The Goth kids of South Park, Colorado were doing the same thing that they did everyday: Smoke, listen to Goth music, and talk about how horrible life was. Dylan, the one with the red and black hair, walk talking about what happened between him and his father the night before, when out of the blue a group of strange kids walked past them looking as weird as they did; kind of. There were three people in total: two guys and one girl. They were wearing old skool punk gear: leather jackets with pins and random zippers everywhere, plaid pants that were stitched up and hand some holes in them, also they had raggedy combat boots that were barely laced together. The shirts they wore were either black or white with band logos on them. The groups hair consisted of many different colors: A black and green Mohawk for the taller boy, the shorter boy had radioactive spiked up hair and the girl had dark blue pigtails that hung loosely over her shoulders. The girl wore a red plaid skirt with the same leather looking jacket and black tights.
The tallest of the three was talking about how ridiculous the rapture was and knocked down a trash can in anger. The Goth kids looked at each other in confusion, "Who the hell were they?" Henrietta asked her fellow Goths. They all shrugged their shoulders meaning that they had no answer, "never seen them before…" Georgie replied simply. They continued their usual routine and just made the new kids as a weird phenomenon. After about ten minutes or so they saw Eric Cartman punched by the tallest punk, Eric looked very frightened by the older boy. The Goth kids got a front seat view of the scene.
The taller boy grabbed Cartman's collar as his glare intensified, "you think I didn't hear what you said about my brother Max or about my family?" His face was pure red with rage. Evan, the curly Goth looked towards the other punks and saw that the other boy was just as mad while the girl seemed uneasy. Then something clicked in his mind, like he had seen the girl before; she almost looked like someone from his past. That couldn't be possible tough; Izzy wasn't the type to hang out with people, or become a punk stereotype.
Cartman looked terrified as the tall punk was about to punch the fat boy again. Before he could a teacher rushed by and grabbed the older boy by the ear, "so, you guys are the new students?" The female teacher looked back and forth between the students with a snarl on her face. "Great…More degenerates in my school…" She said before dragging him off to the principal's office. Max and the girl walked to the outside benches near the soccer field still in the Goths view, and if they talked loud enough they could've heard each other perfectly.
"This is bullshit! Now they're gonna call Diana and Alex will probably be suspended because of that fatass!" The boy presumed as max said to his fellow punk. The girl looked off to the side in and and sadness, "he said he would be different at this school…he promised…" The Goths looked on in interest of the new kids who had made their introduction to the school very loud. Max caught the groups gaze and walked over to them still very angry. "What the fuck you mooks lookin' at!" Dylan tilted his head in confusion and glared at him, "what the hell is a mook?" He asked the boy as the girl came from behind and grabbed his arm. "C'mon Max, let's just go back to the bench…" Max looked at her gritted his teeth, "fine Izzy…" With that the boy went back to their newly claimed spot as the he brought out spray paint and sprayed an anarchy sign on the bench.
"I'm sorry for my brother's behavior…" She looked them over and when her eyes fell upon Evan her face turned red and walked back to Max quickly pushing him over for the graffiti. "I still don't know what a mook is…" Dylan said talking another cigarette out of the box and lighting it. Evan's expression turned from indifference to shock as he dropped his cigarette, stood up, and walked away leaving the others behind.