Living the Homestuck Life

Living the Homestuck Life ~ 10

OMG 

double digits! ALMOST THERE!

~~~ THANKS FOR ALL THE ENCOURAGEMENTS OF THIS FANFICTION! I WILL CONTINUE THIS! ~~~

AND WHY YOU NO DO FANART FOR THIS?

I NEED COVER! 

PLEASE! NO? YES?

NOTE:

AFTER THIS CHAPTER I AM GOING TO SKIP TO THE ROLLER SKATING PARTY THING. IT WILL BE BUNCHES OF FUN!

AND VOTE! AND COMMENT! AND do some fanart! Like do some drawing of what you'll think it will happen. And if it sounds intriguing , i might do it! :D

 

AND SORRY FOR BAD GRAMMAR! I WILL TRY TO DO MY BEST!

I dont own homestuck characters it all belongs to MISTER ANDREW HUSSIE!

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Chapter 10! ^__^

The end of the day went by fast after my little race with Dave; I won by the way. Dave can be such a dork, he had gotten lost in the school.  Moreover, his awful excuse was that, in quote, “the school is so damn big that I gotten lost. It wasn’t my damn fault. It is a damn tie.” Well, it is true. Half of it. For a middle school, it is enormous and maybe an exchange student might mistake as a high school. It is just this district, and this certain school, has more students in any other middle schools. South Downtown Houston, what do you expect? 

Talking about Dave, I have him in seventh period too. And with a “friendly enthusiastic” fish friend, Eridan Ampora. Isn’t that great? Well, yes and no. Dave and Eridan were bickering at each other for like half of the period while I was in the middle of it. (No assign seats needed in this class)

This is how it went; my Social Studies teacher was doing attendance by calling each of the student’s names.  “Melanie! Phillip! Juan! Alexander! Eridan!” she yelled in the class. No one responded. And I was a bit shocked to know that Eridan was in my class. However, Dave groaned and sunk in his chair. In the webcomic, I don’t think they ever met.  I thought when they came here they all met each other earlier than they were supposed to.  As I was thinking was this, another thought popped and joined in my mind, what if them coming here is ruining the “Homestuck” way. Like, what if we are IN the webcomic and people are seeing us? Or we are the ones that are screwing with reality of the webcomic? More questions came and came, all crowding in my head.

As if on cue, Mister Eridan Ampora made an entrance by opening the door and sliding in. He pushed his cape back that made a ‘wooshing’ sound. He pushed up his glasses that glistened by the classroom’s light to his bridge of his sophisticated nose. “I have entered the class. I, Eridan Ampora, the prince of the sea!” he lifted his nose high. The girl’s of the classroom sighed dreamingly and mused over Eridan’s looks. “Oh god,” I groaned. Dave joined in with me. Our teacher yelled at Eridan for being tardy for class. Eridan just walked by ignoring her teacherly-voice and sat right beside me on the empty seat. Eridan crossed his legs and crossed his arms over his chest. His rings shined from the lighting above him. His black hair with the purple streak brushed back that urges you to comb through it with your hand, the feeling of his soft looking hair that made every girls jealous over his stately beauty. His scarf of perfect expensive cotton that wrapped around his rich neck, the cape that hugged him (even his clothing is in love with him), and his princely looks made him look cocky and wanted. This is Eridan Ampora, THE Eridan Ampora, and the one troll that dislikes land dwellers out there in the worlds. Holy. Shit.