Private Schoolstuck Chp. 3Karkat spent the hour sitting by his Mom’s
bedside, talking to her, singing softly, and wiping the few stray tears from
his eyes. A knock came at the door at 6:30, and Karkat opened it for the tall
“It’s 6:30, Karkat. I thought I’d let you know.
You can stay as long as you’d like, but it’s time for her to eat,” said the
doctor, his hand going to Karkat’s shoulder. A sandy blonde eyebrow perked up,
and he tilted Karkat’s head to the side, looking at the bruises.
“Karkat Vantas, have you been fighting? Do you
need me to check you out?” The Doctor’s tone rang with disbelief, and the boy
“It’s nothing serious, Dr. Carman. I’ll go now.”
Karkat left the room in a hurry, he hated seeing his mom fed through a tube. He
left the hospital quicker than ever, and sat down in his Equinox. It was dark
out, and the lights faded quickly from the inside. He gazed up at the hospital,
Private Schoolstuck Chp. 2Karkat Vantas took his detention after school
with Professor English. The black haired instructor seemed very casual toward
the boy, as he directed him to the music room, which also served as the
“I really don’t care what you do. Honestly I
don’t even think you deserve this detention, but you just have to stay here for
an hour,” laughed English, taking his place behind the desk. Karkat looked
around at all the instruments, and realized the only place to sit was with
them. He shrugged himself down onto a piano bench, the glossy keys begging for
Karkat looked over at English, who was
polishing a replica pistol, and set his pale fingers on the keys. He began
softly playing Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata.’
“I didn’t know you could play. John Egbert plays
piano too,” English’s voice rang out, and Karkat fumbled a key. Of course it
was John. He smashed his hands down on random keys angrily. He just
Private Schoolstuck chap. 1The hallways were full of pinstripe pants, and
gray plaid skirts, all bustling around in the heat. A short boy, shorter than
even most of the girls, cursed in his mind as he struggled through the crowd.
“Hey, motherfuckin’ best friend,” came a
familiar, almost zoned out voice. The short boy felt a huge hand clap down on
his shoulder. “You’re all up an' looking spiffy in that jacket, man!” The voice
was deep, but scratchy. The short boy, Karkat, gazed up.
“What the fuck, Gamzee? You’re not even wearing
the uniform!” The tall boy, at least six foot three, gave Karkat a smile, red
hoodie and baggy cargo jeans splotched with old stains.
“Naw, motherfucker, that shit’s for geeks. I see
you got some god damn skinny jeans on.” Gamzee’s face, painted like a clowns
with some makeup, broke into a wide smile. Karkat looked down as they walked,
observing his overly-skinny legs as they shuffled along in their gray skinny