Okay, I made this story awhile ago, but only this part. I will hopefully post the next chapter soon.

Allso this is an OC story, so if that isnt you fetish go back now :p

My alarm clock sprung to life blasting my favorite song, I smiled to myself as I opened my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I hate getting up early as much as the next person, but when you wake up to the sound of Pete Stump's voice how can you complain? I sat up and did that whole cat-like stretch, I love doing that but I always do it a tad more spastic than cats. I layed back down and stretched out my legs, humming along to the alarm clock I left on. I sat up and groaned as I finally turned off my alarm clock and got out of my bed.

My name is Christina Port. I live, well lived, in Chicago until about a week ago when my Dad got a work transfer all the way to South Park, Colorado. Population :321, but as of 7 days ago population: 324.

South Park, just after hearing the name I immediately assumed it was a town of hicks. Just the way it sounds. And after 16 years living in Chicago, I guess any small town to me would be full of yocals.

Oh, Did I mention my Dad managed to befriend practically EVERYONE in the town! We only moved here a week ago and already these hillbillies are calling asking to "chat" with him! My Dad, a 40 year old business man who got transferred here, already has more friends than me. The closest thing I got was this waitress who told me where the bus stop was…. Woohoo.

I'm starting really late in the year, like 3 months. We came up here during winter break and I got emailed all of the stuff they are learning. Honestly, I didn't take a look at it. I mean when you are moving thousands of miles to a new town where you know NOBODY is your first priority to check the history teacher's website? If the teachers are nice they might let it slip, I mean Im pretty nice, I don't steal, lie, or forge.

I sat down in front of my mirror, I don't want to go over board with the make up, and it's my first day in this town so I don't want to fuck things up. I brushed out my red layered hair, that's the actual color by the way, I don't dye. My side bangs covered part of my left eye, which was an un-appealing grey. Although, my friends back home described it was crystal, like what the hell? I grabbed my eye liner and mascara; I didn't want to put too much on so I was careful. I put down my entire make up and took a final look at myself. Perfect.

I got up and glided toward my closet, not too dull I thought. I need to be bold. I pulled on my black and white striped leggings and some jean shorts over them. I slid on a white sparkly, fingerless glove on my left hand, which I thought was pretty cool. I flipped though my hangers until I found a black shirt with a yellow smiley face, which I would say is my favorite shirt ever! Well, besides this totally adorable green V-top with all this lace, but its a few sizes small so it makes me look like a total slut. I pulled that over my head and then cursed myself cause it made my hair staticy.

After I brushed my hair out again I looked through my "Bow Box" until I found a black and yellow polka dot bow. I slid it threw my hair, then brushed a few strands to cover the visible clip. I walked to my mirror for one last look, I smiled proudly at myself and did a spin around. Unfortunately I lost my balance and did a face plant into my wooden floor. Shit

"What was all that noise upstairs, Chris?" My Ma asked as she handed me a pop-tart.

I grabbed the pop tart and took a bite, "Oh, Ya'know just getting ready for the first day" I said trying to sound happy.

My mom sighed; she always seemed to know when I was lying.

"I know it sucks. but this town isn't so bad, I mean the people are really nice and they are eco-friendly and…"

I rolled my eyes, whenever my mom tried to make a point she'd go into endless rants until you finally agreed just to shut her up.

"Okay Okay, I get it" I groaned. "Im gonna get going, Bye" I took another bite out of my pop tart and then threw it away. I grabbed my back pack and sped out the door before she had a chance to hug me.

Oh, did I forget mention this town is fucking freezing. Well so did my Dad. My hands were tucked into my pockets and I was shivering. I took a quick left on the side walk and then I saw them. They were at the bus stop, waiting…. The kids of South Park.

I had to admit they were far from hicks, they were pretty… well normal! There was a girl with long black hair and bangs straight across her face. She had a pink beret and yellow jeans tucked into knit boots, she also had a long purple jacket with big buttons lining the front. The boy next to her had his arm around her and was at least a head taller then her. He had a blue and red hat with black hair, just like the girl and his bangs slightly covered his eyes. He had faded blue jeans and a ripped pare of blue cons. He had a brown jacket that was un buttoned; showing his black undershirt. Then, there was a tall boy talking to them. He had red hair just like mine poking out of some odd green hat I'd never seen before. He had a bright orange jacket and a pair of green skinny jeans with pair of old black shoes.

I looked for a second and then walked over. The boy with the black hair spotted me first and smiled, when I got close enough to see his face, I realized he was UN deniably hot. When I was a few feet away all three people were smiling at me. The girl was very pretty, and was obviously dating the black haired boy, and the other boy was like the first one. HOT.

I opened my mouth to say hi but before I could the girl jumped to it

. "Hello!" The girl chirped at me. "I'm Wendy! You must be new, anyone up here would have known to where a jacket and not a sweat shirt"

I laughed, "Yeah, it's that obvious?" I said

. The black haired boy took his hand off Wendy and extended it to me. "Hey, I'm Stan Marsh. Uhhhh.. I didn't catch your name"

"Oh, Im Chris." I grabbed his hand and shook it, then immediately put it back in my pocket.

Finally the tall boy came over to me, "And I am Kyle" He announced smiling at me. "Nice to meet you." He looked at me up and down, and then added "Sparkles, stripes, and polka dots. Good choice!"

I stood there, Stan, Kyle, and Wendy smiling and telling me all about the school. I chuckled to myself. Not so bad after all.

Alriggghty?

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