South Park High School – Senior Year

"GUYYYYYYSSSSSSS. THERE'S A NEW GIRLLLLL." Cartman yelled through the halls. He ran until he reached Kenny's locker where him, Kyle, Stan, Bebe and Wendy stood.

"This is the first one since Nichole." Wendy said.

"I hope she's nice. There needs to be more girls in school anyway." Bebe added.

"You're just saying that because you need another slave, oh mighty queen bitch." Cartman quipped.

"Don't call my girlfriend a bitch, fatass." Kyle yelled.

"Don't call me fatass Jew!" He retorted.

"So what do you know about the new girl? Is she hot?" Kenny asked.

"She's hot. Shoulder length chocolate colored hair, green eyes, high cheekbones, long lashes, perky tits – not too big but, I would say maybe a D-, firm and nice ass, skinny too." He answered, moving his hands to emphasize her breasts and butt.

"Cartman stop being sexist." Wendy said calmly.

"SHES COMING. THE NEW GIRLS HEADED THIS WAY." Butters called from the hall. Everyone's eyes were staring in his direction, waiting for the mystery girl to walk through. After a minute of complete silence and staring, she appeared, followed by an echo of whispers. Cartman was right about everything. She was dressed in a white crop top, high waisted black jeans, black pumps, and a long purse over the shoulder filled with school supplies.

"Lucille?" Stan asked, breaking the silence. Her eyes meet him. She smiled.

"Why if it isn't little Stanly Marsh." She joked.

"I'm older than you." He huffed.

"You can have age, I have the looks in the family." She joked.

"YOU GUYS ARE RELATED?!" Cartman asked. She turned around and looked him over from head to toe.

"Yes, and you're fat. Can we stop stating the obvious now?" Every one but Cartman laughed.

"I'm big boned." He whined. She smiled and placed a hand on his arm.

"You must be mentally challenged too if you think bones can be more than one size." Kenny doubled over from laughter and was practically crying.

"She has great tits and is funny. She's perfect." Kenny mumbled.

"Thank you. I'm Lucy by the way, and you are?" She asked.

"Kenny." He responded practically drooling.

"What are you doing in South Park? I thought you went to school in Paris?" Stan asked.

"I did but I got kicked out."

"How?"

"Two reasons: it was a Catholic or Christian school, I don't know the difference, I was just there for the ballet program. But I constantly fought with the nuns and priests. The other reason was I kind of developed a coke addiction and blew a guy during confessions." She said, scratching the back of her neck.

"A coke addiction?"

"Yeah. Professional ballet is hard. You get addicted to smoking cigarettes to stay skinny, then it's the whole party drug aspect of Paris. Ecstasy led to molly which led to cocaine."

"What the fuck Lucy? Do Aunt Alexandria and Uncle Max know?" Stan asked.

"Yeah. That's why they sent me to South Park, cuz they're too busy to watch me so they figured your parents would. Even though I have my own house.. It doesn't make sense."

"You stopped though right?"

"I mean.. I went to rehab, but out of all the drugs that are out there, coke's not really that bad. Molly's ten times worse."

"It's still a drug Lucy. Are you still doing ballet out here?"

"Yeah. The state ballet company in Denver. Every other day after school until 8pm."

"You got into that? I've done ballet my whole life and I got rejected." Bebe was baffled.

"I was on part of Opera national de Paris. This is nothing compared to that." Bebe just stared at her with her mouth open.

"If you knew her parents, you would understand." Stan said.

"Guys we gotta get to class, the bells gonna ring." Wendy said.

"Come on Luc, we'll show you the way. The class is so small it's all in one class and the teachers switch. All seniors have the same class." Stan explained, following behind everyone to chat with his cousin.

"Lame."

"You'll get used to it."

"She's gotta be into some real kinky shit, haven't you seen the movies about catholic school? Hot nuns hit you with rulers." Cartman stated. Kenny nodded in agreement.

"So he's fat, mentally challenged and has a porn addiction... you have some great friends Stan." The seven of them walked into class. All but Lucy took their seats, while she went to introduce herself to the teacher and get the syllabus.

"Alright class, as you all probably figured out by now, we have a new student joining us. Please say hello to Lucille Peters." Ms. Émile said.

"Hi Lucille." The class said in unison.

"Please call me Lucy, Lucille is someone old and wrinkly that lives in a nursing home." She said.

"Please introduce yourself to the class."

"As she said, my names Lucy Peters. I was born here and most of my family lives here. Stan's my cousin, our moms are sisters. When I was three, my dad got a job in Santorini, Greece and he took it. His job is to preserve and recreate ancient buildings to show the history of the beautiful country. I went to school in Paris all my life and am a classically trained ballerina. I was part of the Opera national de Paris for four years and was the youngest member. But I got kicked out of my last school and was too much of a trouble maker so I was sent back to Colorado."

"So you're fluent in French then?"

"Oui, c'était la troisième langue sur laquelle je suis devenu fluide."

"Good, then you can help the rest of the class learn."

"No time. Still doing ballet."

"Alright, class needs to get started. You can take the seat between Kenny and Kyle."

"Merci beaucoup." She took her seat, no matter what she did all eyes were on her.