Hey all you guys! This is my first South Park Fanfic. Decided to make this a long story. Obviously it isn't right now, but I'm planning on making it long.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of the characters. I wish I did...cause Kenny is bae 3

Hope you enjoy this sweet story. And now...let it begin ('-')

I pressed my head against the window of my dad's old station wagon as we pulled into our new town. My parents couldn't afford the house we were living in anymore. Not that I would even call it a house. My family is poor, and my dead beat dad doesn't know how to handle any of the money he does get. My parents had found a house in a small mountain town that was cheap and they jumped at the offer. That was where we were headed now.

"Hey, look Kenny. That's the school you will be going to." My mother said, pointing out the window at a large building. A sign hung over the entrance that read-

"South Park High School" I sighed as I breathed on the cold glass. My sister yawned and I turned my head to see her smiling up at me. She had been sleeping against my shoulder the whole ride from our old home in Denver.

"Hey Kenny!" She said cheerfully.

"Hey Karen." I replied smiling down at her. She's three years younger than me, but sometimes she acts like I'm the younger one. Especially since I always get in trouble. Whenever I came home late, completely fucked up, she would look at me the same way. She would stand there, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.

"Seriously Kenny? Again? Go to bed you dumb ass!" She would tell me, I would always smile at her and do what she said. It was weird. When I was younger, she was the only thing I cared about, and I made it my duty to protect her, but now it seems that she is the one who protects me. We pulled up to a run down house and the car screeched to a stop.

"Thank God!" My brother moaned. Since only one of the doors in the back worked, Kevin pushed past me, pressing against my face as he crawled out of the car. He shouldn't even be here. He's supposed to be in college, but my parents can't afford it, so he just lays around all the time.

"Kenny! Get the stuff out of the back!" My dad ordered as he opened up the front door of our new house. I moaned and pulled open the back. I grabbed a few of the bags and dragged them up the overgrown yard until I reached the open door. I continued to do this until there was a small wall of bags outside the house. My mom and sister grabbed the bags and took them into the house as I sat down in the doorway.

This was definitely not Denver. There weren't a lot of cars rushing down the street, taking the stupid people to their stupid jobs. No, people were walking down the street, smiling and talking with the people in their yards. Everyone but us that is. People seemed to avoid us. I wouldn't blame them. If I could, I would avoid us too.

I tossed my head into my hands, my blonde hair falling over my eyes.

"Kenny...we have all the stuff in. When do you think Doug will come by with our other stuff?" Karen asked, sitting next to me.

"I don't know. I hope it's soon though." I told her, looking out at the street. Doug was one of my dad's friends. Well...a better term would be "Poker Buddy", but he owed my dad a favor, so he promised to bring all of our furniture down. Which wasn't much, but it was still our stuff. Karen began playing with my ear piercings.

"Why did you even get these?"

"I don't know...cause Tag said he'd do it for five bucks I guess." I told her. It was true. That's also the reason I got a tattoo on my side, but I wasn't gonna tell her about that. My buddy Tag was always doing that stuff.

We heard a screech and looked up to see an old, beat up truck, hurdling down the street. It screeched to a stop in front of our house, and a drunk, obese man hobbled out of the cab. His mustache still had some beer on it.

"Yo! Stew! I got your shit!-hiccup-told ya I'd get it here!"

"Should you really be driving? You're drunk off your ass." I spat at him as he tried to catch his balance.

"Shut up y-hiccup-you little shit." She pushed me out of the way and walked into the house, where him and my dad started talking, extremely loud.

"Come on Karen. Let's get the stuff." We began pulling out the furniture and putting it into the house. Kevin even joined us, which was a real surprise. I think he just wanted to get the couch out as soon as possible so that he could lay on it.

"Okay Stew! Call me when you want to get drunk again." He looked out at his truck and noticed that everything was already out and was now placed in the house around him. "Whoa...when did that happen?"

"I-I don't know...to tell you the truth...I'm a little drunk. Don't tell the kids." My father slurred. Kevin was standing in the doorway and he had a look of disgust on his face.

"We know dad! Your not really good at holding your alcohol. You should at least try not to be such a drunk dick!"

"-Ey! Shut the fuck up you fucking bastard!" He shouted. I rolled my eyes. They were about to fight...again. I looked at my phone and realized that it was already 10:30. I usually wouldn't care, but my mom was making me start at the new school tomorrow. I went into mine, and Kevin's room and peeled off the orange hoodie I was wearing, and fell onto my bed, falling asleep after a few minutes.

