Bertha Rebecca Tucker was all dressed and ready to go in her favourite pair of jeans and her favourite hoodie, and had made herself a waffle. She would try to make this day as perfect as possible, so she could try to forget all the imperfections. She wasn't sure if any of her friends would even talk to her today, or if she would talk to them. She took the final bite of her waffle when the doorbell rang. Her mother skipped off to the door.

"Honey, Craig's here!"

Red sighed. Every day since the fifth grade, Rebecca [Or Red, as she preferred] and Craig's fathers had decided it would be a good opportunity to spend quality family time together by making the two cousins walk to school together. Of course, Red and Craig had never been that close, and Craig ditched her for either some girl, or Tweek most of the time, so Red walked alone. You think that by grade nine they would both be able to walk alone, right? Wrong. She finally pushed herself to walk to the door, and grab her bag. "Hey, Craig." She said, unenthusiastically.

"Uhh….you do know its track & field day, right?" Craig asked, sounding somewhat concerned.

"Oh, you've gotta be freakin' kidding me." Red sighed, before heading upstairs and changing into a black tracksuit in as little time as possible. When she got downstairs, she ran to Craig, out of breath. "What do we need?"

"Water bottle, sunscreen, its okay, I've got it all."

"Thanks." She said, smiling. It was the first time she had really connected with her cousin in years. Red had a feeling he wasn't going to ditch her again today…

But he did.

So she walked alone…again. Today, however, her mind scrambled. She felt anxious for what would happen today. Rebecca's mind went to her friends…well, she probably couldn't call them that anymore…and then her mind traced to Kevin. Ever since the drama on Friday, she stayed home all weekend, not receiving any calls from the girls, and Kevin. After faking sick for two days, Red's mom insisted she went to school today. Maybe…she could fake an injury during track. She could say her stomach hurt…nah, that's been her excuse for the last few days. Rebecca got so wandered in her own thoughts that she didn't even realize she was already at school. She didn't see Bebe gossiping, she didn't see Cartman waving a dollar over Kenny's head, and she didn't see the aggravated look on the poor boy's face. She didn't really notice anything until…

"REBECCA!" Someone who Rebecca REALLY didn't wanna deal with yelled. "WAIT UP!" It was at that moment that Red sped up, and tried to blend in with people in the front of the school, but her fiery red hair made her stand out.

"Red!" Kevin Stoley said, appearing behind her. "What the hell are you doing? We need to talk."

Red pulled the collar of his sky blue jacket and dragged him away from the group of people, which cause more whispering from Bebe. "If we're gonna talk, we can't do it at school."

"Well, where?You never answer any of my calls!"

"Listen, Kevin. I don't like you. I never liked you."

"But Esther said-"

"Esther probably heard another one of those retarded rumors Bebe made up. Now stop calling me, stop telling me 'We need to talk', and LEAVE. ME. ALONE." At this Red stormed off, franticly seeking support from Craig.

Meanwhile, Kevin was still not convinced. He thought Red was just trying to play hard to get.

Red scanned the teens. Every single person stared at her, laughing or marveling at the embarrassing scene she had just created.

Where's Craig? She thought to herself, searching for that blue hat with the yellow puffball. After a few seconds or so, she decided to look for Tweek. Tweek and her cousin were always close, and if she needed to find Craig, she could just look for a spastic blonde. Nothing. They must be late today. She assumed, but at this point, they were letting the ninth grade class in. She impatiently waited at his locker for about three minutes until he came in with Tweek. Bertha Rebecca Tucker saw her cousin shout angrily at the blonde about his caffeine overdose this morning. Impatient, she walked over to the boys. "Craig, do me a favor?"

Craig laughed. "Umm…no."

Red got angrier. "Craig, Kevin is following me around. Keep him away from me or I'll tell uncle Thomas about how CLOSE you are with little Tweek here." Tweek began to twitch.

"Fine." The black haired boy sighed."

"Can I use your sunscreen?"

"I don't have sunscreen."

"You said you had sunscreen!"

"I lied."

"Tweek, do you have any…"

"HERE!" He shouted, opening his bag. "I'll give you my sunscreen, just DON'T RAPE ME!!!!" He opened a little bag out of his school bag that said [in messy handwriting, God forbid he could hold a pencil without a random spasm every now and then.] "EMERGENCY SUPPLIES." The bag held four pairs of underpants, a hammer, the numbers of every emergency service in Colorado, Ritalin, and of course, a thermos filled of, what else, but good ol' Java. Finally, he pulled out a bottle of sunscreen and shaking, handed it to Red.

"Relax, Tweek, I won't bite."

"BITE? OH, JESUS, I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF THAT! GAHH! I NEED AFTERBITE!! THAT IS WAAYYY TO MUCH PRE—GAHH!-SSURE!!"

"Tweek, CALM. DOWN." Craig cautioned.

"Thanks, Tweek" Red said, smiling. She walked off to her locker, and was suprized to see Millie, waiting there, like always.

"Hey, BERTHA." She teased.

"Hey, JESSIE. She teased back. Millie's middle name wasn't as bad as her own first name, but Millicent Jessica Carter hated it just as much. She was surprised Millie was actually talking to her after the whole incident with Kevin.

"So, what happened with Kevin this morning?" Millie asked. It's not like she didn't know, she just wanted Red's perspective on the situation.

"Esther told him about the fortune teller thing." She explained. "I told him it wasn't true, and now he thinks I'm playing 'hard to get'". She said with a scowl.

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Are you playing hard to get?"

"Of course not! He was one of my best friends, and now I can barely face him."

"Bummer."

"Yep."

"So…." Millie said, trying to strike up a conversation. "Do you like anyone?"

"Not at the moment." Red sighed.

"Well, I, umm, I gotta go find someone who has sunscreen I can borrow."

"Oh, I think Tweek has some. Just, uhh, be careful." Red warned. "He's gonna think you wanna rape him."

"Uhh...why?"

"Millie...its Tweek."

"Oh, right." Millie said. "Well, see ya, Bertha."

"Bye, Jess." And at that, Millicent Jessica Carter went back to Bebe's group, and Red wished she could too.