Zoey looked out the car window and sighed heavily, resting her head on the palm of her hand. Rachel, Zoey's mom, looked at her daughter from the corner ofher eye.

"Honey, I know you don't want to move but we have no other choice," Rachel began to explain for the millionth time that day. Zoey was sitting in a dull, worn out car next to her overly annoying mother and on her way to a place she hasn't been in years, to live with a family she hasn't seen since she was 9 years old, Hell, she had not been in the country in a year. South Park was probably still going to be as cold as it was back then. Zoey hated the cold. "You'll still be able to see your brother once a month sweetie. You can call him whenever you like." she continued, trying to convince the fifteen year old that leaving her friends behind wasn't that big of a deal. Of course she was failing.

"Whatever, mom." Zoey scoffed, continuing to stare out the window. To make sure she could not hear another one of Rachel's poor attempt at reassurance she put a set of earphones on and turned her iPod's volume up as far as it could go.

"You guys have to go." Stan told the three boys sitting in the living room playing vdeo games.

"Wayh?" Cartman demanded in his usual whiny voice. Personality wise, not much had changed about the Neo-Nazi. Physically, he was noticeably thinner. Of course he was still the fattest guy in South Park so people still made-fun of him for that.

"I told you already fatass! My cousin is moving in today." he snapped. No way did he want his friends around while she was there, Cartman would find something to bitch at her about, Kenny would probably try to make a pass at her and Kyle ... well there was nothing wrong with Kyle around.

"Is she hot?" Kenny asked. The blonde pervert had stopped covering his face with the hood of his parka in the 6th grade. His speech was now understandable and he could get into any girls pants, or so he said anyway.

Stan rolled his eyes and pointed to the door. "Out."

Cartman grumbled something under his breath and Kenny grinned as they walked out the Marsh's front door. "Later dude." Kyle raised one hand and gave a half-wave. He had gotten rid of his Jewfro, his straight hair was now being revealed by his green ushanka, it was in a somewhat emo style but not completely covering his brown eyes.

Out of the four boys, Stan still looked the same as he did in 4th grade, only he was taller and his black hair peeked out from under his poofball hat, like it did when he had turned goth that one time Wendy broke up with him.

The car pulled up in front of Randy and Sharon Marsh's home, both of which were standing outside with smiles on there faces, Stan and Shelly were beside them. Rachel grinned and leapt out of the car to hug her brother and sister-in-law. Zoey sighed and got out of the car herself. She took five steps down the driveway before slipping on the ice and falling flat on her butt. A very un-lady like grunt left her lips. "Fuck!"

Stan and Shelly laughed, Randy covered his mouth with his hand to hold in his own laugh. Sharon glared at her kids and Rachel grinned. Stan was in front of her then, holding out a hand which she ignored. Zoey was to stubborn to except help from anybody, even for the most trivial of things. When she tried to stand up she fell back down, this added to everyone's laughter.

"It's not that funny!" she whined, blushing a bright red. Stan's laughter finally died down and he put his hand out again, this time she took it and allowed herself to be pulled up.

"It was funny." he stated with a grin.

"The spare bedroom is very small so Zoey will have to bunk with Shelly." Randy told her and Rachel. zoey's eyes widened slightly, last time she had come to South Park Shelly beat her up and called her a stupid turd, She also did it to Stan.

Randy walked over to the old car and pulled out two of the large suitcases from the back and carried them into the house. Shelly followed her Dad and Zoey followed Shelly.

Shelly's bedroom was rather big, the walls were covered with Britney spears and Friends posters and an extra bed had been added in the room. Randy dropped the two suitcases on the small of the two beds and smiled at me.

"Stan will show you around tomorow. We want you to feel at home here, want some beer?" He asked with a serious expression. Zoey blinked repeatedly up at her uncle, trying to figure out whether he was joking or not. He didn't seem to be.

"No ..." she told him. God, this town was as strange as it was 6 years ago.