South Park, Colorado. Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation.

Yeah right.


It's been three days since I moved to South Park, and summer just ended. My time here's been like crap. Store owners are total bastards and bitches, people drive while they're drunk, I mean, I almost got ran over six times, and some guys keep stuffing my mailbox with flyers about basement hippies… I have to admit, I've been hearing humping sounds in the basement. Oh well. They're probably fucking dead by now anyway, cuz my mom let me burn the insides of the basement yesterday. It felt good. I haven't burned stuff in a while…

Oh, you're probably wondering who I am. Well, my name's Fran Brooks. I like to fight, and burn stuff. Everyone fears me. And I like it. I get worship and respect wherever I go. But there is a downside to that; I never get dates. In my old school, I never go to school dances, cause I never wear skirts, dresses, and other frilly stuff. I was the favorite of all my teachers. I am pretty good at learning. Heck, learning fighting, and burning stuff is all I ever do.

I loved my old school. But I just HAD to move. Today was the first day of school here. Great…

"Honey! It's time for school!" My mom said from downstairs, only getting an awkward silence from me. "FRAN!"

My eyes snapped open as my head shot straight up from my PC desk. "I DIDN'T DO IT! ROBERT PATTINSON DID IT!"

"You and your Robert Pattinson antiques…" She muttered. "Now get up!"

"I'm up…!" I whined as I threw myself from my chair (literally).

I went to my closet and put on a yellow shirt with long sleeves along with a red and orange jock's jacket, and I zipped it halfway up. Then I slipped on some cream colored cargo pants, some brown gloves, and some black shoes I found under my bed. And strangely, it fits.

After a minute of putting my clothes on, I went lazily to the bathroom and washed my face to freshen myself up, and dried it off again. Afterwards I brushed my teeth, and then I took my school bag, (which was stuffed with a pencil case and random books) after that I brushed my dark brown shaggy styled hair, and finally, I went downstairs to the kitchen, and no, I don't use make-up. Freaky enough, my sister was already up and eating breakfast, while complimenting my mom. Little miss goody-goody…

My mom gave me some toast. I took it and headed out the door. Mom said something about staying away from snobby students, and that I should teach them a lesson if I have to. My sister only said 'BYE'. I replied to them by a simple wave and a smile. Cheesy…

And practically, my house was nowhere near the bus-stop, so I had to walk 2 blocks to get there. I'm thanking my mom for waking me up early, now.

10 minutes of jogging, and I finally made it to the bus-stop. Some people were waiting over there too. One of them was a black kid, the other was a nervous looking blonde, and the last guy was using two canes to help him stand.

Like it or not, I stood next to the guy with a cane. Yeah, it was an awkward silence I experienced there.

Finally, the bus came, and as soon as the doors opened, I rushed inside. I looked around for an empty chair, and found one right next to a boy with an orange parka. His entire head was covered with his parka. Only his eyes and nose were visible, along with some of his blonde hair. Seriously, is it really that cold? Maybe it is, but it's not that bad… I can sense that he's been through a lot, and I mean a LOT of pain and suffering, cuz I'm only sitting next to him, and his presence sends shivers up my spine…

And then he looked my way.

I swear the hairs on my neck stood up.

"Hmp!" He said.

"Uh… Hi." I said back to him. I'm pretty sure he said 'hi' because after that he looked away again.

Yeah, and the silence, along with the spine tingling shivers came back again. But then I realized; he had blue eyes.


Submit your OC's info here:

Name:

Hair Color:

Hair Style:

Clothing:

Love interest(s) (If any):

Personality:

Who they are friends with:

The age won't matter because I will make all the characters here 13 years old.