Hi . . . ach, I'm a nervous lil' lass. One day, I thought about what if a girl that was similar to Kenny showed up in South Park, & had let my brain wonder 'til the bus came to take me to school. First period anatomy: I was done with all my work & waiting for the bell to ring. I did not notice my hand reaching for my composition notebook. I did not realize I was taking out my pencil. I did not realize that I was grasping for a girl's name. & I totally did not realize I was writing my first South Park fanfic 'til I was almost at the bottom of the page. 0_o So yeah, I started to ghost write this thing. I do not own South Park (be thankful) & any resemblance that Betty Daniels holds to anybody (livin' or dead) is a freak accident, & I apologize. Please enjoy And Then I Met You!
Hi! My name is Betty Daniles, and I am a new student at the South Park Elementary. I just moved in over the weekend. There's one particular reason I've wanted to come here. That reason has a name: Mysterion. I wish to join forces with him. But I'll have to tackle that goal later. At the moment, I have to survive my first day here.
I stared up at the school and swallowed hard. So many stories on the news came from this place. I took a deep breath, pulled my khaki parka hood tighter, and walked inside. The first thing I noticed was all the lockers. Why did an elementary school need lockers? Oh well. I shrugged it off and looked around for someone to help me. There was someone around my age by one of the lockers. He was wearing a big, floppy green ushanka and an orange coat. He seemed pretty reliable, so I approached him. "Excuse me, but where can I find the fourth grade classrooms?" He turned around and gave me a confused look. "What?" Sometimes I hate this stupid parka. It muffles my speech too much. I tried to speak clearer.
"I'm a new student here. Where can I find the fourth grade classes?" I repeated. He seemed to understand me that time. "Oh, you're new?" I nodded anxiously. "Pfft. Good luck." he scoffed. "This school sucks! I'm Kyle Broflovski." I shook his hand. "Betty Daniels. Nice to meet you." Kyle smiled at me and took his hand back.
"Who's your teacher?" he asked.
"Mr. Garrison, I think."
"Ugh. Same here. I'll show you where it is. Follow me!"
I did as I was told and tailed after him through the foreign halls. As Kyle gave me a miniature tour of the school, I tried my best to ignore all the eyes drilling into the back of my head; pretended that I couldn't hear all the whispers that began to swarm us. I fiddled with the strings of my parka, so that my hands had something to do. "Hey Kyle!" a voice called. Kyle and I turned to the source of the shout. Another boy about our age came running toward us. He had on a blue hat with a red poof ball on top and a brown coat. Kyle's eyes lit up at the sight of the new stranger. "Hi Stan!" he chirped. That's quite the mood swing, Kyle. I smiled a little beneath my hood.
"Dude, who's that?" Stan asked, gesturing toward me. It took Kyle a second to remember I was even there. "Oh right! This is Betty. Betty, meet Stan Marsh." I shook his hand and muffled out, "Pleasure." He laughed. "You're not gonna make it out here if you act that nice." He smirked. I don't know why, but that severely pissed me off! But I kept my composure and smile at him in secret. "I think I'll manage." I replied coolly. It felt like we were having a stare down for a while. But Stan suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eye. Something, apparently, that he didn't like. He squeezed the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes. "Aw, jeez." he groaned.
What the heck did he see? When I looked over in the direction Stan did, I immediately wished that I didn't. What I saw a huge red, blue, and yellow blob thudding towards us. My eyes grew wide with shock. I didn't even know people could get that big! "'Sup, guys?" So the thing can speak. All I could do was gape, and the only thing I could say was a meek, "Uhhhh . . ." The big blob of flesh looked me up and down. "What the heck is this, you guys?" I'm the what here? HOW? "Cartman, this is Betty." Stan answered. I stared at Cartman, and he stared back. Then he began to snicker. "R-Right. Betty." he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He moved in a little too close for comfort. "It's nice to meet you, Betty. I've never seen you around our school before, Betty. Are you a new student her, Betty? Is that even your real name, BETTY?"
