I hid behind my mother's legs, as she opened the doors to South Park Preschool. We had just moved to South Park at the time, so it was really scary going to a building, painted with faded flowers, and a creepy Cookie Monster mural biting the door.

"Hello, we're here for the preschool program?" Mom yells into the building.

"Oh, yes. Come in." returned a woman's voice. We walked in, and she came over. "Hello, I'm Ms. Cartman, but you can call me Liane."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Megan, and this is my daughter, Irene." Mom said, smiling warmly. "We've recently moved in, I heard of the program, and decided this was a perfect opportunity for my little Irene to make some friends."

"Well, we have at least... eleven children here, including my little poopsykins, Eric. Would you like some tea? The mothers are in the living room having some now."

"That would be lovely. Now Irene, go and play with the other kids, okay?"

I nodded my head, going inside slowly.

"Irene, the children are upstairs in Eric's room." Ms. Cartman said, stopping me to put a name tag on me, that read, "Hello, My Name is: Irene".

I heard the other kids upstairs, so I followed my ears. Soon enough, I was in a boy's bedroom, that was decorated in Terrance and Phillip merchandise. From posters, to toys, to DVDs.

"Well well well, looks like we have another GIRL here." An fat boy hissed. My face went pale, and he laughed.

"Cartman, leave her alone. Don't be afraid of him... I bet he couldn't hurt a fly..." A boy wearing a blue chullo called out.

"Shut up, Craig!" The boy yelled, his face turning red.

I began examining what each person was doing. Three boys, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny, were watching Terrance and Phillip on the TV. The far kid, which was apparently Eric, was arguing with another boy, Leopold. Two girls, Wendy Bebe, were talking. A boy, Craig, was playing trucks with Token, Clyde, and Tweek, and Jimmy, who wore crutches on his arms. The tomboy I was, I decided to try hanging out with the boys playing trucks. I walked over to them, sitting down.

"H-H-Hello..." Jimmy managed to say.

"What are you (ngh!) doing here?" Tweek said.

"I want to play trucks, if that's okay with you all..." I mumbled.

"Girls can't play with us." Clyde pointed out.

"Yeah..." Craig agreed.

"Now go away." Token replied.

"...This is WAY too much pressure!" Tweek shouted.

"I think she c-could play with us... I don't think she looks g-g-giir... I don't think she looks girly. She probably a tomboy..." Jimmy stated.

"Hmm.. Good point..." Token mumbled.

I scooted in, and looked around. There were no more trucks left. Tweek looked at me, and handed me his truck. "Here. You can (ngh!) play with my truck. I'm not very good at playing.. I mean, what if the truck grew in to a real truck, and ran us all over?! That's seriously too much (ngh!) pressure!"

"Thank you.. Tweek."

"No problem." He smiled, twitching a bit.

My truck was the coolest looking out of them all. Clyde's was pink! Mine was army green. with two white stripes and one black stripe wrapping around it.

After playing for about an hour, I get up and say, "I'll be right back." I left the bedroom, and went to the bathroom mirror, to find a thin, rosy cheeked girl, with short, messy brown hair, and icy blue eyes, matching her hoodie. Her jeans were ripped up, and her black Converse shoes were splattered with mud. I smiled, and returned to the bedroom.

And that is the story of how I got my five bestest friends in the world, and this was about ten years ago..

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