Karkat Vantas. Senior year. "Dear Diary," He starts to write. "Kankri made me fucking change schools who the fuck knows why. It's way to fucking big. I just hope there isn't a '[[big shot]]' or whatever." He slammed the book closed. Holding it in the palm of his right hand. "Why the fuck did I come here." He starts up out loud. His horns were covered and skin is a dark brownish color to ignore the fact he is '*one of them.*' Even if it was a few years ago some people still have a grudge. What was a few years ago? It was the Trolls and Humans riot against each other. 'Ban all Humans.' 'Ban all Trolls.' Who knows what either side wanted. All he knows is that some humans are fucking shit. If he were to get caught he'd be literal dead meat. Walking into the school his first objective is to find his lockers and locate his homeroom class right after. Feeling or looking or even acting as a human just felt uncomfortable for Karkat. Even violated having to seem one. He knows a few other trolls here but they've gotten harassed so much he'd just chosen to stay away and out of it. A kid behind bumped into him, slamming him into his locker. The kid quickly turned around. "Hey man. You okay? I didn't mean to bump into you." Karkat quickly slammed his locker shut and turned to the possible same year kid. "IM FINE." His voice yelled. "Whoa man. Relax, you're new right? I'm Dave. Dave Strider." Karkat took a deep sigh throwing his backpack over his shoulders. "Karkat." He tried toning his voice down, from some of the attention that he'd caught from accidentally yelling. "Karkat, what?" Dave started to tease. "Fuck uh- it's actually Cat. Cat,," Karkat paused trying to think of a human name. "Cat Brown. I guess." He mumbled. "Cat? Alright. Cya in home room Cat." Dave ruffled Karkat's hair walking away to homeroom.
During homeroom, a 'classmistle' as they like to call it - also known as a Christmas giving and assignment - has been set out for winter. You get a partner from whoever is assigned to you and do a 4 page essay based on the earlier years of Christmas. Karkat knew *he was fucked*
Teacher, obviously.. I think everyone knows what I'm gonna say. Told 'Cat' he had to be with... You guessed it. Dave Strider.
Nah I lied. It was actually his best friend; John Egbert. John Egbert was... A Christmas obsessed grub. He *loved* Christmas. It's all he would talk about during the winter time around December. Besides the fact of being a huge fan of Ghostbusters, Ectobiology, and so on. He was very hyper energetic. Working with him will be... Hard. Just as excepted.
"So. What the fuck is Christmas?" Karkat questioned John. "You don't know what Christmas is? Ohh! You must be someone who grew up with Hanukkah! Well Christmas is a Christian religion that people celebrate for the birth of Jesus Christ." His smile grew. "Jesus Christ?" Karkat stared in confusion. "Guess you know about this 'Gristmas' thing more than I do." John started to laugh. "Gristmas? It's Christmas, Cat!" "Yeah, Gristmas." Karkat stated.
"Gristmas, Christmas, alright whatever! Go get comfortable I guess." Karkat growled. "Alright." John walked to the bathroom and changed into PJ's. Karkat was also getting comfortable in his own room forgetting completely about his grey skin and short horns.
Karkat took a deep breath as John walked in. John's eyes went into slight shock. "C..-Cat?" He backed off. "What?" Karkat looked over. "Wow.." John started to walk closer. "You're a troll? You really acted as a human amazingly." John stated stated, standing above the other. "What. WHAT" Karkat then realized and slammed his head into his palms. "FUCK." He growled. John laughed a slight bit. "What's your real name?" "..KARKAT." Karkat paused fast. "KARKAT VANTAS, BUT I WOULD RATHER YOU FUCKIN CALL ME CAT."
