A/N: I thought of this story while reading "Before He Cheats" by Angelic Guardian, and I thought about what would happen, if in 4th grade, Wendy moved and came back 5 years later? Well find out now:
WEndY's POV:
I looked out the window of our family's Honda Odyssey and saw the town I hadn't been to for 5 years. It looked like a dump compared to the bustling streets of New York, which I had become accustomed to over the past 5 years.
Now I was back in this town, this little hick, redneck town. The buildings were close together like in those Clint Eastwood movies. I saw the high school in the distance, on a hill. I would be starting high school with all the other kids, so at least I wouldn't be SO out of place. High school is always the place where drama comes and has it's day of "My boyfriend is gay" or "These two lesbos fucked last night, and my buddy got it on tape!". But I manage, nobody has ever or will ever say I'm a lesbo, if they like all their teeth.
I saw an old boyfriend's house, with him and his dad arguing. Thank God not everything changed while I was gone. I saw a certain fatass's house over another hill; I wondered how much he had changed. The used to always argue, sometimes over me and my boyfriend in the bedroom (studying, perverts!) or me just falling alseep on his shoulder. God, that was one shitty drunk.
I saw a poor little boy's house. It looked like he wasn't so poor any more, the house looked in better shape, they had a car with wheels and the boy had a brand new parka on. Still orange. I guess things don't change after 5 years.
I saw the movie theater where me and my friends used to hang out; I also saw an elementary school. A school that harbored so many fond memories; like the time I beat up the certain fatass or when my best friend tried to kill me over some shitty list. Ah, those were good times.
Once I saw our new house, I immediately jumped out and started throwing things into the house. After I was allowed to leave, I went to my ex-boyfriend's house to surprise him. He certainly looked surprised.
I then saw my old best friend in the back.
I knew then what he and his dad had been arguing about. My friend had been kissing him and his dad walked in and swish-bang-boom, I was here. Damn, I felt like an idiot, I thought I would die of embarrassment, shock, anger and sadness all at the same time.
Welcome Fucking Back to South Park, Shit-Hole and Drama Capital of the World
A/N: God, some drama. Sorry about the short chapter, I make the next one better! With names I might add!
Yours Fucking Truly,
BoneBandit