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Yeet, one about kitkat I guess

freak ; noun: any abnormal phenomenon or product or unusual object; anomaly; aberration... 

Karkat was many things but normal, in fact he seemed distant from the word in general. He had never been really "nðrmål" to start with. It had been only preschool when he had been labeled as the class freak. It all started with a drawing of a dead bird he had found outside, he hasn't thought much of it when his tiny four year old self started doodling the bird that had been bitten off of, blood staining some of its blue and black feathers. he had turned it in to one of the teachers aids when she got this horrified look on her face as she slowly walked away from the black haired boy with a nervous look on her face. But Karkat didnt find it odd at all. Instead he just shrugged, hoping he could get to hang it up on the art wall in the room.

 First grade rolled around and he had started reading ahead of most of the kids in his classes, often not doing anything outside or sports related. He had tried before but would find himself getting lost simply looking for i to space with no emotions on his face, only to snap out of it and get hit in the head with a football. Or was it a basket ball? He didn't know, he didn't care. Second grade was when he started writing stuff that he hid from people, it scared some blond haired girl reading over his shoulder, she tapped on his shoulder and questioned it and in response he growled and told her to go away if it scared her. After that not only did he hide his work, but he hid himself too, growing more and more distant from people. But. Some specific people would follow him and ask about how his writing has been going, only for him to give in and show them, after words they would rip up the paper he had been working on to see his reaction. There was nothing to see but a cold blank expression. Yet he still had no real escape from it.

 Third grade was when the name of freak was starting to get to him. At first he had thought it was a game or a joke. But then he started listening to the real tone of people's voices, it hurt. It was a pain he would only real in his chest and head. A throbbing, unreadable feeling that always chocked him up, making it impossible for him to breathe, let alone fight back or even speak. And it only got worse from there. fourth and fifth grade where all the same, only his drawings and writings only grew more graphic and disturbing to others, those people finding more ways to taunt him in unimaginable ways he hasn't even thought of. it made his works more horrid more bloody, more... Breathtaking in a way. he managed to find it pretty, like how someone might look at a flower he would look at person with no eyes and a bloody nose, edgy kid stuff. But it was more then that.

 Sixth grade, seventh grade, eighth grade. All growing darker in his works, adding details that no one wanted to know about. Describing how skin breaks so easily other then how a person's footsteps might sound in the grass. Teasing, names, more teasing, being pushed to the ground. It drove him fucking mad. But he thought it was normal. He held back all of his emotions. Putting them into story's and artworks Highschool rolls  around, his grades and algebra has dropped but his band, English, science and other grades had gone up. He had maybe one of two "friendş" he was in contact with, one of the three where online. Everyone else has either hated him, or made a point of not liking him. 

((so, at first the I had no idea where I was going with to incorporate your character. so I was hoping that your character would possibly be a bystander or someone new to the school I guess. Like. I dunno. I guess someone who tries to be friends with Karkat. And that's not too much to ask compared to what other people on her ask for in my opinion. But that might just sound flat out rude. Anyways. Please, do not match the length. And for one of the things I didn't mention, what Karkat looks like. When he was little (preschool-third grade) he often wore white t -shirts and jeans, his hair was curly and he was one of the taller kids in his class. Later (fourth-seventh grade) he would wear dark clothing, mainly black hoodies and sweats. His hair had no more curls and was now more spiky then anything. Then about the time it's taking place (high school) he only seems to wear faded black, dark grays. His hair is always fucked, going in all directions. He has freckles that go over his nose and cheeks. He has bark days under his eyes and doesn't bother hiding them.))