I woke up at around 6:45. I didn't have an alarm clock, so I guessed by the fact that the sun was just barely up. I threw on a long sleeve t-shirt and an old pair of converse that used to belong to Kevin. I slipped my phone into my pocket and pulled on my hoodie. Karen was standing outside my room when I opened the door. She smiled at me weakly and straightened the sweater she was wearing.

"Hey Ken. Sleep well?" She asked as we walked into the kitchen together.

"Well don't you look handsome. Stuart, look at how handsome your boy looks." My mom said smiling at me. My dad grunted through a sip of beer. Great! It was only seven in the morning and he was already drinking. I looked in our fridge, hoping for there to be something. Of course, there wasn't anything. I should've known since I put it there the night before. I walked back to my room and grabbed my wallet. I only had twenty bucks left since I had to quit my job when we moved.

"I'm just gonna go ahead and leave, okay? I'll see you guys when I get home." I grabbed my bag, even though it's contents only consisted of a notebook and pencil, and I was out the door. I walked along the empty street in the direction of the school, stopping at a gas station to get a coffee and a Pop-Tart. Yeah, I know right? Breakfast of champions. I tossed the Pop-Tart into my bag as I took a sip of the coffee. It wasn't the greatest, I mean it was gas station coffee so it wasn't going to be great anyways, but it was pretty good. As I approached the school I saw a few clumps of students standing in little circles. Other people were sitting in cars, making out and shit. I walked across the street and into the courtyard of the school.

I could see people looking at me. It was a small town so it was obvious that everyone would notice a new student. I sat on the steps in front of the school until the bell rang and everyone started flooding in. I walked into the building, and turned into the front office to get my schedule and locker number.

"Well, hello there sir. I am the principle of this school. How may I help you?" A man said. He was a tall thin man who was balding.

"Um...I'm Kenneth McCormick. I'm starting school here today and I was wanting to know my schedule and locker number sir." I told him, being polite as hell.

"Oh. Yes, of course." He said, scratching his neck and looking around nervously. "I think your information is right over here..." He trailed off as he began flipping through papers on the front desk. "Ah! Here they are. Told you they were over here." He said, handing me a paper and giving me a smile.

"Thanks."

"Alright. Have a great day. I hope I won't have to see you in my office for disturbances." I nodded and walked out of the room. What the hell did he mean? Disturbances? I shuffled off to my class, or at least I thought I was, because before I knew it, I was lost. I stood there for a minute, unsure as to where I was supposed to go. I heard a sudden crash around a corner and ran to see what it was.

I turned the corner to see a small boy curled up on the floor and two big guys standing over him.

"I told you to watch your fucking step Stotch! Did you think I was joking?" One guys said, kicking the small boy in the stomach. The other one joined in and they began beating on him. I balled up my fists in a fit of anger and charged at them. I slammed into one of them, causing him to reel back, with a stunned look on his face.

"You two think its fun to pick on the smaller guy? You are pathetic!" I said, my teeth clenched.

"Who the fuck is this fag?" The one still standing there said. I shot a fist out at him, slamming it into his jaw.

"Shit! Eric...let's just go. This dude is insane man!" The two ran off and the boy on the floor began to slowly sit up. I knelt down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Th-Thanks...those guys...are jerks." He mumbled, wiping blood away from his mouth. He stood up and dusted off his light brown pants. He was wearing a light colored plaid shirt tucked in and white suspenders. I rolled my eyes at the way he was dressed. My assumptions of him being gay were correct as I caught him checking me out. Looking up and down me like he was trying to undress me with his eyes. I felt extremely nervous and a little disturbed.

"I'm Kenny." I told him offering my hand for him to shake.

"Leopold, but people call me butters, so you can too." He smiled weakly. "I-I think I'm gonna go to the nurse now." He said, starting to walk off.

"Oh. Butters, before you go, can you tell me where this class is?" I asked pointing to one of the classes on my schedule.

"Yeah. Of course I can Kenny. It's right over there." He smiled and pointed to a class just down the hall.

"Thanks man." I walked to the classroom and stood in front of the door. I hoped I could walk into the class and slink my way into a seat without being noticed. I didn't want to have to introduce myself or stand in front of the class and all that bullshit. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Unfortunately, my hoped were not fulfilled. Once I stepped into the classroom, every head turned in my direction and the whole class stopped.

Shit. I looked at the teacher, he was standing there, his arms crossed and an arngry look on his face. I half smiled and nodded to him.

