Chapter 1

Shelly was pissed.

No explanation, no obvious reason, she was just really, really pissed. In fact, the Marsh family could hear curses and things being broken in her room. Now and then they flinched when something especially big broke. Boy, Stan had never seen his sister this crazy before. He kinda felt bad for the person who Shelly was mad at but Stan was just glad it wasn't him. He had enough problems in his life, like Wendy and what he should get her for her birthday. His sister could go rot for all he cared as long as she left him alone.

The constant noise was really starting to get on his nerve though. He complained to his parents and his dad tried to knock on his daughter's door but only got screamed at. Randy came back with a shrug and said 'I tried' and went out to have a drink with his friends at the bar. Sharon frowned at him and tried her luck but only got screamed at too. Stan didn't even try. He just steered clear from the combat zone, aka, his sister's territory which included her room and the bathroom across her room.

And then on the fourth day, everything went silent. The family figured Shelly had finally calmed down.

What they didn't know was that Shelly was packing. She was still furious so all her packing consisted of slamming clothes down and cramming them into her backpack with such force that some shirt ripped but she paid no attention. She slipped on her warm pants and large T-shirt, then wrapped a scarf around her neck. Last but not least, her combat boots. She didn't bother to comb her hair. What for? She could care less about her looks, especially when her hair would never calm down in the cold weather. Besides, with her fugly ass braces, nothing could really make her look good.

Suddenly angry for no reason, she put on her jacket.

A piece of paper fluttered onto the floor and she glared down at it. She brought her boot down on it but then just as quickly pulled it back and bent to pick it up. The smiling face of her one truelove smiled back and she pocketed it safely back into her jacket.

She was even more determined about her decision. She was not going to let this go. Amir was the love of her life and like hell she'd let him go that easily. She was going to force him to love her again even if she had to beat the love back into him. She was not going to let some middle eastern slut take him away from her. Oh no. She was going to hike all the way to New York, find Amir, and force him to marry her. Then she'd drag him back to South Park and they'd live happily-the fuck-after.

She'd make sure of that.

But she needed money.

That could be solved easily. Her dad hid some of his poker money inside one of the old vases. Shelly had caught him stuffing it in there a while back but she'd mentioned nothing, figuring she could use this information someday. That someday was today.

Shelly waited until night when she was sure her family was asleep. Then she snuck out of her room and headed straight to the vase. She sneered upon seeing it. No wonder no one came near it. It was a pussy decorated clown one that scared the crap out of anyone that looked at it. The only reason it was still around was that grandma gave it to them, plus Shelly remembers scaring the hell out of Stan once when he was four so it had some sentimental value too. Quickly, she stuck her hand inside and pulled out a wad of crumpled bills. Uh, her dad was a real moron sometimes.

After stuffing the bills into her pant pockets, she moved to the kitchen and grabbed some food on the go. After finishing that, she quietly opened the door to her house and stepped out into the freshly fallen snow. The air was crispy cold and she quietly closed the door behind her. Everything was going fine. No one would know she was gone for at least a day. Maybe more if her turd family didn't bother to check on her.

Slinging her backpack higher up her shoulder, she began trekking across the snow, her feet sinking about half a foot down.

It was dark out but Shelly could see perfectly fine. She had the eyes of a jaguar and the fangs of a viper. She was a she-devil in disguise and unstoppable now that she had a goal.

Shelly Marsh liked getting what she wanted and she wanted Amir and by God she'd get him. Because she was Shelly and no one fucked with her.

A/N: Hello there. If you like this story than leave a review so I can continue.

I just watched Over Logging and thought "Whatever happened to Amir and Shelly?" hence why this chapter was created. I wanted to write about Shelly since she's such an interesting character and practically rarely gets shown. I probably won't get her personality right but at least I tried. Plus, I could always excuse it by saying 'because she's older' blah, blah. The fun part is going to be experimenting with Amir.

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