New Life ch 1

(A/N) I was sitting at my desk, thinking to myself 'what if my 10 year old self was in south park?' Well, now both you and I will soon learn, cause that's what I'm doing with this story. Enjoy – Goateeman.

Journal 1: December 2nd, 7:37 P.M.

In know diaries are for girls, but fuck it. When the world ends soon, a survivor needs to read the events up to that point. I'm moving to South Park, Colorado. You know, the place home to a kid so fucked up he made chili out of some other kid's parents. Home Black Friday battlefields, and home to Jesus Christ Himself. My dad's retiring from the Air Force, saying he's getting old (Apparently 35 is the new old.) He's getting a job as a commercial pilot over in South Park, its supposed to bring in a lot of money for him, Me, and my Mom. Besides the fact South Park is fucked up beyond anything, I just don't want to leave. I love North Carolina. I've lived here my entire life(although you couldn't tell at first. I mean, I don't have a southern accent, and I HATE Nascar.) I don't want to make new friends either, Goddammit. My friends here are awesome. My redneck friend Patrick would have his dad take him and me to his house in the woods and shoot shit. Honestly, rednecks have a bad reputation (but the incest is unforgivable) Maybe I'm being too pessimistic. Maybe this will be good for me. Well journal, next I write in you, I'll be in South Park, pray for me please.

Jake had just finished his journal entry when his mother walked into his empty room.

"Ready honey?" His Mother said, standing in the doorway.

"I guess so. I really don't want to leave Mom."

"I don't want to leave either sweetie, but it'll be good for us." Jake gathered his remaining things into his backpack and left the house he had lived in for so long. As both he and his parent's drove off, he kept staring at the house, until it passed over the horizon. The drive to the airport was long, and Jake had nothing to do. He tried playing eye-spy with his parents, but there was nothing much around him besides trees and highways. Once they finally arrived, they went through security. Nothing big happened this time. One time when Jake was 8 his mom was detained because she refused to give up her bottle of Pepsi. God she loved Pepsi. Once they were on the plane, Jake decided that now was a better time than ever to catch some sleep. As he slowly fell into a slumber, his parents talked about their future in the infamous little mountain town.

"Austin, are sure this is a good idea, moving to South Park.?" Jake's mother asked.

"Well we can't exactly turn back now. Look, I know how crazy South Park is, but I can't give up 55 grand a year now can I?"

"But what about Jake?"

"I...don't know. He'll just have to adapt." The two went on their phones, and eventually fell asleep. At three in the morning, the pilot woke everyone up in the plane, telling them they would be arriving in five minutes. Jake went back to sleep, and his parents cleaned their seats of trash and their things. The plane finally landed. Jake's mother carried Jake in her arms out of the plane. Jake's parents grabbed their luggage in the airport, and got into a taxi waiting for them. They drove from Denver into the mountains. An hour later they finally arrived in South Park. The cab driver pulled up to their new house and dropped them off.

"Well...here we go." Jake's dad Austin said, opening the door. All their things had already been placed down where Jake's parents asked. Good thing they shipped their things in advance. Jake's mom placed Jake in the couch and his parents explored the house. It was, average. An average sized living room, kitchen and bedrooms. At least all their decorations and furniture was there, that helped making it feel more like home. Jake's mom carried him upstairs to his room. She tucked in the already sleeping child, and closed the door.