ᯓ1-prologue★
“Knife….
Knifeeee…!
Kniiiifeeeeee!!...
Mr. Knife guy!”
“KNIIIIIFE!”
“HOLYSHIT WHATTHEFUCKMIC”
“Hehe… sorrryyy… got ahead of myself again.”
I attempt to silently go back to sleep in hopes Microphone wouldn't notice until it’d be too late, but she catches on quickly.
“KNIFE! YOU CANNOT FUCKING SKIP THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.”
“OKAY OKAY JESUS..”
I hesitantly slump myself up. I don’t even know why Mic’s so excited, we both lack friends. She’s been waiting for this a long time though, I couldn’t skip or else I’d disappoint her.
For the longest time, I’ve only had her and my friend Suitcase. Suitcase moved away though, and Microphones my twin sister, so I don’t even know if they count. I really have nothing to lose, but I doubt this new school will bring me any luck.
I switch out my piercings to match my outfit, and decide to put on some eyeliner.
I apply stroke after stroke, hoping I can cover the transparency of my dollar-tree wand. Me and Mic were broke, runaways nobody cared to look for. Sure, I was a tattoo artist, but not a good enough one to bring in bank.
When I was 13, I thought it'd be a great idea to purchase an amateur tattoo gun with BOTH me and Microphones savings. Mic was pissed to say the least, but I managed to make a couple bills a day poorly tattooing drunk people with nothing better to do. We were homeless, and there were a lot of drunkies on the streets.
At 15, I was decent enough to harbor a job at a small underemployed shop. I made enough to afford a small apartment. I still work there, though it’s not much, and Mic doesn’t even have a job. She gets singing gigs sometimes, but they always underpay.
I checked the time, 6:45. 25 minutes before we needed to be at the bus stop.
I ask Microphone to do my hair. I don’t know how, but she’s like magic.
She scoops up a little bit of gel, then combs my hair.
Even though we’re fraternal twins, and the resemblance is uncanny, Microphone has always felt older than me. She’s constantly helping me, or defending me. I barely need it anymore, but it’s still nice to have someone there.
I finally ask, “Why are you so excited to go to school.. No offense, but you have like, one friend?”
“Offense taken! And yeah, that one friend is Soap!”
I have no clue why she and Soap are so attached. They’ve been best friends since.. As long as I can remember. I’m pretty sure they’ve been in a situationship at some point but called it off.
As Mic finishes shaping and combing my hair, I touch up my eyeliner a bit before carelessly throwing on a pair of mismatched socks. My pants are long enough to cover them anyway.
“Knife?..”
“What.”
“Nevermind..”
“What.”
“Can you… do MY eyeliner?”
“No.”
Mic frowns and rolls her eyes.
“Fine, who ya trying to impress, hm?”
“Who are YOU trying to impress?” She smirks.
…
“That's what I thought.”
I pull down her eyelids in annoyance and hastily apply some uneven wings. I don’t care enough to fix them. I finish stroking over the transparent bits, then get out my mascara that I haven’t bothered to use in years.
“Open your eyes.”
She opens her eyes and as quick as I can I shove my wad under her eyelashes.
She blinks.
“OW KNIFE WHAT THE FUCK YOU GOT IT IN MY EYE!”
“Fuck. Shut your piehole.”
In the corner of my eye, I spot a disgusted glance as I splotch some makeup remover on a crumpled paper towel. I roll my eyes and quickly remove the excess eyeliner underneath her eye.
I carefully do her other eye and then check my watch, 5 minutes.
With the time I have left, I put on some more accessories. An extra belt couldn't hurt.
Me and Mic throw our shoes on and walk out the door to the bus stop. Not too long after, the bus arrives. We walk up the steps, and I see that there are no empty seats.
As we make our way towards the back, Mic spots Soap. She rushes to the back to sit with her. She got lucky this time.
The bus starts to move, so I just jump to the nearest half-occupied seat I see.
I look to my right, and it’s just some snoring weirdo with a… Fortnite backpack? I decide to ignore him in hopes he doesn’t wake up.
I start to forget I’m even on a bus as I get lost in thought about what this new school would be like. I barely know ANYTHING, I just know that there’s dorms and.. Classes obviously.
SKRRRRRR
The bus comes to an abrupt stop. I look back to my right to see the weirdos' eyes fluttering open.
“AHHHHHH DUDE WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!”
I flinch and quickly cover my ears.
“WHAT THE HELL MAN!” I give him a nasty glare as he throws his hand to his mouth and whispers an apology.
I look out the window to see that we’ve almost arrived at the school. It was pretty huge.
SKRRRRRR CHUUU
In the blink of an eye, everyones in the aisle pushing each other forward like animals.
When I get my chance, I shove myself between two girls who are dressed oddly similar.
“SALTTTTT! NOOOOO!”
“OMG! PEPPER? PEPPER WHERE’D YOU GO!”
I hold in a laugh as I carefully proceed through the aisle of people who’ve seemed to go mad. I look back to see Mr. Fortnite backpack with a horrified look on his face, stuck in front of a guy who cannot stop sneezing for the life of him. That’s what he gets.
I look down to see the steps before me. I’M FINALLY AT THE END.
THUMP
WHAT THE HELL!
