CHAPTER 1:

CRASHING AGAIN

I remember the day it happened. The day my whole life changed completely. One little incident, just one, made my life take a 180-turn, in a way I'd never imagine. The very beginning of my story and the very end almost have nothing to do with each other. But one thing leads to another, and then that next thing leads to something else, and then the next thing you know, you're at a point in your life that you never thought you'd be at.

It was an unusually warm day in November, which is strange for South Park, considering that snow usually covers the streets in thick blankets during this time of year. But not on this day—today, the sun was out and the grass was green, and not a flake of snow was within a fifty-mile radius. I was sixteen years old when it happened, which was not necessarily a good time of my life.

I guess things could have been worse; I know they were definitely better than middle school, but still...I didn't get picked on anymore (I was well-liked in elementary school but middle school was a whole different story), but I still battled a few demons. I still fought my battle with depression that I had had since I was twelve, and Chef's death still plagued me from time to time, even though it happened several years ago. I had a little bit of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, which I had developed in the sixth grade, but at least I wasn't chained to a sink or obsessing over every little detail in my everyday life anymore. My friends and I seemed to drift a little but, I don't know why exactly, but we just didn't have what we used to have as children.

We all sort of drifted apart...I mean, I still hung out with Kyle, Kenny, and even Cartman on a regular basis, but there was just something missing...something that used to be there but wasn't anymore. Maybe it was my fault, because I had drifted from my family as well. I was never close with my sister, Shelley, but I used to get along with my parents. Then, once I got into middle school, it seemed like all we ever did was fight. Over school, or a fight I had with Shelley, or my life habits—everything. What better explanation could there be? I was drifting apart from everyone I knew.

Things changed once I hit middle school, but that warm day in November was the one that completely changed things. It landed me where I am right now...and I wish I weren't here. No, my life was not picture-perfect during middle or high school, but after awhile, I had grown accustomed to it and I was OK. It was all OK. Until that day.

I was riding bikes with Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman—I know, sixteen-year-olds usually don't ride their bikes anymore, but we didn't have our drivers' licenses yet (we were close), so to the pass the time, we rode our bikes. There's not really much to do in South Park, Colorado. Anyways, I was riding with my friends, and we rode up a small hill. I was not paying much attention to where I was going—the other three were having a conversation, and I was just off in my own little world, as usual. I was pulled out of my world when I heard Kyle yell, "STAN, LOOK OUT!"

We were going downhill, and the next thing I knew, I hit a big branch at rapid speed and went flying over the handlebars. I landed smack on my leg and skidded down a few feet as I felt a bone snap. I was sure my leg was broken, it was just that hard of a fall. I grabbed my leg and closed my eyes as the pain shot through my body. I opened my eyes and clenched my teeth as I saw Kyle and Kenny hopping off their bikes and rushing to my side. Cartman stood behind with a grin on his face and amusement in his voice as he laughed hysterically.

--A/N: I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT, BUT IT IS JUST AN INTRODUCTION, THE NEXT CHAPTERS WILL BE LONGER AND JUICIER. I DON'T KNOW HOW GREAT THE FORMAT WILL BE SINCE THIS SITE IS NOT VERY APPLE-FRIENDLY BUT I WILL TRY MY BEST. MAYBE THE NEXT A/N WON'T HAVE TO BE IN ALL-CAPS...ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS AND THE NEXT CHAPTER IS COMING SOON:D --