A/N: Requested by @purplepony2002

Fandom: Homestuck

A/U: Highschoolstuck written in the form of Humanstuck

Ships: ugh none I'm just gonna roll with it

POV: 2nd person [ oooo look a thing ]

Theme: None Specific

Characters: Just Karkat, Gamzee, and [possibly] Feferi because I'm too lazy to write the res and I'm not that good at them.

You walk into your high school. The name isn't really important. Everyone's to lazy to remember it anyways.

You are Karkat Vantas and you have a lot of irritating friends.

When you first walk into school, you are greeted by the class clown (literally), Gamzee. "What's up motherfucker?" You roll your eyes at him. He acted as if he was high on drugs. You were pretty sure he didn't. Like 99.99% sure.

Gamzee thought you and him were best bros. In reality you couldn't stand him. The only reason you talked to him was he was a psychotic clown. You wouldn't want him to break into your bedroom at night.

There was also no avoiding Gamzee. You had every freaking class together. Every freaking class. And Gamzee always made these weird honking noises at random times. You need new friends, you decided. Too bad everyone thought you were to intolerable and crabby.

You and Gamzee walked to science class. Today you were studying the electromagnetic spectrum and that shit.

Boring.

So most of the time you just sat there bored out of your mind. You slowly were drifting off to sleep when...

"HONK!" Gamzee gasped.

"Gamzee!" The teacher, Mrs.MacCold scolded. "This class has no time for your nonsense!"

"Yes mam." Gamzee said shamefully. There was no use arguing it was a medical condition. The teacher never believed it, even though it was completely true.

Then the teacher resumed blabbing on. She started to lecture you on how 'Not all radiation is dangerous' even though she said it a thousand times. You didn't see why she had to stress over it so much.

Finally the bell rang for next period. French. You despised french. Your teacher was a lunatic.

You arrived there before the teacher as usual. He was always late.

"Bonjour classe!" Your teacher exclaimed, walking through the doorway. Mr. Kord. Ugh.

He passed out a worksheet to work on.

You decided to actually work on it for once. Usually since they were terribly simple you just sat there and yelled at people all period.

1) I am going to the movies today

You wrote: Je vais aller à la cinéma aujourd'hui

2) We are going to see a movie at my friend's house tonight

Nous allons voir un film chez mon ami ce soir

You decided that it was worthless to continue doing the worksheet. It was too freaking simple.

Finally after what seemed like hours of boredom, the bell rang. Last period before lunch.

You're History teacher, Mr. Dugan wasn't too horrible. It was the assistant, Mr.Pulaski who was irritating.

He was a fat try-hard old man. You couldn't stand him.

Today your worst nightmare came true. Mr.Dugan was out and Mr.Pulaski was filling in. Way to ruin your already boring friday.

In class you watched a boring video on the French Revolution. Every so often Mr.Pulaski stopped to ask questions.

IM TOO LAZY TO WRITE THIS I'LL JUST REPOST IT SOME OTHER TIME!