"Hey. I'm Kenny...I'm new here...and yeah." I walked to an empty desk next to a girl with curly blonde hair. She looked at me for a minute and I pretended not to notice. After a little while she stopped looking at me and turned to face the board. I looked at the board too, and finally realized what class I was in. Chemistry. I was awful at it, over at my old school. I was pretty sure I would be just as awful at it here.

The board had a bunch of numbers and letters all jumbled together in a way that didn't make sense. At least, to me it didn't. Everyone else seemed to get it just fine. I stretched my neck out to see what the girl next to me was writing. She had beautiful handwriting and her notes were so neat.

"New guy? Kenny?" I jerked my head forward and saw that the teacher was looking at me.

"What is the answer to this question?" I stared at the board until my eyes hurt. I had no idea what the answer was. I decided, what the hell? And guesses.

"Four."

"Four?"

"Yeah...is that wrong?"

"Um...yeah. It isn't even close. I wasn't even looking for a number."

"Oh. Well now I know." I said, leaning back in my chair. He sighed and shook his head. But he didn't ask me to do more work, he just went back to teaching. I tried to pay attention, but it was difficult to do when I didn't understand what they were doing.

The bell rang and everyone rushed out of the room in a flash. I pulled out my schedule again and read where my next class was. It was pretty easy to find this one since the class was P.E. I walked into the gym, and saw people standing there in gym uniforms, stretching. A large and very hairy arm landed hard on my shoulder.

"Hey kid. I'm the coach. This your first day?" An overweight man with a large mustache was leaning against me. "Okay. Go get changed into your uniform and get out there."

"I don't have a uniform." I said hesitantly. He looked down at me in confusion.

"What? Why don't you have a uniform?"

"I-I can't afford to buy one." I said quietly, digging my finger into the strap on my bag.

"Well why didn't you just say that in the first place?" He smiled, patting me on the back. He walked off to a room in the back and returned with an old uniform. The shirt and shorts were gray. Not much of a uniform. The ends on the sleeves were fraying and the collar looked like it had been stretched out.

"Sorry kid, but this is all I've got right now. Here, you can have it. Just remember to bring it for class." He handed me the clothes and motioned for me to go change in the locker room. I walked into the smelly, damp room that was now empty, and changed into the uniform, throwing my clothes into an empty locker.

The shirt's sleeves were too tight on me so I rolled them up to my shoulders. I tugged on the shorts I was wearing. They were uncomfortable and stuck to the hairs on my upper legs. A whistle sounded and everyone gathered in a circle around the coach.

"Okay guys we're gonna play some basketball! Alright, let's split into boys and girls." A few girls began to grumble.

"That's no fair!" The girl with blonde hair whined. "The boys are all taller and actually play basketball!"

"Hey. At least you don't have fatass Cartman on your team." A boy with thick black hair said, pointing his thumb out at a guy on the other side of the circle.

"-Ey! I already told you Marsh, I'm not fat, it's just muscle!" That voice was familiar. I looked over and noticed that it was the guy I had punched for beating up Butters. I shot him a glare, that he pretended not to notice.

"Okay, okay. That's enough. Sorry but that's how it goes, maybe next time there will be mixed teams." The coach said, scratching his mustache. Everyone split up and I joined the group of guys in their small circle. There were eight boys and eight girls in the class, so there were even teams.

"Hey. New kid, you any good at basketball?" A boy with red hair asked me. I shrugged at his question. I had watched games on the tv over at Tag's tattoo parlor, and I knew how to play, but I had never been on a team.

"Well it doesn't matter really because this is PE basketball. Everyone plays at the same time to we get an even amount of exercise and blah blah blah..." Cartman said, trailing off as he mimicked the coach.

"Okay whatever. New guy! Your tall so we're gonna place you as center." I nodded as I remembered what position center was. We broke our circle and stepped out onto the court. It was the girl's ball first and a girl with red hair dribbled the ball in before passing it to the girl with blonde hair. She was positioned in front of me, and I finally got a good look at her. She was beautiful.

Her long blonde hair was pulled back, all except for a few curly strands that had fallen out. She had a tall thin figure and long legs. Her eyes were a light blue, unlike my grey blue ones. I stared at her with a slight smile on my face, only half trying to block her. She passed the ball, even though if she had tried, she could've gotten passed me fairly easily.

The girls she passed it to had long black hair pulled back into a high ponytail, and she began dribbling it before a boy with black hair snatched the ball from her.

"Thanks Wendy. You're the best." He laughed, blowing her a kiss as he dribbled down to the court before making a layup. The game went back and forth, but eventually ended with the boys winning 26:8. Everyone returned to the locker rooms before taking off their gym uniforms.

