I suppose moving is never really something kids my age enjoy. Having to start over and make new friends, Going to a new school, wondering if your boyfriend will forget about you... Well, not always that last one. It doesn't even include me. I have no boyfriend and I didn't mind moving. It's not that I hated my old home, I wasn't bullied, I had friends, and I liked my school. It's just that it was boring.

Every day I'd wake up, brush my teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast, and head to school where all my friends would stand around and gossip about which cute new clothes they had just gotten. And I couldn't blame them. I mean, what else was there to talk about?

So obviously I was thrilled when my parents agreed to let me move in with my aunt and uncle from a small town called South Park. And I'll admit, I had my suspicions that it was a town even more dull then mine until, that is, my aunt phoned me one day to tell me about these new annoying creatures called "Jakovasaurs." And my mind was made up.

"Mom, Dad!" I came rushing down the stairs, clutching the phone in my hand. I just barely caught myself after tripping on the last step.

"Clara, what on earth...?" My mother and father both sat on the sofa. Dad was reading the paper and mom was reading a romance novel. I ran towards them, holding the phone out in front of me.

"Can I live in South Park with Aunt Bailey!?" I asked, in between my panting. I must have been out of my mind, now that I think about it, Just asking a question like that out of the blue. Usually I'd sweet talk them and at least make myself look more presentable before asking my parents for something. But no, there I stood, sweaty, red-faced, and crazy-eyed from running down two flights of stairs.

Anyways, I'm sure you can assume what their answer was. And after seeing the looks on their faces, I almost instantly lost all hope.

Eventually they caved in. It took a few months of convincing, begging, compromising...but they said yes! So long, boring hometown!

Unfortunately, my friends weren't too happy with my decision.

"You're moving away!?"

"Yes, for the last time, Yes I'm moving away!"

My two best friends, Becky and Albeta sat on my bed, watching me pack. Well, mostly Becky. Albeta was filing away at her nails.

"But you'll be leaving us!"

I shrugged nonchalantly and continued to stuff away my clothes into departments of my bag. Sure, they'd be wrinkly afterwards, But I just couldn't be bothered with the folding.

"You gotta' make sacrifices." I replied.

Needless to say, they were unhappy and sulked about for a while. But then, they began taking out the clothes I had jammed into my bag while I wasn't looking.

"Guys!" I picked up my underwear for the umpteenth time and threw it back into my bag. It caused a giggle fit between the two of them and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to refrain from laughing along with them.

"Clara, we're really going to miss you..." Becky said, turning serious.

"Yeah... I'm not going to have anyone to joke around with." Albeta added, sliding off my bed onto the floor.

"You'll have Beck. Please leave so I can finish packing."

She groaned, threw her head against the floor and her hair spread out across the carpet, covering her face.

They never did leave me to pack in peace. Instead, they just went downstairs to talk to my parents, came back up and made up their minds to sleep over at my house for the last night I still lived here. Without my permission. And my parents readily agreed! They encouraged them so enthusiastically, I suspected they're the ones who planted the idea.

I had already packed all my pajamas so Albeta phoned her brother and asked him to come over to lend me a shirt I could sleep in. Which is why the sleepover with just my two friends, turned into a sleepover with my two friends and their brothers.. Because Mark thought it would have been "awkward" to be the only guy here with three other girls so he invited Beckys brother, Davis. And may I remind you that I didn't even PLAN this sleepover?

After changing into Mark's Apocolyptica shirt, I got straight into my makeshift bed on the floor, pulled up my blue duvet and turned on my side to switch off the only light source left turned on, my lamp.

"Awww, you're no fun, Clara!" Becky whined from my left.

"Yeah, just wait a minute there, Claire-bear." Mark said, switching on the ceiling light.

I suppressed a groan a turned back over to face them. To my surprise, they were all sitting around me in a half circle with Mark holding out a small white box.

"It's for you. It was Becky and Albeta's idea but I'm the one who paid for it. Cheap-ass girls..." He mumbled.

"Hey!" Albeta shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at her brother.

"You were never to mention that!" Becky joined in, glaring Mark down.

"I wrote the card..." Davis said, awkwardly.

I took the box from them, debating on whether to open it or not, due to a bunch of past prank presents. Curiosity got the better of me and I tore the lid off, revealing a pair of fluffy maroon earmuffs!

"We heard that South Park is, like, way cold." Albeta said, trying to act like she wasn't about to burst out crying. That bitch. She was terrible at hiding her emotions. We could read her like a book.

My eyes roamed from teary-eyed Albeta, to teary-eyed Becky, to a sheepish Mark, and finally landed on Davis. Who was just staring at my carpet, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Guys...I don't know what to say." I croaked out, then cleared my throat and tried to sound more normal. "Thank you so much."

"Don't act like you're so tough, bitch! We know you'll miss us!" Albeta wailed.

Mark was the first to pull me in for a hug, making me burst into tears. It caused a chain reaction and finally, all of us were hugging and crying, together.

It was a long and dreadful plane flight and car ride but I was finally in South Park. And fuck, was it COLD. I patted my earmuffs, making sure they were secure. Then, knocked on the door of the house I would be living in from now on. It flew open a second later and my aunt appeared in front of my face.

"Clarrie!"

"Aunt Bailey!"

I loved my aunt. She was so hip and energetic. And she tried so hard to sound like she was french. She'd call me Clarisse or Clarrie with an accented E, but sometimes she'd forget and just call me Claire.

I threw myself into her arms and immediately regretted my decision. I hugged her anyways to be polite but I had to hold my breath since it seemed like while she was sprinkling her perfume on this morning, the cap may have came off and released the whole bottle onto her.

"Where's uncle Mishka?"

"Inside watching TV, dear. Come along! You can say hello and then we'll get started on your room decorations!"

Mishka wasn't really his name. It was Michael but since I've been calling him Mishka ever since I was a baby, It stuck.

"Now, Clarisse. I was thinking maybe I'd have your walls painted a nice hooker red..."

One thing was for sure: I wouldn't ever be bored in South Park. Not with my aunt around.