Chapter one
The Warning
Craig Tucker spent most of his days outside and inside Mr. Mackey's councilor office. If you asked him what the room looked like, he could most likely described every last detail, right down to how many specs of dust there are on the floor. Of course, Craig has better things to do than explain the contents of Mr. Mackey's room to anyone. Upon asking, he would most likely reply with; "Stop being a faggot, get into trouble, and find out for yourself." In a very monotone voice, while his middle finger is flicked up and standing comfortable in front of your face.
It was no surprise that he was on the chair opposite Mr. Mackey once again. The councilor was looking through documents silently while taking a sip of his tea every now and then. Craig could do nothing more than just wait for his punishment. The usual drill was a week of detention. Craig never seemed to leave the school on time.
"M'kay." It appeared as though Mr. Mackey had finally gotten ready to talk to Craig. "I'm very disappointed in you young man, you're always in this room. I should just set up a sleeping bag and let you live in here." Craig didn't say anything, he just continued to stare blankly at the over sized head opposite him. "This time you were found smearing PVA glue all over Butters Stotch's sandwiches. What do you have to say for yourself?" He had gotten very worked up over this.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I was being silly and immature. I'm in the 4th grade now, I should learn to grow up and play nice." Those words were well rehearsed and trickled out of his mouth like they meant nothing. Most likely because they did mean nothing.
"Nuh-uh. That doesn't cut it this time mister, M'kay?" He took another sip from his mug. His eye brows were low and slanted towards his nose. "You should be suspended for this! M'kay?"
This soon caught Craig's attention. He may have been a trouble maker, but the school had never threatened him with suspension. He began to sweat with nerves. His mother and father would be furious if they learned their son would be temporarily kicked out of school. He was about to plead to stay in. Craig had never realized he had pushed it so far. Suspension today, but by next week it could be a full on expulsion.
"However," Mr. Mackey began to continue, and Craig showed genuine emotion on his face. There was a twinkle of subtle hope in his eyes. "Considering that English friend of yours will now be starting this school tomorrow, it wouldn't be fair on her to take you away and leave her knowing no-one, m'kay? You have a couple of days to redeem yourself, m'kay? Or else…" Mr. Mackey ran a finger across his neck and made a threatening hissing noise in an attempt to imply Craig would lose his head. "Now get out! M'kay."
Craig slipped down from the chair and bolted out of the room. He was happy that he had one more chance. He would play it good for a while, but once the threats were dropped, he would return to being his old self once more. Although he knew this would mean tying down his middle fingers, to prevent them from just sticking up at people on their own accord.
He was about to return to the classroom, only to have the bell ring to signal the end of school. He had managed to avoid detection that afternoon, due to the aforementioned English friend. At his locker he met up with Clyde, Token, Jimmy and Tweek. They were keen on knowing about what happened at the office, they were also dying to tell him that Butters still consumed the sandwich, not even noticing the gluey paste.
"You should have seen it, Craig." Clyde stated, a smile on his face.
"Yeah yeah. Anyway, I got to lay low for a while. They're threatening to chuck me out of the school for a while." The group around him gasped a little.
"H-H-H-H-have th-things really gotten th-that bad?" Jimmy spat out after a few tries.
"Seems so. You know I can't risk anything because of my friend starting tomorrow. She needs someone here to look out for her. I'm not going to leave her in the hands of you bastards." Craig may have seemed protective over this girl, but he really just used her so he could refer to his friends as 'bastards'.
They laughed at him for a while and then Token placed an arm around his shoulders. "So Tucker, how did you come to be friends with a British chick anyway?" It was a good question, but Craig seemed a little reluctant to answer at first.
"Ok, promise you won't tell anyone this." Token agreed of course, and so Craig began to explain the story, in a whisper.
Meanwhile, Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman were collecting things from their lockers. Craig's group were in the corner of their eyes. The class knew that a friend of Craig's would be joining the next day. After all, he wouldn't let them forget. Having an English friend didn't exactly seem to be anything to brag about. Everyone had just dubbed her as a replacement for Pip. Either way, if she was friends with Craig Tucker, it most likely meant she was a trouble maker too.
"Do you think she looks like him?" Kyle asked, to no-one in particular, but Stan answered anyway.
"Why would she look like him?"
"I don't know. I think of her more as a foreign relative of Craig's than a friend." Kyle stated, causing Stan to smirk for unknown reasons.
The boys took their stuff and went home. Craig and his group also left, with Clyde being stuck in detention. They were a little uneasy after learning about the English girl's past, but it also made them very eager to meet her. Except for Tweek, who stated he wanted nothing to do with her because it would be too much pressure and he wouldn't be able to speak to her without bringing up the sore subject of her past they had just learned about.
When Craig arrived home he had noticed that the English girl was already there. She had set up a camper bed in his little sister's room, which was where she would be staying, while her mother and father rested upon the two sofas. They were planning to purchase a house in South Park, but for the time being, they were camping out at Craig's.
Tillie Skye was stood in the living room ready to greet Craig. She had her tongue stuck out, while her pale skin shimmered in the faint light being cast in from outside. Her shoulder length brown hair was fairly straight apart from the ends, which flicked out and slightly curled up. Her fringe, which fell just below her eyebrows, was slightly brushed to the right, and had the same flicked out trait as the rest of her hair. She wore a blue hair band just for show and her eyes, although it was hard to see due to the way South Park characters of portrayed, were a light blue colour.
Her body fidgeted a little as she wasn't used to wearing the blue scarf and thick light-purple jumper. Even her blue skirt was thick and heavy, and the black boots that came up to her knees itched as they were layered inside with a fabric to keep in the heat. The rest of her legs were covered in skin coloured tights. It was mostly cold in England, but not to the point that there was snow on the ground.
"Craig!" She smiled and rushed over to him. Her arms flung open and when she reached him, she kneed him in the testicles.
"" Craig fell to the floor in pain, rolling around with his hands grabbing his sacred male genitalia. Tillie just watched him in pain, laughing sadistically to herself. "W-What was that for?" Even while in pain, Craig maintained his monotone voice, expressing little emotion.
"You haven't sent me a single letter, or e-mail, or anything like that for a whole year. I was beginning to think you forgot about me and found a boyfriend." She folded her arms and her mouth was a frown.
"That's no reason to knee someone in the balls." Craig stated as he picked himself up and brushed himself down. "And what do you mean 'boyfriend'?" Craig asked, his finger proceeded to flip the girl off as he spoke.
"Well before you stopped talking to me, all you ever seemed to talk about were your friends. Names popped up constantly; Clyde and Token. Oh and that Cartman guy. Is it a kind of love hate relationship with him?" This may sound as though Tillie was just joking around, but she seriously believed Craig was homosexual, much to his dismay.
"They're my friends." Craig plainly stated, and took a seat on the sofa. He picked up the television remote and Tillie sat beside him, about to speak again but he cut her off. "Now keep quiet, Red Racer's on."