THOD - I'm such a fag, u gais. I was a little out of inspiration and decided to do this! So send in your OC's and some requests! This is more of a personal challenge for me, so don't expect anything awesome. Because I'm waay to idiot to do awesome, but I promise to try.
94 - REALITY
"It's nice," Kate said slowly, poking the ugly brown couch experimentally, "I like it,"
"Yeah," Helene threw herself at the couch, a cloud of dust spewing into the air as she landed.
Kate instantly broke into coughs and tired to wave away the dust feverishly, grimacing down at the taller teen as the dust settled around them.
"What was that for?!" Kate exclaimed, brushing some dust of her ratty old baseball-jacket, sneering down at her laughing friend.
"Why not?" Helene said with a playful grin, brushing some dust off herself and putting her hands behind her head coolly.
"Darn, girl," Kate stuck out her tongue at Helene and wandered further into the apartment to explore it thoroughly.
She opened the only other door in the apartment and mused into the darkness, hand fumbling around for a light-switch. She found it and flicked it on, the single light-bulb hanging from the roof flickered dangerously as it tried to light up the ratty bedroom.
"How much was this place again?" Kate called, walking further into the room and entering the small bathroom.
"Three hundred dollars," Helene hollered back, a sound which echoed off the mold-eaten walls of the small cubicle.
"Well, that's kind of expensive for this dump," Kate grumbled, crinkling her nose as she caught sight of the toilet.
Graduation was over. And the approximately one hundred and sixty 18 year old young adults had been released to the streets of South Park, whenever they wanted to go to College or start life didn't matter.
The two best friends Helene McCarter and Kathleen Dear had ended up teaming up and buying an apartment in the ghetto part of town as their next move. They'd chosen the one in the ghetto so Helene could keep an eye on her mother, and because it was cheap, of course.
"Ugh, I guess we've got some work to do," Kate yelled, and received only laughter from her lazy roommate.
Kate shuddered and went back into the living-room and picked up a box labeled 'CLEANING UTENSILS', something Helene had suggested they bought before moving in. Now Kate understood why she'd suggested it.
"Come on," Kate growled, "We're cleaning this dump up. You take care of the bed, I'll start on the bathroom," she ordered, carrying the box towards the bedroom.
"But I dun wanna," Helene whined, peeking over the back of the brown couch, "Kate!"
"Oh Jesus, girl," Kate barked back, placing the box outside the bathroom-door, "Just come on!"
"Alright, alright,"
Cleaning up the bathroom and the bedroom to an acceptable condition took almost four hours.
Kate's once straight, brown hair was tousled and covered in spiderweb, her baseball-jacket discarded in a box somewhere and her pale green t-shirt covered in all sorts of goo.
Helene looked just as terrible. Sweaty, blonde hair hung in her eyes, dull gray eyes reflecting nothing but exhaustion and annoyance. Her once black band shirt was just as gray as her eyes, same with her black jeans.
All in all, both girls was beat. Beat by reality.
"I need coffee," Helene groaned, and Kate nodded tiredly from beside her.
"Let's go..." she coughed lightly, "... to a cafe somewhere?"
"Deal," Helene swallowed the dust in her mouth and grimaced, "Oh, ew, I think I just swallowed a bug,"
Kate chuckled halfheartedly and rolled off the bed, stretching to her full length and drawing a few soft cracks from her spine.
"Too... the real world!"
The two eighteen year olds entered Tweak's Coffee House, dragging their feet after themselves and practically collapsing by the counter. Neither of the two had bothered cleaning up, which got them a few disgusted looks as they passed through the streets.
"Helene...? And Kate," Stan Marsh said from the table beside the counter, where he sat comfortably with some of their old classmates.
"Stan," Kate whined pathetically as she collapsed on the free seat beside Kyle Broflovski, whom only shot her an amused look, "I'm tired!"
"Nice to know," Craig Tucker joined in, taking another sip of whatever was in his cup.
Kyle had already gotten into a fancy college somewhere and was leaving at the end of the summer. Stan Marsh had gotten a football scholarship and was headed straight for UCLA.
Craig Tucker was leaving for some sort of music school in England. And Kenneth McCormick was going with him.
And Helene McCarter had gotten into South Park Community College.
Kathleen Dear had not.
Kate had told everyone that she simply didn't want to go to college and didn't apply for any, but it was far from the truth. She'd applied for over six schools, and five of them rejected her. The school that did accept her had - ironically enough - been bombed by some terrorists a few days ago.
That left her with nothing.
So she'd taken on to working at Middle Park Mall as a cashier at Hot Topic – H&M, Cubus and Game Stop had fired her already – to try earn her share of the money for the apartment and furniture. Her future looked very dark.
"Ugh," Helene grumbled and sat down, glaring angrily at the newest cashier at Tweak's Coffee House, "Stupid blonde girl,"
Kenny laughed and nudged the girl that now sat beside him, "It could be worse, you know,"
"O' really?" Helene deadpanned, grimacing, "Do tell,"
"It could be Cartman,"
"... point taken,"
NeoNazi in question had already left for Munich Business School in Germany. It was a miracle he'd gotten in there at all, but somehow, he did it. Cartman always did it.
"So, Kate," Kyle started, "I hear you're staying here in Shit Park?"
Kate shrugged, "Yeah... I..." she cleared her throat and made a face, "I kind of didn't apply for any schools,"
Kyle sent her a disapproving look, "I told you to do that, Kate, I even said I'd help you with it,"
"I know," Kate rubbed her neck, slightly ashamed, "I just... didn't," she finished meekly.
Kyle sighed and shrugged, "And you Helene?"
"I got into the Community College," she said, grinning, "With my grades it's a freaking miracle in it's own,"
"The real miracle here," Kenny slung an arm around Helene's shoulders, "Is how I got into that music school in England,"
"Nah," Helene slung her own arm over Kenny's shoulders, "It's not a miracle! You're a freaking wonder on the guitar, man,"
"Yeah," Craig threw in his own two cents, "And you're not that bad of a singer,"
"Aw," Stan rolled his eyes, "How cute,"
"Shut up Marsh," Craig whacked Stan's arm lightly, grinning.
"Sure,"
The small group of friends continued their conversation, not noticing how Kate's mood dropped right down to the floor as their only went up. The happier they were, the more depressed Kate got.
She bit her lip and glanced over at the rest of her friends, feeling completely shut out. They were successful. She wasn't. And it hurt.
Yeah. Reality was a bitch.
THOD - Boo-hoo. I'm a little depressed, kay? Anyway, send in your OC's and request a one shot! And enter the contest over at A Hedgehog's Tale!
'Till next time!