"We have just landed in South Park, Colorado. Please remain seated until the plane has come to a complete stop. Thank you for flying with us and have a nice day." said the all too peppy flight attendant.
When she was done with her mandatory farewell speech she turned to me with a sickly sweet grin that didn't quite reach her blood shot eyes and said "Okay sweetie you can get off now." I could tell that that was her polite way of telling me to get my ass off the plane.
"Thanks." I murmured sarcastically.
I got off the plane and got my luggage which only consisted of; my clothes, laptop, some old photos and anything else that wasn't burnt.
My name is Katherine Sprouse. I'm 8 years old, I'm in the third grade and I just flew 4 hours from New York City to South Park. The reason for this is because last week my parents died. Apparently when I went to my friend's house for a sleepover some idiot on our floor left something in the oven, than left to go to the store, and left the stove on! When the fire started no one noticed because it was too small. My dad was taking a nap and my mom was getting ready to go out to dinner with my dad because they both had been working at the hospital non-stop all week. Unfortunately they didn't know about the fire until it was too late.
The next day I came home to see my building burnt. Fortunately no one else was hurt. But what I don't understand is, why my parents? I mean they were like the nicest people, they would give to charity, help people in need, heck they helped people every day since they were doctors.
Anyway, that day I met the caseworker and was told that I was going to move to South Park and live with my aunt and cousin and that when I was 18 I would inherit all of my parents' money, I was also told that the man was being sued by the owner of the building and apparently me, even though I never said to. So I spent my last week in New York City finding anything that wasn't burnt in my apartment, packing them up, and saying good-bye to my friends. I'm probably going to stay here for the rest of my life, with my aunt and cousin, you know until I'm 18.
After I got my luggage I stood waiting for them. I wouldn't be surprised if they were late, probably because of fatass. "Oh Sweetie there you are!" A familiar voice yelled. I slowly turned around, unsure if the voice was talking to me. And saw them, Aunt Liane and Eric, or as I like to call him fatass. I walked over to them and was practically attacked with a giant bear hug from my aunt. "Aww look how much you've grown!" She practically cooed to me as she out me back down. "Hey Aunt Liane, hey Cartman." I said, at least trying to get off on a good start with him.
I just hope he's changed since the last time I saw him.
"Yea whatever, Mooommmmm! We have to go home now! Terrance and Phillip will be on soon." He said in an annoying whiney voice as he waved off my greeting.
Figures
"Alright Pookie." She said as she took my luggage as we started on our way out of the airport.
"Mooommm don't call me that in public." He said as he looked around to see if anyone else had heard.
"Pookie?" I said in an amused way.
"Shut up! Respect my authoritah!" He yelled as he pointed a finger at me.
"What authoritah? You don't have any." I said as I mimicked his way of saying authoritah just to piss him off.
"Alright kids let's go home." Aunt Liane said to try and break up the oncoming fight.
This is NOT my home.
