~ Craig's p.o.v. ~
"Welcome to study hall," said Mrs. Wells, the study hall teacher, "let's go around the room and introduce ourselves."
"How?" asked Clyde.
"Well," she obviously expected us to figure that out our selves, "stand up here and tell us your name, grade, and something about yourselves." I looked around the room, it was really small, it only had four eighth graders and six seventh graders, I was a seventh grader.
"Um, I'm Clyde Donovan, I'm a seventh grader, and I like Terrance and Philip." All the guy's (and a few girls) nodded in agreement.
"Uh… I'm Cynthia Melina, I'm a seventh grader, and I… I don't know," said a sort of pretty girl with long black hair, big brown eyes, crooked teeth and tomboyish clothes. She moved to South Park in sixth grade but we never actually talked.
"Hi, I'm Racine Bombard, I'm in eighth grade, and I'm fourteen," said a really short girl with sort of short brown hair that had a blond streak, glasses, brown eyes, and very plain clothes, she would be really pretty if she didn't seem so self aware.
"I'm Kenny McCormick, I'm a seventh grader, and I like titties," said the familiar muffled voice as he made his way from the back of the class to the front. The girls all looked grossed out accept for the girl in front of me who was laughing.
"I'm Josh Pham, I'm in eighth grade, and I'm Asian," some short Asian dude said even though that wasn't very hard to tell.
"I'm Jane Anderson, I'm in eighth grade, and I used to do jujitsu," said a tall, hardly pretty, ginger girl wearing all pink.
"Me too," said the girl in front of me, her voice was almost as monotone as mine. The funny thing is I actually wanted to know more about her because I didn't know her, most girls I could care less about. I figured she must have been interesting all I knew about her was she had wavy blond hair, she knew martial arts, she had a sick sense of humor, and judging by the fact that she hat a hat but no jacket she didn't like jackets. I was tempted to introduce myself but I wanted to be last.
"I'm Eric Cartman, I'm in seventh grade, and I think Terrance and Phillip are cool," said king fatass.
"No fare, he stole mine."
"Fuck you, Clyde."
"Can we just wrap this up? This class is only one period long," said Mrs. Wells.
A really short red headed guy with a blue jacket and orange pants walked to the front of the class, "My name's Nick Darrin, I'm in the eighth grade, and I-"
"Oh my god!" Cartman yelled.
"I ha-"
"Am I the only one who sees the leprechaun?"
"Dude, that's not cool," said Clyde.
"Please, let's wrap this up," Mrs. Wells yelled. Nick walked back to his desk without finishing.
The blond girl stood up and walked to the front of the class awkwardly. Once I could actually see her I didn't know how to react, she was really pretty, her eyes were really big and green, in the light her hair looked like it had real gold in it and every now and then you'd find a bit of some other random color in her hair, and she looked sad. She muttered something under her breath no one could understand.
"Could you please repeat that?" asked Mrs. Wells.
"My name is Bernadette Danielle Hughes, I'm a seventh grader, and I'm the youngest of seven," she said very clearly.
"Is you're mom a whore like you?" Cartman yelled. Even though she had a really short skirt and knee length Dr. Martens I didn't think she looked like a whore and besides his mom's a total slut so he shouldn't be talking.
"How'd you like my size five doc so far you'll puke shoe laces?" she asked threateningly.
Cynthia was the first to talk, "Dang, you have little feet."
"I'm done," she said as she walked back to her seat.
I walked up "Hi, my name is Craig Tucker, I am in seventh grade, and I have a guinea pig named Stripe."