Saturated Sunrise (DaveKat)

Chapter No. 1

"I'd absolutely adore it if our class could offer a big, warm welcome to our new-"

"-And incredibly cool," he interrupts rudely. You observe his face warily, freckles spread almost symmetrically across his face. It seemed as if they were only present when the weather was hot, and in a place like this, you could only assume he came from Florida or Texas or some other stupid shit like that. His face remains firm and unwavering- somewhat stoic, maybe- as opposed to the teacher's baffled expression.

"...student," she adds finally. The other fifth graders in the room wear a smirk on their lips, the jocks already deciding whether he's worthy enough as to make the rec football team. You've already pieced together the sentence he and the teacher had worked together to form; indignant- but clever. The teacher looks down at the boy as if here were some sort of mutant, noting his name, and you think he's gross.

Within moments, the (Texan, you've decided) kid makes his way over to your table. And within seconds, he's also sitting across from you. Your eyes slip from John to Sollux, Terezi, and then Vriska- who was smiling brightly. You wonder why she likes to pretend she's happy when she isn't. She says it's because it draws them in like fire to moths, or something. You think this whole thing is stupid, but apparently stupid is right.

You had a group. Well, sure, most kids did, but this? You wouldn't even consider it friendship. Vriska was the head of the small cluster. Small, yes, but threatening; her small blue eyes always glistening in just the right way to make any outsider squirm. She always likes to rub it in your face, that she's one of the rarest types of girls, having blonde hair in addition to said eye color.

Sollux was special. He says he can move things with his brain, and that everyone else is a mere mortal. Some of your classmates always poke and jab and ask if he really has telekinesis. Others just choose to believe him. He doesn't, you always say, but he jabs a thumb in your side before they can ask more, before you can soil any more of his fame. You've seen him plenty of times before, apparent that the kid is half blind, but you never really go out of your way to speak to him, because he sucks too, and you wouldn't dream of it.

The nerd in the glasses with the awful teeth could only be described as absolutely miserable, and you vote him out every time reduction comes. He doesn't do anything for the rest of you, not ever. (you don't either, but all you can do is figure he's worse.) All he does, really, is sit around, pranking people and making fun of other kids' flaws.

And then there's you. You were inducted on February 13th of last year, a Thursday. They liked the way you spoke, your accent soft and derived of origin- as in, well, nobody knew who you were or where you came from. Your looks, consisting of snowy, off-white hair, pale skin, and red eyes definitely intrigued them as well, seeing as you weren't anything even close to ordinary. And she was the one to tell you about rare.

You still think this shit is absolutely dumb, and you all but hope that this poor soul- Dave, said his nametag- wasn't sucked in as well. No matter how gross, how hipster, how absolute trash someone was, you wouldn't want them in your place. And that says something.

This really is a lot of drama for a fifth grade class, and you're told you're too smart for your own good, but you persist against shutting your trap anyway. 

The rest of the day was spent walking across the hall to social studies, and then back, and then to the math room, and then back again. It was always the same, and if you weren't so smart, maybe you'd have more classes with everyone else. They always tell you and the few others that accompany that you're the only ones switching classes and, soon enough, everyone else will be doing it too. You wait in a shockingly timeless state of dread as you imagine seeing Vriska always.