Alright, I SHOULD be working on another chapter of KKS, buuuut this idea has been NAGGING at me for AGES.

I recently found out that IKE is two years YOUNGER than the kids in his grades, so in KKS, I'm changing Dylan's grade from 4th grade, to 7th, because she is 3 years younger than Rhiannon who's in her second year of high school.

ANYWAY, this is a fanfiction centered around Ike's friends, but I'm accepting both YOUNG oc's and OLDER oc's!

So, this fanfiction is about Dylan (Rhiannon's little sister)'s freshman year in High School. Older OC's and South Parkies are all seniors, by the way X3.

So let us begin, yeah?


Manage me, I'm a mess

Turn a page, I'm a book

Half unread

I wanna be laughed at

Laughed with, just because

I wanna feel weightless

And that should be enough


Oh God.

This is the day I've been dreading since the last day of school last year.

My first day of high school.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like school or anything. I'm actually one of the few insane people who likes school. What scares me is that this is high school. For one, the high school is HUGE. Each grade doesn't get their own wing like we did in middle school, no no. Everyone's spread out everywhere, and the building is four floors high, unlike the two floors that I got used to with middle school. And the thing is, most of my friends are older than me (because they're my older sister Rhiannon's friends), so there was a high chance I wouldn't have academic classes with my friends in my grade. Extra-curricular activities were mixed grades, so I had good chances of having friends, and maybe even Rhiannon, in those classes.

I got out of bed and stretched a bit, yawning. I barely slept a wink last night. I was too anxious for today. I just hope I don't fall asleep on the first day of school. That'd be a terrible first impression on the kids from other school and the teachers.

I ran a hand through my long, bleach blonde hair. I also had bang that rested just ontop of my long lashes. My eyes are alright, they're sort of big and bright blue. I've always wanted hazel or brown eyes, though. I don't wear much make-up, mostly just heavy-duty eye liner with mascara and lip-gloss. Rhiannon told me that I have a pretty face, and eye liner would make my eyes look 'gorgey to the extremes'. I brushed it quickly, and proceeded to put on my eyeliner and some chapstick for my getting-chapped lips. I put on an all-white tank-top with a teal Hello Kitty sweatshirt over it, zipped up halfway. I put on jean short-shorts and boot-converse, and a teal headband in my hair. It's actually pretty hot in South Park until at least the middle of november, surprisingly. I grabbed my white back-pack after brushing my teeth and eating a muffin, before waiting for my sister to get downstairs so we could go to the bus stop.

She came down a few minutes later. She still had that rainbow hair (her nickname is forever Skittles), and she still always wore a bow in her hair. Today she was wearing a rainbow tye-dye t-shirt with skinny jeans and rainbow converse, black fingerless gloves, and tons of sex bracelets. You know, those jelly ones that mean something, and if you break one you have to do it? Yeah, us 'freshies' are the only people who still call them sex bracelets.

"Excited for high school, DaffoDyl?" Rhiannon asked, patting my head as we exited the front door. She usually goes to school with her boyfriend, Christophe (Ze Mole, as some people call him) in his car, but she promised me she'd ride the bus for the first week of school.

We walked to the bus stop, her giving me pointers and tips while I just nodded. Some of the stuff she said sort of went in one ear and came out the other. But I did hear 'Don't go in the basement floor bathroom, that's where the druggies hang out. Not the good ones like Craig, the one's that will rape you'. I also heard 'join lots of club, they count towards college' and 'A warning, after football games, steer clear of that abandoned dugout behind the bleachers. It's sex-city over there. It's fucking scary'.

We got to the bus stop, finally. The only other people at our bus stop are Craig Tucker, Ruby (Craig's younger sister), Bebe Stevens, and Tweek Tweak. Rhiannon ran up to Craig and hugged him. Those two are best friends. I grinned at Tweek, who sort of spazzed before he waved back, and I went to hang out with Bebe.

Bebe is one of my closest friends, honestly. She and my sister used to hate eachother, but then again, Bebe used to be a bitch. But she's really nice now. She has light blonde hair with bangs, and it fell in princess curls down to her chest. She was wearing one of those hippie bandana's around her head, and a strapless black ruffly shirt with shorts and white flip-flops.

"There's my favorite freshie!" She chirped, hugging me. Hm, she smells like vanilla.

"Hi, Bebe." I grinned as she released me.

"Are you excited for high school? Nervous? Scared? I am," She smiled quickly and shrugged.

"Why would you be scared?!" I asked. Bebe's one of the most popular girls in the whole school.

"Kyle." She bit her lip. "We got in a fight because I saw him kiss that home-schooled girl Rebecca, I gave him third degree and he was in tears by the time I was done." She shrugged.

"Oy," I cringed. Bebe can get scary when she's mad.

"Soooo." She smiled before whispering to me. "Did you talk to Kenny?"

I blushed. "Yeah, we were exchanging dirty jokes, and then talking about Token's Halloween party..."

"What did he say!? Did he say 'are you going' or 'will you go with me'?" Bebe asked. She is the only person in the world who knows about my crush on Kenny McCormick.

"He said 'what are you doing on Halloween'!" I grinned.

"That's like, half-way asking you to go with him!" Bebe said.

"I doubt it. We're just friends. And anyway, he's a senior. I'm just a freshman," I said.

"Oh shut up!" She punched me in the arm.

"Bebe, he flirts with anything that breathes. Plus, doesn't he have a girlfriend? I think she's one of Rhiannon's friends." I inquired as the bus started coming.

"Yeah," Bebe said. "I like her."

Bebe walked ahead of me onto the bus. Thank God we got a new bus-driver for High School. Mrs. Crabtree scares the living shit out of my system.

I boarded, scanning the bus for open seats.

And that's when the water-balloon hit the side of my face. Hello, first day of high school.


Maybe it's not my weekend

But it's gonna be my year

And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere

And this is my reaction

To everything I fear

Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here


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Submit OC's, senior or freshman, please!