I jumped back at the sudden accusation (and for the sake of my bubble space). "What the heck?" I shrieked through my fabric muzzle. "Dude, what are you saying?" Kyle asked. Cartman merely scoffed. "C'mon, you guys. You can't fool me that easily. A new girl? In South Park? Wearing a parka? And the only person in our group missing is—" The door behind us slammed open, cutting the overly pudgy boy. A middle-aged man wearing a green jacket stormed out. "What're you kids doing out here!" he yelled, pointing an angry finger at us. "Sorry, Mr. Garrison." the others muttered in unison. Oh, crud. This is Mr. Garrison? The balding man jabbed his finger at the open door way. "Now get inside the classroom, ya little fags!" he snapped. I was dumbfounded. How could a teacher call his students such a thing? Kyle, Stan, Cartman, and Mr. Garrison filed into the classroom. I reluctantly followed suit.
Once we were all in, I tapped Mr. Garrison on his arm. He turned around and glared at me. "What do you want?" he barked. I reached for my pocket and pulled out a letter the principal told me to give him. Mr. Garrison snatched it out of my hand and read it. When he finished, he crumpled it up and carelessly tossed it in the trash can. "Okay class, we have a new student today. Tell the class what your name is, new kid." The sea of eyes made me nervous. I looked down at my shuffling feet in a vain attempt to hide the flush that appeared across my face. I twiddled my fingers behind my back anxiously.
"Um . . . m-my name is Betty Daniels." I muttered. "Speak up, new kid. We can't hear a single thing you're saying." Mr. Garrison sighed. I heard a couple of snickers in font of me, and I felt my face grow even hotter. "M-My name is Betty Daniels." I made sure to speak louder. I could hear the muffle in my voice, and it just about killed me!
"Hi, Betty." The class groaned. "Okay, new kid. Go sit down next to Kenny. No one's interested anymore." Mr. Garrison said. "U-Um, wh-who is Kenny, sir?" I asked. Mr. Garrison let out an exasperated sigh. "The one in the orange parka, ya freakin' retard!" What a horrible teacher! I could feel the tears begin to sting my eyes. How was I supposed to know that! I turned to find my seat, and that's when I saw him: Kenny. We held eye contact for a few brief seconds. They could have easily been hours. But I feared the harsh tongue of my new teacher, so I quickly sat next to him. Oh, if only we weren't in class! I could only see his eyes, but that was enough. They were so clear. So blue! Like the ocean on a calm, summer day. I don't even remember what Mr. Garrison was rambling on about; I was too focused on not staring at him. Too lost in my thoughts. Occasionally, I would try and sneak a peak at him. And I caught him looking at me too every time. But then he'd turn his head and pretend to be taking notes or something. Was he thinking about me too? I blushed at the thought. No way. Not a chance. I mean I shouldn't even be acting like this. We haven't even met yet.
"And that, class, is why wrestling is for queers." Wait, what? No sooner had the words left Mr. Garrison's mouth, the bell rang loud and clear. "Okay class. Go outside for recess." I quickly followed the stream of kids so I could get out of that classroom. Once I was on the playground, I took a deep breath of fresh air. What a relief!
I used this opportunity to get a good look at my surroundings. Stan, Kyle, and Cartman were playing kick ball with some other kids. There were a group of girls huddled together, babbling and giggling like a bunch of idiots. Anywhere you looked, everyone was doing something with each other. Except me. No one was asking me if I wanted to join them. No one even gave a second glance at me. I was just standing there watching all of the fun going on. And suddenly, I felt very alone. My mission was important to me, sure. But the scene before me made me very homesick. Of course, I do know why. It's not like I left any friends behind. Still . . . I hugged myself for warmth/comfort and tried not to cry.
"Hey." I jumped at the sudden voice. Someone was behind me. When I turned around to see who, I found myself staring at the ocean again. "'Sup?" he said. "The name's Kenny. Kenny McCormick." He shook my hand. Such a strong grip! "Erm, B-Betty Daniels." I stammered stupidly. "I know. You already said that, remember?" he laughed. I blushed. He had such a whimsical laugh. "O-Oh yeah. My bad." We stood in awkward silence. I couldn't think of anything to say! I was drawing a complete blank! "I like your parka." Kenny said. "Thank you! I like yours a lot better, though." I told him.
