Yes, im writing another story!!!!! I know its been a few weeks, but i just couldnt think of anythin!!!!

K, just so we're ABSOLUTELY CLEAR, this is not a twilight story. JUST BCUZ A STORYS BOUT VAMPIRES DOESNT MEAN ITS ABOUT THE CULLENS!!!!

Well, now tht thts out of the way, im not accepting oc's 4 dis. Im usin ChristyCullen101's oc cuz i needed anothr oc and im assuming i hav her permission 2 include Christy (ChristyCullen101, if u dont want Christy in dis just PM me and ill take her out).

Also, this will b bettr then And Things Just Got Weirder, i promise!!!

Time slows dowwwwwn,

whenever you're arouuuund.

I can feel my heart, It's beating in my chest!

Did you feel it?

I can't put this down...

Mary's P.O.V.

It was monday. I hate mondays (as most people do).

I was sitting in homeroom, doing my homework (I never do it at home; I'm a big procrastinater). My best friend Christy was sitting next to me, chatting away in my ear, taking sips from her coffee.

"- feeling me up under the lunch table on friday! Can you believe Kenny?! But it's all good, 'cause I slapped him for it." Christy said.

So there I was. So tired from waking up early. Doing a total half- assed job on the 2 hours worth of homework that I only had an hour to do. Tuning out of Christy's mindless chatter, the foul stench of her coffee making me wrinkle my nose.

I hate coffee. I hate school. I hate waking up early. I hate mondays.

I hate alot of things.

Ok, let me explain, my name is Mary Christmas (I hate my name, too). I moved from Britain a few years back, so I have a British accent (which I also hate; Kenny says it's sexy, butthen again, Kenny thinks sneakers are sexy). But I'm not emo or anything. I love life.

And my best friend, Christy Morejon, is practically the opposite of me. She has tanned skin, I'm pale. She's and early bird, I'm a night owl. She loves coffee, I prefer hot chocolate. Ok, you get the point.

Yeah, so we're alot different. But let me explain to you how we met.

We were taking the 8th grade standardized tests, but since South Park Middle School is so screwy, we got screwy tests, and instead of having to put your full name, the space was only big enough for our first and last initials. So we did.

The next day, I spent about 15 minutes working on my test before I realized it wasn't mine. You see, the teacher had gotten our tests mixed up, since hers said C.M. and mine said M.C.

So we had to spend some time after school making up our tests, and we just instantly clicked.

That was in eighth grade. We were now in tenth, and we were 15 years old.

Anyway, I was doodling on my science homework when Mr. Garrison walked to the front of the room.

"Look up here, you little bastards." We all looked up. "We have a new student. His name is Kyle Broflovski."

A boy walked in. He had curly red hair, sideswept in a messy skatercut. He had on a t- shirt (how? It was freezing outside!) jeans, and high- tops. His skin was very tan, and his emerald eyes looked at everyone and noone.

"He's hot." Christy whispered. She was right about that.

"Kyles has an adopted Canadian brother, his mom's a bitch, and he's jewish." Mr. Garrison said. I have no idea how Mr. Garrison got that information, but from the annoyed look on Kyle's face, Kyle didn't like him telling that.

"Ewww! Dirty jew! Dirty jew!" Cartman said, making the x sign in front of him with his index fingers.

Kyle's eyes flashed. "Shut up, fatass."

Cartman's eyes flashed. He wasn't expecting such bravery from a new kid.

"Ok Kyle. Do you want to be shown around the school?" Mr. Garrison asked impatiently.

Kyle shook his head. "Nah, I'm good."

Mr. Garrison nodded. "Great. Mary, show Kyle around the school." Mr. Garrison stated, smirking at me.

I sighed and got up, leading Kyle out of the room.

We walked out in silence.

"There's the gym." I said, pointing half- heartedly towards it.

"There's the cafeteria."

Kyle looked like he was suppressing a grin. I turned towards him, confused.

"What's so funny?" The confused look on my face made him grin even more.

"Nothing." He said. I furrowed my eyebrow, annoyed. I know I'm using this word too much, but I absolutely hate it when people do that.

But I let it slide, because he was new and I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

Mary's P.O.V. (still)

By mid-day everybdoy was talking about him.

Where did he move from?

He moved from Florida, according to some. That's why he's so tan.

No, other's disagreed, he moved from California. That's why he's so tan.

He moved from Israel, said few. That's why he's Jewish (as you can see, our town is very socially- backward).

He moved from a concentration camp, said Cartman.

Who was he?

An alien.

A zombie.

A pretty- boy.

A surfer.

A narc.

A robot.

An undercover agent.

A terrorist.

And so it goes on. I didn't spread the rumors, and after a while, I stopped listening to them. It came to a point where I wouldn't believe anything about it unless he said it himself.

Kyle's P.O.V.

I walked down the hallway, my head down. People were whispering, and I knew it was about me. Whatever. I don't really care for rumors, but I knew smart people didn't believe them anyway.

I stopped at my locker, which was right next to Mary's.

She looked at me, then turned back to her locker, looking annoyed.

I didn't care. I was too busy getting used to this school to care about what one person thought.

I gathered my books and shuffled along to my next class.

But can you feel this magic in the air?

It must have been the way you kissed me.

Fell in love when I saw you standin' there.

It must've been the way,

today was a fairytale...

So... you like? Thts rite, longer chappies!!!!!!

Plz review!!! Im scared 2 death tht no1s gonna read dis cuz there's no oc submission!!!!

I shall upd8 soon I hope, cuz i hav 2moro off cuz of parent/ teacher conferences!!!!!!

Haha!!! Suckas!!!!

Well, chow 4 now!!!! (hey tht rhymed!!! Im a poet AND a writer XP)

-CC