I was slammed against the lockers with my hands held above my head, his other hands around the left side of my waist while his body blocked my right. I would have uttered his name in shock if he hadn't pushed his lips against mine. Confused? Well let's go back and see what happened in my past to cause this glomp attack. I'm Alice, and until eight months ago I was living with my mom and dad in California. My mom and I moved to a small town in Colorado called South Park, leaving my dad behind to work. It was cheaper to live here, but my dad needed to keep his job because he had a good income. My parents still needed to save up, so we moved into my Grandmas house. She died before we moved in. I remember.
I was staring at myself in the changing room, a bulky sweater wrapped around my body to shelter me from the cold. I liked jackets, but this was an extreme compared to what was needed in California. I didn't need a jacket out there; I wouldn't freeze even at night. I purchased the most petite coat I could find and bought some scarves. I would start school in a few days and wanted to make a good impression. I wasn't one for dressing up; I usually just wore a t-shirt and skort because hate being confined by clothing, but I couldn't help wanting to look my best in front of a large group of people I wouldn't know, plus being confined was mandatory with the
weather.
I had only been to South Park a few times when I was younger. I couldn't really remember that.
"My birthday's coming soon!" I cheered at my mom. "Your birthday just passed a little over three months ago." she said stirring batter. I was anxious and trying to keep myself busy. "What if they gave me the wrong classes, what if I can't find them? What if I have too many books and can't get a locker?!" I asked out loud in an empty room. "Alice! You're fifteen years old; it's time to start growing up!" I heard my mom call from the kitchen. I mocked her by making an ugly face and mouthing her words.
Days had gone past and school started for me tomorrow... I tossed and turned until I heard my alarm go off. No! I hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. I stood groggily and walked to my dresser. I suddenly felt like a full nights rest was in order, but it was too late for that. I took a shower and put on my coat. "I'm going!" I called walking out the door. I had to walk to school until I could get signed up for the bus to take me. I arrived twenty minutes before the bell was scheduled to ring. This school was close to the elementary school and middle school. I was in high school. I found my first class and went on my way to find my second before the bell rang. I saw the numbers. RM211. The bell rang and the people around me suddenly swarmed like bees. Some girl bumped into my arm and I spun around into someone. I cringed looking up. "Sorry" I mumbled seeing a tall boy looking down at me, strands of black hair hanging out from underneath his blue and red hat. He was about to say something when a girl came and grabbed his arm. "Stan, let's walk to class!" she said shrilly. I was tempted to cup my ears in pain. As they walked away down the hall he looked back at me for a moment and I realized how awkwardly still I was standing; staring after him.
The bell rang and I ran down the hall. 'I think I have a minute before the tardy bell rings, please let that have been a warning bell!' I thought before whipping the door back and running a step into the class. "Oh, look class, this is our new student Alice" A man in a plain green sweater announced." I turned whilst pulling some messy hair from my face to see a quiet class staring at me. I head a boy mutter something from behind his hood which covered his face. I could almost understand it but I was too far away. Obviously some of the other boys had understood because they began laughing. I looked over at the small group and my eyes flickered over to a familiar face. The boy with black hair from the hallway was gazing coldly at me. As if reading my mind his eyes widened sympathetically. "Alice, you can sit next to Stan; Stan, would you raise your hand. The boy lazily put threw his hand in the air before letting it slap the desk. Maybe he was embarrassed. I trudged over and sat to his right. To my right was one of the boys who had laughed sporting a green hat and orange vest with a thick long sleeve shirt coming from underneath it Behind me, the guy who had made the muffled joke, dressing simply in a pair of orange pants and an orange hoody. I glanced to by left seeing one seat back the last of the boys who had laughed. A chubby boy wearing a red sweater and light blue hat. "Where are you from?" he asked taking his chance since I had looked at him. I pretended not to hear his whisper and put my backpack down under my seat before turning forward and resting my head on my palm tiredly.
