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I woke up the next day on my cold floor. I groaned and sat up, my back was sore, my head was pounding. I slowly got to my feet and looked over to my alarm that would soon be going off. I dragged myself over to it and turned it off. I droned over slowly to my dresser and pulled the drawer open. I glared inside to see that not many of my cloths were clean, and the last thing I needed was another reason for the school body to fuck with me.
I sighed and pulled out a red hoodie-jacktet. I groaned, I didn't care. I yanked the hoodie over my head and put it on, I looked ridiculous in red, or more like i just clearly hated the color red. I sighed. I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to just stay home all day and sleep. I knew Crabdad wouldn't let me do that of course. No matter the situation.
I continued dressing myself. I sighed when I came across my mirror. I really hated the color red. Wearing the damned color made my cheeks turn a slight pink color.
Once a girl said I looked good in red. That was a long time ago, back when I was a wriggler. She used to be my friend until she saw my blood and saw what I truly was.
I made my way downstairs. I was happy to discover that Crabdad was still fast asleep. I felt relieved, no morning screaming.
I left a few sugarcubes on the table for him when he woke up. I was saving myself form hell that afternoon. I wondered to the fridge and got myself some lusus milk. I chucked it down easily, i didn't usually eat in the morning anyway.
I wondered over to my school bag and made sure I had everything I 'needed' for Trollian School.
I picked up my bag and tossed it over my shoulder. I sighed as i left the hive and locked the door behind myself.
Another 'WONDERFUL' day of torture ahead of me.

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I took the longer route to Trollian school today, I had the time. I did wake up early and leave early. I needed to just breathe for a while. I decided to take a detour, considering my half and hour worth of time. I just wondered around, looking into shops as I passed them, peering around at trolls, and pets, and just anything really. It felt amazing to just walk around for once and not have anyone on your back. I did get a few stares, probably because I was suppose to be heading towards Trollian school.
I wasn't paying much attention when a troll suddenly was in front of me and i walked straight into him. I stumbled backwards a bit and looked up.
I met a set of eyes that were a beautiful shade of purple. I also scanned to find the most ratted hair i'd ever seen and the most ridiculous face-paint. What was with this guy? Was he a highblood? I looked straight to his shirt, most trolls wore their blood color on a symbol somewhere on their shirt. I don't know, its troll thing I guess.
Yep, purple. He was a highblood.
I met his eyes again, he was staring.. drunkly at me.
"Hey bro, watch were ya go'in," The troll chuckled after his words and ruffled my hair, i flinched away.
"Woah bro, i'm not gunna kill ya'll or anything all up in here," The troll laughed this time. He seemed amused by my actions.
This guy had serious issues and I didn't like it.
I suddenly got the smell of a recoperacoon. Sopor slime.
It was strong, maybe this guy had recently woken up and forgot to change or something.
I wouldn't doubt it.
My trail of thought was snapped in two like a twig being stepped on.
I heard a low chuckle, I peered into the highbloods eyes again.
"I'm Gamzee Makara, Motherfucker,"

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I woke up the next day on my cold floor. I groaned and sat up, my back was sore, my head was pounding. I slowly got to my feet and looked over to my alarm that would soon be going off. I dragged myself over to it and turned it off. I droned over slowly to my dresser and pulled the drawer open. I glared inside to see that not many of my cloths were clean, and the last thing I needed was another reason for the school body to fuck with me.
I sighed and pulled out a red hoodie-jacktet. I groaned, I didn't care. I yanked the hoodie over my head and put it on, I looked ridiculous in red, or more like i just clearly hated the color red. I sighed. I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to just stay home all day and sleep. I knew Crabdad wouldn't let me do that of course. No matter the situation.
I continued dressing myself. I sighed when I came across my mirror. I really hated the color red. Wearing the damned color made my cheeks turn a slight pink color.
Once a girl said I looked good in red. That was a long time ago, back when I was a wriggler. She used to be my friend until she saw my blood and saw what I truly was.
I made my way downstairs. I was happy to discover that Crabdad was still fast asleep. I felt relieved, no morning screaming.
I left a few sugarcubes on the table for him when he woke up. I was saving myself form hell that afternoon. I wondered to the fridge and got myself some lusus milk. I chucked it down easily, i didn't usually eat in the morning anyway.
I wondered over to my school bag and made sure I had everything I 'needed' for Trollian School.
I picked up my bag and tossed it over my shoulder. I sighed as i left the hive and locked the door behind myself.
Another 'WONDERFUL' day of torture ahead of me.

---

I took the longer route to Trollian school today, I had the time. I did wake up early and leave early. I needed to just breathe for a while. I decided to take a detour, considering my half and hour worth of time. I just wondered around, looking into shops as I passed them, peering around at trolls, and pets, and just anything really. It felt amazing to just walk around for once and not have anyone on your back. I did get a few stares, probably because I was suppose to be heading towards Trollian school.
I wasn't paying much attention when a troll suddenly was in front of me and i walked straight into him. I stumbled backwards a bit and looked up.
I met a set of eyes that were a beautiful shade of purple. I also scanned to find the most ratted hair i'd ever seen and the most ridiculous face-paint. What was with this guy? Was he a highblood? I looked straight to his shirt, most trolls wore their blood color on a symbol somewhere on their shirt. I don't know, its troll thing I guess.
Yep, purple. He was a highblood.
I met his eyes again, he was staring.. drunkly at me.
"Hey bro, watch were ya go'in," The troll chuckled after his words and ruffled my hair, i flinched away.
"Woah bro, i'm not gunna kill ya'll or anything all up in here," The troll laughed this time. He seemed amused by my actions.
This guy had serious issues and I didn't like it.
I suddenly got the smell of a recoperacoon. Sopor slime.
It was strong, maybe this guy had recently woken up and forgot to change or something.
I wouldn't doubt it.
My trail of thought was snapped in two like a twig being stepped on.
I heard a low chuckle, I peered into the highbloods eyes again.
"I'm Gamzee Makara, Motherfucker,"