Kenny winked. "But I like yours 'cause it almost makes you look naked." That made me bust out laughing. "That's exactly what I thought when my aunt got this!" I giggled. "Of course, if I told her that, I'd be wearing something completely different!" Before I knew it, we found ourselves lost in conversation. Kenny told me all the do's and don'ts of South Park, Colorado. He told me about all the people I needed to know and who to stay away from. In a nut shell, he told me everything I needed to know about surviving out here. "So what brings you to this piss ant little town any way?" Kenny asked. "I mean, there's obviously nothing out here." I stared at the snow in front of me.
"Well . . . I've wanted to come here for a while. But, in all honesty, my means of being here today could've been a lot better." I told him. Kenny just kept staring at me. "What happened?" he asked. I squeezed my arm tighter. Was this really something I should be telling someone I just met? Probably not. I looked over at him and faked the best smile I could. "I'll save that story for some other time, 'kay?" Kenny gave me a skeptical look. As if he didn't believe me. What in the world is he thinking? "I promise." I tried to convince him, although, I'm not really sure if I ever really will. "S-Sure. Okay." he said. The bell rang to end recess and we went inside.
After a couple of hours of listening to stuff that would never benefit me in life, the same bell went off to let us go to lunch. As I got out if my desk, Kenny took my hand and led me out of the room. "Follow me! I'll show you where we eat!" he said. I felt myself flush beneath my hood. "O-Okay!" I muffled out.
When we got to lunch, I persuaded Kenny to tell me more about South Park. Apparently, only the most whacked out things in the world happened here! He told me stories from aliens sticking a satellite up Cartman's butt all the way to the world renowned Jersey Shores War. I noticed that with some of the stories that it felt like he was being careful to leave some things out. What that was, it wasn't my business to know. But I would be lying if I said it didn't irk me a little bit. But the stories were funny anyway, and I loved having the excuse to look into his eyes when he laughed. "Hey, want me to throw your tray away?" he asked. As much as I tried to decline the offer, he wouldn't have it. After successfully taking my tray away from me, he told me he'd be right back and walked away.
As I watched him leave, a dreamy sigh escaped my lips. He's so sweet! "Don't let him fool you, girl." Huh? Who was that? I looked around and found myself surrounded by all the fourth grade girls. One girl with black hair and purple clothes made herself comfortable next to me. I think her name was Wendy or something. "Kenny's a sex driven little punk. He'll do anything to get inside your pants!" she spat. All the other girls made agreeing movements and noises for emphasis. Mean while, another chick with curly blonde hair and a red shirt, sat on the other side of me. Her name might've been BeBe but I wasn't sure. "It's true!" she echoed. "You can ask all the guys. His closet is filled with Playboy magazines!" It took everything I had to keep from laughing. You see the thing is, he already told me about that. Said they were his pride and joy. "Really?" I asked innocently. Wendy nodded. "We thought we should warn you about him. He really is a player, and he seems to be interested in you for some reason." She rolled her eyes as she said this, as if she couldn't possibly imagine why. Boy, did that send my self-confidence soaring, I'll tell you what.
"We noticed you hanging out with him and we just got jea- concerned!" What was BeBe gonna say? Ah, well. I mentally shrugged it off and flashed a secret smile. "Thanks, girls. I'll keep your warm-hearted advice in mind." The front of my mind that is. "Any time!" Wendy sang, making her voice sickeningly sweet. "Come on girls!"
Kenny came back the second they scattered. "What was that about?" he asked. I shrug and shook my head. "Who cares?" I laughed. We finished up our lunch break and went back to class. I couldn't help but notice all the girls giggling and looking at me. I had a bad feeling about this. But I'd cross that bridge later. When school let out, I bid my new found friends farewell. I tried to forget those chicks. Tonight, I had more pressing matters to deal with. Tonight, I will commence Operation: Mysterion.
Oh poop. 0_0 I did not realize it'd be this big. All the other chapters are like this, and I'm on ch.13! I am so sorry about this! TT-TT I hopes you'll forgive me and tolerate the mindless mistakes of this simple noob. The next chapter will be Kenny's point of view. It's like this: Betty POV= day time. Kenny's POV= night time. So there's no confusion. Feel free to review! Again, I apologize for the length.