My desk jerked forward suddenly and my head fell off my hand. I quickly turned to see the chubby guy smirking. I noticed that below my desk rested a brown boot, the orange pant leg of the guy behind me showing that it belonged to him. He wasn't the one who had moved my desk. I was just amazed at how his foot reached all the way over. I looked around and noticed that the boys here were very lanky. Especially the ones around me. They had long legs and torsos. 'Must be the mountain air' I thought. My desk was bumped again, and I pushed with my legs hitting the chubby boy's desk, making it tip slightly so he almost fell out of it. The boy behind me stifled a laugh and some incoherent mutters were heard, but fortunately no one bothered me the rest of class.
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Lunch time came around and I was outside on a frozen bench shaded by the school eating my food as quickly as I could so it wouldn't freeze. 'I shouldn't bring a cold sandwich for lunch anymore' I thought blandly while biting into my plain sandwich. I heard the crunching of snow and slowly turned to see someone looming over me, I noticed a paper bag in his arms with steam rising out of it. "What are you doing sitting outside?" I heard the boy ask as though I didn't realize it wasn't comfortable. I recognized him. It was the boy from my first period, who sat next to me. The one who wore a green hat. "I'm just getting a feel for the snow." I said, looking away, only partially lying. "It's beautiful" I finished softly. He smirked behind my back. "Come inside." He said, his tone was wrong; it sounded more like, follow me. He was walking away and I turned to look at him again. "Well, are you coming?" he asked "mhmm!" I responded
I stood quickly, hearing multiple bones in my body crack. I grimaced and walked as quickly as my frozen body would let me. With this big coat it was hard to tell how hard I was shaking. I zoned out and followed him through the halls. "Oh yeah, I'm Kyle." He said absent mindedly. I nodded, now walking beside him while quietly breathing into my hands. "Why didn't you bring gloves?" he asked looking over at me. "I don't like them." I responded. They sure would help now though. We walked into the buzzing cafeteria and over to a table with people at it. I stood nervously with him at the head of the table "I don't remember telling you to get that, how much did she cost? And for how long?" the cocky chubby guy from class asked. Him and the boy who dressed in all orange laughed. I noticed, unlike earlier, Kyle didn't, neither did Stan. I was happy to remember his name, simply because it was somebody who lived here. I frowned. "I think I'll go back outside." I said beginning to turn, but Kyle stepped to the side blocking me. "Shut up fatass, stop trying to pee her off!" Kyle ordered. "Hey! Don't call me fat you f-" there was a loud pounding on the table stopping their fight. Stan had hit the under side of the table with his knee, and made Chubby boy jump in surprise.
Kyle set the bag on the table and smiled down at me while gesturing to the seat. I somewhat reluctantly sat down and he sat across from me next to Stan. I politely, but awkwardly let a small smile grip my lips for everyone at the table. Kyle reached forward and dug around in the bag before pulling out a thick cup with a picture of a coffee mug on the front. He handed it to me. Surprised, my shaking hands reached out for it. "Ha-ha, you're shaking!" Kyle commented. "What is this?" I asked. "Soup." He said simply.
"Thank you." I murmured taking a sip and enjoying the warmth which thawed my freezing fingers. I sipped with both hands on the cup while some of my hair covered my face messily. "She looks like a little kid drinking like that." I heard the boy next to me say. I was surprised, yet relieved that I could finally understand him since I was close enough. "That's Kenny, don't mind what he says, oh, and that's Cartman, just ignore him." Kyle said looking into the bag and pulling out more cups. "Hey!" Cartman shouted before having a cup shoved into his hands. "We always get extras because Cartman will try to steal our food, lucky for you." Kyle noted with a smile. I couldn't tell if he was joking, or smiling because it was true, but once he said it he was arguing with Cartman once again. Was this normal for them? "So." Stan finally spoke and my eyes opened wide with surprise since I assumed he didn't talk much. "Where are you from?" he asked. I sighed.