Your name is Karkat Vantas. You are 16 years old, and attend Alternia High. You are short, at 5"3 you are constantly teased about your height by your friends. You have white hair and crimson red eyes, albino it was called. As for clothes, normally anything dark and NOT RED would do.
You usually pass the time talking to your annoying friends on pesterchum, as well as attempting to work with computers. You usually didn't go outdoors during the summer, the heat was too bad here. You were never much of an outdoorsy person anyways.
You weren't looking forward to school, well, who really LOOKS FORWARD to school? But you especially weren't. You enjoyed being alone, well, as much as you COULD enjoy anything, and you wouldn't be able to escape your annoying assholes of friends all year. Not to mention homework, and lack of sleep. Highschool just fucking sucked.
You've been awake for some time now, you've just been lying in your bed, knowing you wouldn't fall back asleep but also being too lazy to actually do something productive. You heard the annoying chime of pesterchum, and groaned. You decided it was time to get up and respond to your annoying friend that was pestering you, whichever one it was this time.
You groggily sat up, rubbing your bright red eyes that you hated so much. You heard the chiming again. And again. You growled and stood, stretching before angrily sitting at your computer to respond to this jackass.
gallowsCalibrator [GC] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 10:30 AM.
GC: H3Y K4RKL3S! >:]
GC: K4RKL3S...?
GC: 4R3 YOU S3R1OUSLY NOT UP Y3T?
GC: YOUR3 GO1NG TO B3 SO SCR3W3D FOR SCHOOL N3XT W33K.
CG: WOULD YOU KINDLY SHUT THE FUCK UP?!
CG: I WAS UP, I JUST HAPPENED TO BE A BIT PREOCCUPIED AT THAT MOMENT.
GC: R11111GHT...
CG: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
GC: 1 F1ND 1T H4RD TO B3L13V3 TH4T YOU OF 4LL P3OPL3 W4S 4CTU4LLY BUSY.
CG: WHY IS THAT SO HARD TO BELIEVE?!
GC: YOUR D4D N3V3R M4K3S YOU DO 4NYTH1NG 4ROUND TH3 HOUS3 4ND YOU 4R3NT N3CC3SS4R1LY 4N OUTDOORSY P3RSON.
CG: OH SHUT UP.
CG: MAYBE I FELT LIKE MESSING WITH CODES AGAIN.
GC: W3LL YOUR3 OBV1OUSLY TYP1NG TO M3, WH1CH M34NS YOUR COMPUT3R H4SNT 3XPLOD3D. SO 1 H1GHLY DOUBT 1T.
CG: WOW.
CG: NICE BURN FROM THE BLIND GIRL!
CG: ...NOT.
GC: WOW K4RKL3S. TH4TS JUST M34N. >:[
CG: NAME ONE THING ABOUT *YOU* THAT ISN'T MEAN.
GC: 4H3M. 1 TH1NK TH3 T3RM YOU 4R3 LOOK1NG FOR 1SNT 'M34N'
GC: MOR3 L1K3, HUMOR 4T YOUR P4TI3NC3S 3XP3NS3! >:] H3H3!
CG: WHAT THE FUCK EVER.
CG: IN MY OPINION, EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU *SCREAMS* 'BLIND WINGBAT FUCKASS'
GC: >:[
GC: WH4T3V3R, K4RKL3S. 1'LL JUST GO T4LK TO D4V3 OR SOM3TH1NG.
GC: B3C4US3 OBV1OUSLY YOU F3LL OFF TH3 WRONG S1D3 OF TH3 B3D TH1S MORN1NG.
CG: GOOD RIDDANCE.
gallowsCalibrator [GC] ceased pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 10:45 AM.
You rolled your eyes at the screen. This was why you were dreading school. Not only would you have to deal with all 15 of these insufferable 'friends', but you would also have to see them in person. It hadn't even started yet and you already couldn't wait for it to end.
