Hey people this is my first Story :) so please no nasty reviews just yet :P
I do not own South Park, or the lyrics to the song at the end. Otherwise I'd be rich :)
So here I am grabbing some spare clothes for the trip to my new house in a new town. I look around my room, empty of everything except my clothes drawer. Which my dad has so kindly offered to move. Don't get me wrong I'm not weak I just can't be bothered to move it into the moving van.
Why am I moving you might ask? Well when I first moved here to LA I never really spoke to anyone, Dam my shy nature! Anyway when I finally did try to speak to someone they told me to fuck off and go cut myself. Yeah, don't speak to anyone and you MUST cut yourself. Well after that some guy came up to me with a bunch of his friends and beat the shit out of me. I know right beat up the new guy before you get to know him, makes sense don't it? Well eventually after they managed to break all my bones they decided they I try and stab me. Now don't get me wrong I tried to fight back EVERY time they attacked me... But by this time I had become very withdrawn, I stopped speaking to my family, and stopped eating a lot... So I had no chance of stopping it.
I look in my mirror and stare at the scar on my side where the blade pierced my ribcage and left lung.
"Bastards." I whisper to myself. I pull on my red shirt and pair of jeans then slip on my white jacket. I look around my room one more time before I pick up the clothes that I emptied out my drawers and head downstairs.
I walk out the front door and walk over to the car where I promptly threw my clothes in the boot. I look in the driver's seat to see my dad with the "What's taken you so long?" look.
"Yeah I know I'm getting in." I jump in the passenger seat and look to the back seat to see my little brother. I swear if looks could kill I would be dead. "Still pissed off then?"
"Aye. Of course I am you wee bastard!" Our family's Scottish accent showing through. It's not like a Glaswegian "Oi come 'ere you wee wallapa!" No, it's more subtle. With me it's smoother and honestly, if people actually spoke to me they might find it attractive, and anyway I don't use the thick Scottish accent unless I'm having a laugh or really annoyed. And right now it's the latter.
"Aw calm doon TJ min it's nay my fault I got stabbed is it!" TJ is the nickname I gave my brother. After all, his name is Theo Jonathan Stewart. Makes sense to call him TJ don't it?
"Oi you two cut it out!" My dad always wants us to stop arguing, mostly because our family already broke up and he doesn't want my brother and I to hate each other.
I can't blame TJ though. I mean he has to leave all his friends and his girlfriend behind because of me. Hey if I was him I'd be pissed off to.
"Ok Lee sorry" I call my dad by his first name to piss him off.
"Stop calling me Lee! I'm your dad for Christ's sake." My dad now starts up the car and we drive away from the house to the new town.
"Hey dad. Where we going to live now then?" I never did catch the name of the place.
"It's a quaint little mountain town in Colorado called South Park."
"South Park eh?" I put in on iPod and put on the song "Written in the Stars" and think about where I'm going to.
I, Connor Stewart, the reject of my school in LA, am going to move to South Park. Maybe I'll actually make a few friends there.
"Oh written in the stars
A million Miles away
A message to the mains
Season come and go
But I will never change
And on my way!"
OK I hope you all liked that :) I tried my best and would love some constructive criticism. No Flaming please :)
I will be accepting some OCs for the story, and it won't be a first come - first serve thing, I'll pick who I think will best suit the story. So please get the OCs in :)
And the Lyrics at the end of the song were "written in the Stars" by Tinie Tempah. If you've not heard it you should it's really good. Thanks for taking the time to read my story and I hope you enjoyed it.