I push myself up as I turn around to see some douchebag dressed In gold and medals. Who the hell is wearing THAT atrocious of an outfit on the first day of school. I have no friends and even I care enough to not look THAT bad.
“DICK!” I yell.
“Sorry man! You were taking too long an-”
THUMP
Before I know it, I’m on the ground again as well as Sir goldilocks. He seems to have gotten pushed too, so I burst into laughter. Serves him right. My joy is quickly cut off though as I notice there’s some gooey yellow liquid all over my shirt. My face pulls itself into the most treacherous expression I think I’ve ever made.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO! MY BANANA BLAST!!!!!!!”
I sigh in relief that It’s just a smoothie and nothing else. While goldilocks scolds me for “eating his banana blast”, I get as much of it off as I can. Could he seriously not come up with any better excuse? We move out the way so others can get through.
When the dickwad finally goes away, I finish brushing off the ‘Banana Blast’ and zip up my jacket because god knows what a room full of immature highschoolers would assume if they saw a big yellow stain on my shirt. I finally get the chance to take a deep breath, until I see the Fortniter snickering at my situation.
I shoot him another nasty glare, much nastier than the one I shot before, and it seems to have scared him off.
I look ahead and prepare myself for possibly the worst place I’ll ever settle .
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I don’t know anything about what’s happening or where we’re supposed to go, but everyones going inside so I guess I’ll follow.
People are scattered all over the place. What the fuck is happening.
BEEEEPPPP
“Attention all junior highschoolers. Please form a line to the front office to obtain your dorm key and schedule.”
The building suddenly bursts out in shouts of “Where’s the front office?” and “LINE?”
I’ll admit, I’m not stoked about waiting in line either.
BEEEEEEP
“My apologies, the front office is down the hall and through the lunchroom, it’s the first building to the left.”
Chaos emerges but after a while a messy single-file line is formed with the help of a staff administrator.
At this point, I’ve been in line for about 20 minutes, and I’m starting to get really bored. I decide to pull out my Switch from my backpack and load up Mario Kart. I play against CPU’s, the WiFi here is ass.
Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder and the voice of a demon.
“Dude! You game?”
I give him a confused look and a slight nod before shooting yet another nasty glare. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs before letting me be. Dumbass.
Being the observant person I am, I notice some things about this loser. He has a couple piercings, one on his eyebrow, one on his nose.
He’s sporting olive green dreads, hopefully dyed. He’s also wearing a Minecraft sweatshirt, a beanie, some khaki-ish green cargos, and of course, the Fortnite backpack. I can’t help but wonder if he’s actually even good at the game.
He wasn't necessarily ugly… but his… vibes.. sure were.?.. I never thought I’d say that word.
He smells of an old.. Nostalgic lunchroom? I don’t even know what an old nostalgic lunchroom smells like. It just came to me.
I soon realize that I’m next in line, a lady with purple curly hair hands me my key and schedule.
“Here you go dear, next please!” Her voice was calming to say the least.
I put away my Switch and take my backpack up to where I assume my dorm would be. I silently hope the dorms are single, even though inside I know the building’s too small even for that.
Before I can get on the elevator, Mic stops me.
“Hey Knife! What dorm did ya get?”
I show her my key and she frowns.
Fuck. Me and Microphone aren't sharing a dorm. Looks like I’ll have to bunk with some rando..
“I’ll miss rooming with you Knife.” She tells me. I give her a warm smile before comparing schedules. Luckily, we have about half of our classes together, along with lunch. She’ll still be able to keep me company.
I wave her goodbye before boarding the elevator. On the elevator with me, there’s two identical boys who look way too young to be here, along with a posh looking woman with a bowtie. Jeez, and I thought I was overdressed.
221 my key said, so I believe I’m on floor 2. When the elevator hits two, I get off and walk down the hall until I see my room. My luggage was outside already, thank god. I don’t know what I’d do if the .. luggage bus came late.. Or whatever they’re called.
I open the door, and immediately throw all my shit down. My shoulders are killing me. I switch on the lights, and flop onto my bed.
I take a closer look at my schedule to see that classes don’t start for a week. I’m glad, because I had no clue when they were gonna start. I probably should’ve done more research.
I start to doze off, being around people makes me tired.
Clicksh erchhhhh
I could hear the door opening.
I don’t wanna get robbed, just fucking let me sleep.
“WHO’S THERE.” I shout.
“Hellloooo? It’s uh- just me! Your new dormmate .. I think!”
He sounds familiar. Strangely familiar.
But then HE walks through the door.
The weirdo. The Fortniter. Nostalgic Lunchroomie. Mr. Fortnite Backpack. Holy fuck. It could've been anyone but him.
I can tell he starts to panic when he sees me, but he gives an awkward wave.
“Ohhh!... It’s you!...”
I narrow my eyes at him and scoff, but I can’t scare him off too much so I give a half-assed wave with a frown on my face.
Luckily, the dorms were pretty fucking big, like two rooms excluding the bathroom and kitchen, so I didn’t have to share a room with this asshat.
“Uh-. I’m Pickle..” He mumbles before slowly walking to the other bedroom. I think he knows I dislike him, that's what he gets for making a bad impression on me. Maybe he’ll turn out to be cool.
Maybe. Hopefully. Probably.
“I’M KNIFE.” I shout to Pickle.
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