I woke up to the snow falling on the car.

My ipod was still playing and I listened to music that usually would have cheered me up, but not this time.

I was crammed in the back with boxes filled with clothes and books and god knows what my mother and sister own. My legs were tucked to my chest because my backpack was where my feet were supposed to be. I just didn't want the blood flow to stop and give me that horrible pins and needles.

"Misha," my mom said from the driver's seat. "Are you awake honey?"

"Yeah, mom," I looked out the window and saw the snow falling. It was freaking August for crying out loud!

"Good. We're almost to our new home, and Serena is asleep,"

Serena was my little sister. She got carsick on windy mountain roads, and that was exactly where we were headed. South Park, Colorado. A quiet little redneck town up in the mountains, where apparently it snowed in August. I hated it. I was a California girl, but I used to live in Seattle. I didn't want to move, not at all. I wanted to stay in my little suburb home and go to a high school I was familiar with and knew people. But no, mom had to get another well paying job and drag me and Serena along for the ride.

I looked out the window and saw the building lined up side by side like an old western town. Another redneck note.

We pulled up to a house that looked like the next one down except for the color, which was a navy blue. I opened the car door and, with my backpack on my back, carried my clothes and books to my room, not caring if snow fell on my head.

My room was the second biggest in the house, thank god, and my furniture was already moved in. I had one of those silver metal beds that was a bunk bed, and the bottom bunk was a desk. I was already wearing a comfy shirt and pajama pants, so I dropped my backpack and climbed into bed. It was about 11:30, and I quickly fell asleep.


I woke up the next morning to a doorbell. I groaned and covered my ears with the pillow. I could hear another woman in the house, probably the next door neighbor. I jumped down from my bed and check my appearance in the mirror.

My skin was pale-tan, and my face was clear of zits and stuff thanks to a system that actually worked. My hair was a deep red-auburn and was in cascading waves around my face. My eyes were almost golden with small bits of green. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair to flatten it a bit so it looked presentable. I threw on my blue jeans and a purple trench coat. I added my army green hat and fuchsia dogtooth scarf and headed downstairs for breakfast.

I saw mom talking and drinking coffee with a large woman with a bun of red hair. Serena was playing with a little boy with a tuft of black hair on his head. He looked around 6 or 7 years old.

I tried to sneak into the kitchen without introductions of embarrassing questions.

"Misha, you're up,"

God damn it.

"Misha, this is Mrs. Broflovski," said mom, "She came over to say hello,"

Mrs. B looked at me and I could feel my cheeks going red.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"I'm 14," I said.

"How nice, my son Kyle is 14 too. I would've had him come over, but he and his friends are at Starks pond."

She started talking to mom again and I was able to escape to the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and thought about what Mrs. B had said. We had passed Starks pond on our way to our house. I finished my cereal and decided to walk around town.

I hope that there would be a bookstore, art supply store, and hopefully a music store so I could stay sane. My mind left earth and I walked on, unknowingly dragging myself to Starks pond. My head plummeted back to earth when I heard the sound of laughing kids.

I saw a group of kids my age, playing in the early year's snow with a snowball fight. My terrible case of the shyness made me turn around when I heard a girl call out.

"Look over there!"

I felt so many eyes on me that I turned scarlet and kept on walking. I suddenly felt cold snow hit the back of my head.

I spun around and saw a fat kid with a red coat looking up and whistling while pointing at a kid with a green ushanka hat and bright orange coat. Fatso was so guilty. His sentence: death.

I picked up a bunch of snow and formed a ball. The cold stung my hands, but anger and embarrassment were my mittens. Just as the fatty looked at me, a snowball hit him square in the face. Some of the kids gasped.

"if I could hit Cartman in the face with a snowball I'd be so happy," said a kid in a blue hat with a yellow pom pom.

I smirked and started walking away. I turned around to see Cartman throw another snowball at me. This time I dodged and caught it, packing it more and throwing it back. But this time, it went below the belt. Now everyone gasped, even fatty, except his was a couple of octaves higher.

I walked away and started laughing into my scarf. I had just made an enemy.

I heard footsteps in the snow and turned around. I saw the boy that Cartman had accused of throwing the snowball at me.

"You going to defend your friend?" I asked coolly.

"Ha!" he laughed. "I hate Cartman. It's about time someone hit him in the balls with a snowball. I'm Kyle by the way,"

"Misha," I said. "I moved in next door last night,"

"Oh yeah, my mom was talking about that. Come one, I'll show you the rest of the guys."

He led me back to the pond, where Cartman stared daggers at me for showing my face. I ignored him.

"Misha, this is Stan," Kyle showed me a boy with a blue and red poofball hat, brown jacket and black strait hair. He smiled at me and gave me a high five.

"Good aim, dude," he said.

"I'm Kenny," said a boy with an orange parka and strait blond hair. He had pretty electric blue eyes. I blushed a bit.

"Hi," I said, smiling.

"You have really good aim," he said.

"Thanks, I try,"

"You can understand me?!" he looked genuinely surprised.

"Um…yeah, it's not hard."

There was Wendy and Bebe, two girls my age.

Craig, Clyde, Token, Tweek, Butters, and Jimmy.

After some compliments on my aim and some high fives, I realized that I would be going with these kids to South Park High. They were so close, going to school with each other since the 3rd grade. Accepting too, except for Cartman. Plus, a few of them were cute… Agh, me and my hopeless romantic ways.

My first day at South Park, and I made an enemy, a few admirers, and a whole group of friends.

Too bad I didn't know what an emotional roller coaster I was getting on.