"Whoa. You have tattoos? That's bad ass!" The red head said.

"Hm? Oh yeah...thanks" I mumbled, pulling on my shirt.

"The name's Kyle." He said, extending his hand.

"Kenny."

"Where are you from?"

"Denver." I pulled on my jeans and buttoned them before grabbing my bag and cooing the, now empty, locker.

"That's cool. Okay, I've gotta go to class. Maybe I'll see you later." He said before leaving the room. I followed shortly after and went to my next class. When lunch finally rolled around, I stepped into the noisy room. Students were standing in clumps, and some were sitting at tables. I sat down at an empty table and pulled my unopened Pop-Tart out of my bag. I leaned over the table as I picked at my food. I looked down at the unnatural color of the frosting, and the next thing I knew, people were placing trays down and sitting around me.

"Hey Kenny. Do you mind if we sit here?" Butters asked pointing to the table. I shook my head and stuck out my hand, offering them to sit. He smiled and sat in front of me. Kyle was with him, and so was the boy with black hair, and the girl with black hair from PE. I think her name was Wendy?

"Oh! I forgot to introduce you. This is Stan." He motioned to the boy with black hair. "And Wendy." He motioned to the girl. "And this is Kyle."

"Yeah. I met Kyle. Nice to meet you Stan and Wendy." They nodded at me and smiled.

"...so, Butters, who were those guys who beat you up today?" I asked hesitantly.

"You got beaten up today? Why didn't you tell us?" Kyle urged, a bit of anger in his voice, but mainly worry.

"Wait. Why doesn't it look like you got your ass kicked?" Stan asked. Butters began to rub his knuckles together. It was an odd motion, but it seemed to calm him slightly.

"I-I started putting concealer on so you guys wouldn't notice." He mumbled. Wendy reached over and grabbed his cheekiness her hand, pulling his face closer to hers. She inspected him for a moment. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide and her lips opened slightly.

"You are wearing concealer!" She announced, tapping her thumb lightly on the skin by his eye. Butters jerked away in pain.

"I-it was Eric...and Clyde." He muttered, rubbing his knuckles together again.

"Are you serious? That jack-ass Cartman!" Kyle growled.

"Wait...did you say Clyde? Why would he do that?" Stan asked,

"Yeah, you're right. Clyde's usually such a good guy. Thats way out of character for him." Wendy said, concentrating hard. Butters merely shrugged and poked at his food. I felt bad for asking him, because everyone must've been making him feel really uncomfortable. I began to feel uncomfortable, because I didn't know who Clyde was. I looked away from everyone else, who were ranting on about this Eric guy.

I noticed the blonde girl walking by, and couldn't help myself from watching her as she walked closer.

"Wendy come on!" She urged, only a few steps from outer table. I smiled slightly at her. She was really beautiful. Wendy stood up and grabbed her bag. She leaned down to kiss Stan before walking off with the girl.

"Who was that?" I asked, the smile still on my face. Kyle smiled a wicked grin and raised an eyebrow.

"That's Bebe Stevens. She's one of the hottest girls at our school." He could say that again. "Yeah...but sorry Kenny. She happens to be dating Clyde Donovan." My smile faded, but his grew wider as he became even more amused by my expression.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah." Stan piped in.

"Damn!" I breathed out deeply. We talked about all of the people at the school for the rest of lunch. The three guys gave me tips on who to hang out with and who was a total douche/bitch. The bell rang and we all went to our next class.

After school, I stood out front for a little while, leaning against the flagpole. I put my cheap earbuds in my ears and blasted some punk rock music from my old phone. I had nothing else to do, so I walked down to the middle school to pick up my sister. When I got there, she was just walking out of the building.

"Kenny!" She cheered, running up to me and wrapping me in a hug.

"Hey Karen. Have a good day?" I asked her as we walked down the street.

"It was ok. My teachers are cool. How was your day?" She asked, grabbing my hand and swinging ours back and forth.

"Eh...made a few friends. I guess that's a pretty good first day." I shrugged as we started leaving the nicer part of town and entering the poor part. We walked home and into the house. Surprisingly, Kevin was there and neither were my parents. It was nice. I made Karen a quick dinner out of what was left in the fridge and the two of us went to bed early. Not wanting to be awake when our parents and Kevin got home. I crawled into my bed and pulled my light blanket up to my nose. In a few minutes I was sleeping.

So...this has been the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I will publish the next one as soon as I can get my lazy butt to actually write it.