"Hey Kuzu, where did you put your... my orange juice box? I'm thirsty!!!" He sat up in bed from the rude awakening. His overly entitled roommate Merill thought he was oh so clever for rummaging around in the backpack in the living room, looking to pilfer homework and juice first thing in the morning. He might even be looking for paper and pens. As he sit there listening to the other whine he rubbed the sides of his head lightly to try and ease the headache already growing before shouting back that he left his juice in the fridge. They lived together in a sort of dorm situation up on Ghost Hill which- wouldn't you know it-is haunted. The hill's dorms were built (now get this) on top of an old cemetery that the government didn't see as a real cemetery since it was native property. "You hid the juice from me didn't you?!"

Hah! No he didn't hide it from the other, he was just half blind without his glasses which he never wears. As He crawled out of bed to go get that guy his juice box he notice Merill (his room mate) had left a mess of shoes and clothes on the floor in a pile about half the size of himself. He didn't know if he was trying to find his clothes to wear (despite Merill being much taller than him) or if he was just searching for that juice. Anyway, He didn't think he or anyone else cared that that our main character was running out of socks or that he could not find his LeftShu anywhere. He thinks Merill even lost his favorite pair of strap up gothic platform boots.

Just as he was about to hunker down and get dressed; in came Merill with his long black hair and wicked grin on his face "Kuzu put on some friggen' clothes!" to which he frowned and flipped him off "Learn to knock and stop acting like as if I blinded you! Maybe I'd wear more to sleep in if you left me some clothes and stopped stealing them!"

He sighed as he grab some bondage Tripp pants and a mesh fishnet shirt to wear today. Yes, yes his clothes were against school dress code but one good thing about this ghetto school is that they don't seem to care about what a kid's wearing. It was no lie the school seemed to understand that there were more important things to worry about. The school was a very violent place and even still the adults running the show didn't seem to be too worried about just how violent it is. If there had been uniforms and dressed like upstanding citizens there would still be fights after all. Anyway he get dressed and moved to push Merill out of the dorm so they could get going to school since the bus waited for no man.

As they slipped and slidded down the muddy hill they tried to catch their feet and balance on the few plants still growing in the cold weather. It was not just the hill in this town; everything was covered in a thin layer of dust and when the weather turned wet everything was just mud covered. So stumbling and hobbling over to the bus stop Kuzu tried to kick off as much mud caking his boots as possible. His scraggly bleach-burnt hair covering over his shoulders to keep warm. Now his baggy bondage pants were covered in a layer of watery mud. His poor boots are fighting to keep his (luckily) still warm toes nice and dry, and he couldn't help but look up to the side at Merill to see him holding a pair of strange slip-ons in his hands while standing barefoot on the cold sidewalk. It was a weird known fact that his room mate liked to go to school without shoes on so he could wash up once at school in the bathroom before getting fully ready. Now of course he caught Kuzu's staring and grinned his little cat like grin.

"Jealous Kuzu? You should be, short stuff."

Oh right! Yeah right, like Kuzu would be jealous of him being too tall to walk easily through doors and his cool and snarky act. He was always this way, like a pain in Kuzu's gut. Actually that pain might be from their roughhousing, oh well. He played around as if he were a small child and at times it maked Kuzu question why people liked Merill so much. As it was, acourding to rumor at least that Merill didn't even wash his hands when he goes to the bathroom. Okay, so that one was gross but he thinks no one can tell-well Kuzu lived with him, the creep!

Kuzu wouldn't mind having that healthy head of hair Merill had though; his own was split-ended and very messy at the best of times. Kuzu was sad to edmit his eyes weren't Merill's pretty dark brown but his own dull brownish (perhaps once in a while hazle'ish) color. He could say this much though, He was proud of his 3.0 GPA and potential for more, even though people would never guess the satanic looking kid loved his studies. He had six piercings on each ear which one would think made him look bad ass! Hehe.

They saw the big yellow monstrosity of a bus make its way there and as they boarded it Kuzu's muddy shoes clunked up the steps. The bus driver (god thank you for this man) ignored the mud as well as (sadly) the glitter fight happening right behind him. Sometimes Buhba the bus driver was far too nice to us. Insert smiley face. Suddenly a ball of glitter hits Kuzu in the face and nearly blinded him. He could feel the small specks of plastic try to enter through his lids. The only reason he didn't fall on his ass was because Merill grabbed his shoulder and lead him to a seat where they waited out an hour to get to the swampy school area. Of course it was all fenced off like a prison since the children couldn't be trusted not to just skip school. As if ditching would be an idea, since the school is in the middle of nowhere. So here you find them, heading to Prison High covered in glitter and not burnt from fireballs of old homework (for once) this great morning!