Yeah, it's me, NaidaLove! I'm fucking alive! Not that anyone cared or anything. Anyways, I'm starting a new South Park story. I don't feel like finishing my SP OC story, or my KH story, so I'm writing a new story altogether. It's with the Goth Kids c: Anyways, I started writing this story in a journal some weeks ago, and decided "You know what, I should publish this!" and badda bing badda boom, here it is! Enjoy! R&R and what not!
"Son of a bitch." I muttered. I sat up as slowly as I could, and held my head in my hands. I had the worst hangover in the history of ever. My head pounded like an 808 drum with even the slightest movement.
My mom had came in and woke me up in a very Effie Trinket-esque manner, claiming it was going to be a "big, big day!". I didn't see how it would was going to be different from any other day of my junior year, but whatever. I groaned, cursing my mother and Effie for being all happy and upbeat. I'm not much of a morning person, add a hangover to that and I'm like a walking corpse.
I rolled off my bed, and onto my feet. I was already swaying dangerously just from that, fuck. I took a hesitant step forward, instantly regretting it. The world starting spinning, blurring into random colors. I clutched my head and squeezed my eyes shut. I shuffled to where my wall was, and felt my way out of my room and into the hall. I ended up in the bathroom, where I turned on the lights. I peeked through my lids, only to groan in pain as the lights were too bright. I turned the lights back off, and realized that I could see with them off. I turned the cold knob of my sink on, and splashed my face with water. I sighed in relief, the icy water dulling the pain in my head.
I looked in the mirror, making out my face, which looked like shit. I traced my features with my black polished fingers; my makeup was still on, but was smudged onto my cheeks. I sighed, realizing I must have been extremely drunk, and didn't even clean myself. My pale skin, pale for a person who's naturally tan at least, looked tired. It was covered in a few acne scars too. Frowning, I hopped in the shower, letting the hot water scorch my skin, letting it soak my head, the steam feeling therapeutic. I got out, dried off, and started my morning routine. I felt a bit better, the pain only ebbed slightly.
I shuffled back to my room, being able to walk without dying, and dressed in a simple outfit: A loose burgundy tank top, black leather pants, jacket and boots. I did my makeup, putting on foundation and powder, and then rimming my eyes in thick coal liner that looked cat like.
I grabbed my bag that was covered in buttons a patches, and trudged downstairs. I grabbed a piece of toast and a cup of tea. Scarffing the toast down, and gulping the tea in one go, I made my way the house. Before I even made it out, my mother had attacked me with "I love you"'s and kisses. I love my mom, don't get me wrong, it's just that given the state I was in, her perkiness didn't sit well with me.
I pulled my collar up higher around my neck, trying to make it cover my face. Jesus it was freezing. It was colder than usual in this hick town of South Park. I muttered obscenities to myself as I made my way down the snow rimmed side walk to my bus stop. I was the first one there as usual. I dug out my phone and headphones from my bag, turning my phone's music player on and letting the shuffled songs blare through the headphones.
Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman came to the bus stop a song or two later. Stan, Kenny and Kyle all greeted me, while Cartman flat out ignored my existence. He's a dick who can't help but fuck with people, but he knows what happens when he messes with me, especially in the mornings. I taught him a really good lesson back in freshman year.
Kenny ended up talking to me, much to my displeasure. I just wanted to be left alone to wallow in my pain, but Kenny managed to coax some words out of me. The bus came, and we all practically leaped on it, trying to get out of the bitter cold. I sat down in Stan and I's usual seat. He used to sit with Kyle, but then he and Kenny started dating, so he sat with me to avoid awkwardness.
I leaned my head against the glass of the window and shut my eyes. 'Please don't like Stan complain about Wendy.' I prayed. Wendy was bitchy, and constantly did things to Stan, and who did he complain to?
Me.
I didn't mind usually, I usually didn't care about his girl problems, but I was in too much pain to even think about anything.
I felt the seat sink in next to me as he sat down, and I peered at him. I saw him smirking at me. I glared. He was the reason I had a hangover in the first place. He took me to some basement show in North Park, where I chugged warm beer that tasted like ass crack, and took hits of god-knows-what. It was an alright time, but the result was horrible. Being the designated driver, he didn't drink or get high, so he wasn't bleeding from the ears like I was. I wanted to punch him in the face for making me go party on a Thursday.
A THURSDAY OF ALL DAYS.
I could've said no, but free beer and drugs, I couldn't pass it up.
We rolled into the parking lot of the prison known as Park County High, and we all shuffled of the bus, hurrying to get into the building. I headed to my locker, where 4 figures clad in all black were located.
"Why didn't you answer your phone?" was Henrietta's greeting to me.
"Good morning to you too, dear." I muttered.
Evan and Dylan smirked at me. They could tell by how I was huddled up and how squinted my eyes were that I was hungover. I could just feel all the irritating things they were going to do to me.
Henrietta looked at me, waiting for an answer. I sighed, and pulled out my phone. 5 missed calls. Wow, Henrietta is impatient.
"I fell asleep on the bus." Was my excuse.
She nodded, then leaned on one the lockers next to mine, joining Evan and Dylan. Georgie had been fumbling with my lock drowsily, trying hopelessly to open it. I swatted his hands away and opened my locker, stashing my stuff and his in it.
"Benny's?" I asked routinely, already knowing the answer.
We always did this, go to school then drive to Benny's. I had asked what the point was in even going straight to school, but Evan had said that his step mom would follow them to school some days to make sure they actually went before she drove off to work.
We walked out into the student parking lot, not caring if any staff saw us, and got into Henriettea's station wagon. Henriettea got into the driver's seat, with Evan in the passenger seat next to her. I slide into the back, with Georgie next to me, and Dylan sliding in last. Before he even closed the door, she peeled off, in which we glared at her for. Georgie leaned on me,falling asleep immediately. Poor kid was an insomniac, couldn't sleep at night. I leaned into him too, my head making me want to shut my eyes. Eventually my eyes closed, no longer wanting to be seeing the bright sunlight reflecting off the snow outside the window.
Like it so far? I haven't named my OC yet, lolol. She does resemble me in a way, but she's pretty different personality wise. Anyways, reviews are much appreciated! Next chapter will be up tomorrow around the same time!