfast." He yawned and nodded in thanks to his mom before jumping off the stool and running upstairs to get changed. He walked over to his closet and grabbed a pair of grey and white plaid shorts that came down to about his knees,

{This is like a part 2! Read and I'll explain in my A/n..} When Karkat finally came to, it was about 5:30 a.m.  Groaning groggily, he sat up in his to-warm bed. He felt parched, and hungry. (he did only eat two apples that whole day) On top of that, his hoodie made his feel stuffy and confined. Pulling at the fabric, he slipped it off and threw it somewhere off into the corner. He kicked off his confining comforter and blankets and stood up, carefully, trying not to make himself dizzy. He stifled a yawn as he walked over to his small wooden dresser, opening up the drawer that contained his pajamas; pulling out a pair of white, baggy,

Karkats unenthusiastic grey eyes scanned his homeroom (which happened to be Earth and Space science) for a seat. The way the room was set up, it seemed more like a chem lab than anything else, so the "desks" were actually tables with spinny hydraulic chairs pushed in. These desks were situated in columns; five on each side of the room, with the teachers white board and work space up front. The room was relatively empty at the moment, probably due to people being lost, saying their last goodbyes to friends, or they're just lagging behind from the lack of energy. (It is 7:15 in the morning, what do you expect?) Karkat noticed that he didn't

Chapter One. Wake up and get to school Dammit. A/n: Hello all! This is my first story, so I hope it doesn't suck to bad. I've had this idea for a while. I'm excited to see how it'll turn out. The title and rating may, or may change. As for the story content, I'm trying to aim for GamKar. But I don't know yet, so anyways! Happy reading :D A series of loud beeps broke the silence that so lovingly clung to the air. The young teen groaned, rolling over in his bed. Today was his first day back to high school, and young Karkat Vantas was NOT happy. He felt around on his bedside table for the accursed clock, successfully managing to hit the snoo