Fan Fiction apparently hates me because when I went to add another chapter to my story "One for the Money" it was no longer there. So, in retaliation, I've given up. Call me a quitter, but… yeah, I'm a quitter. So, new OC story!

So, the OC form is at the bottom of the page. Here's a quick intro to give you a general idea.

Heather shivered as she heaved another shovel full of snow over her shoulders and into the yard. It was only September, and they already had to shovel the drive way and side walk. She was now completely outraged at everyone that drove a hybrid. She could use a bit of Global Warming right about now.

She heaved another scoop of thickly pack sown into the yard and started on the side walk. For some reason, tons of people still walked their dogs when it was ten degrees and snowing. And they were perfectly willing to complain to the Police about anyone who hadn't shoveled their portion of the side walk.

"Hey, Heather," came a slightly muffled voice from in front of her.

She looked up to see none other than her neighbor, Stan Marsh (seemingly) grinning at her from behind the high collar of his brown jacket. His blue and red hat was pulled so far over his forehead that she could barely see his eyes. His nose and cheeks were bright pink from the cold.

"Hey," she replied, trying to seem casual and cool, "how are you?" although it must have sounded like who are you, because he suddenly looked very confused.

"Umm, I'm your neighbor, Stan. I've lived next door to you for almost ten years," he explained, confusion evident on his face

Heather giggled a bit as she pulled down the green scarf that she had wrapped around her face, "No, I said 'How are you', Stan. I happen to be well aware of the fact that you live next door, especially since you give me a ride to school every morning," Heather clarified.

Stan gave a small laugh. "Cold. Very, very cold. Oh, and school was delayed an hour, so we don't have to be there until nine," he replied

"Yeah, that would have been nicer if I hadn't already gotten up at seven to shovel the drive way," she laughed hollowly

"Hey, it's better than five thirty or six!" he pointed out

"One of the many benefits of having first period off," Heather agreed, as she pulled her scarf back over her face.

"Be over around eight thirty. The roads will be kind of nasty," Stan called after her, as they started heading back to their houses.

Heather turned around, looking hopeful, only for Stan to already be back at his front door. He walked in and closed it with out another glance.

Heather sighed. She felt like such a loser. Why did she always seem to be stuck in the Friend Zone?

Okay, now it's time for the OC application!

Name:

Age:

A Brief Background:

Height:

General looks:

Outfit:

Personality:

Habits:

Friends:

Enemies:

Crush (put three in the order you prefer, and Stan is off limits):

Job:

Anything else:

So, send them in! Good luck!