"Oh no, not another new girl South Park fanfic! Save us all!"
It's my first story. So cut me some slack, it rubbed off on me and I was interested. Guy/Guy fanfics just aren't my thing. Sorry if you wanted Style or something.
No this crap is different. Not all the boys are going to "fall in love with her", and not everyone will "be her best friend". It's called reality. Not stupidity. No one is that FAKE to be your friend in less than 3 seconds of just knowing your name. Because I was the new girl once, and that never happened. Yes, some boys will like her, and some girls will be-friend her. Of course there's drama. Just not now.
The chick's name is Emma and she's 16. They all are. She's from New York City..so on. You get the deal. Not sure about accepting OCs yet.
Song is - Watchout! There's Ghosts - I'll Take Famous Murders For 500.
"So...I'm apparently moving to this weird town called 'South Park'. Can you believe it? I can't. I've lived in the city my whole life! My mom just thinks it's a great idea to just move, like out of nowhere. My whole life is here. So many years spent building on it, now we have to LEAVE! No way, dude. No way"
That's what I would have thought a few years ago. How things change, huh? I sighed, packing up all of my clothes in the large cardboard boxes. My room was empty, all except for my bed. Now completely dull and ripped off of all its essentials. Boxes stacked up against the wall, various items scattered across the floor, lazily leaving it there to get the job done at the last minute.
"Wow…" I muttered to myself, shaking my head disapproving of the mess. I never could keep a clean room, after all.
"Emma?" My mom poked her head in my door, glancing around my room. She cringed, "Are you done?" She stepped in, staying at the near corner avoiding my mess.
"Kind of…" I stammered, picking up the clothes on the ground and stuffing them in boxes carelessly.
"Well...get done soon" she sighed, placing her hand on her forehead, "I don't want us getting delayed, it's a long drive there you know"
"I know" I muttered, shrugging her protests off feeling slightly annoyed.
"Okay…" slowly stepping out of the room, she started to close the door slowly, "Get some rest too after you finish"
I nodded, dazed. Shoving the rest of the remains in the boxes, I plopped on my bed and rolled over on my side. "South Park…" I muttered to myself, holding my necklace tightly. I hated the fact that we had to leave, all so soon. Angrily, I lifted myself off of the bed and walked in front of my full-length mirror, placed right against the wall.
I tilted my head, gazing at my features. Mid-length blond hair spiked wildly, messy all around with my side fringe combed to the left. Piercing, blue cold eyes staring back at me in confusion. Pale skin topped along with my pale pink lips. Long legs shaking slightly, black shorts and a white batman-tee wrinkled and pressed tightly against my chest and stomach. A diamond-shaped necklace to top off the entire look. I looked…strange.
"South Park is not ready for a girl like me" I said, shaking my head. I plopped back on my bed, starring up at the ceiling.
"Anywhere is better than here, at least" I cringed, looking at the cracks in the ceiling. I sat up and pulled my laptop out from the drawer. I searched "South Park", in careless humor, hoping to see what this town was all about.
Various news articles of "Aliens invading the town" and "Man-bear pigs on the loose".
"What the—"I closed the screen and threw myself on my pillow, "Of all places…"
"Emma!" yelled my mom from the front door, waving frantically from the front of the car, "Come on honey!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I groaned, lifting the box up with all my strength. Dropping it and letting it fall viciously against the other boxes in the back. Mom slammed the back of the car down and hopped into the front seat, starting the car. She beamed and starred back at me, "Ready for a new adventure kiddo'?"
"I guess" I shrugged, putting my headphones on turning my iPod up to full blast.
We started going, heading into the highway, the city's bright lights and buildings fading off into trees and fields.
"Remember" my mom stated, "South Park is a pretty chilly place so bundle up!"
I nodded quietly, putting a new song on my iPod, "I don't see why we had to move…New York was great, now we got to live in the freaking South Pole?"
"South Park, sweetie" my mom corrected, "We needed a fresh new start...what with your father and I—"
"Just drop it mom" I snapped, turning back to the window, "I don't want to talk about it…"
She nodded, and after that it was silent again.
My parents separated a few months ago. My dad kept the house, and we were stuck with the "back-up" house in South Park. God knows why we had it in the first place. My mom tried so hard to make everything seem perfect, like nothing happened. But she knew it wasn't. I loved my Dad, I really did. Just before I found out he was an ass enough to admit he never was ready for a family, he just stood by idly and wanted to pick the right time.
Tears started to well up in my eyes; I blinked massively and hit play.
Last night I woke up to you talking in your sleep,
Describing a room I've never smelt, I've never seen,
Here we go again, the roller coaster breaks and bends,
"Dad…why'd you have to go" I thought to myself, grasping my iPod harder in my hands.
I lifted up your shirt, saw the scratches on your back,
You said you never would, but a scar's a proven fact,
Come with me let's drive,
Take a trip where heaven lies,
My eyes shifted to my mom, she was driving starring intently on the road. My eyes glanced back outside. "South Park, 50 miles away"
Smile and wave, you're on your way,
To hell and back girl you know you're drowning,
With heavy heart you sank too far,
I sighed, my eyes feeling heavy and drooping slowly…down…my vision getting darker, music still playing.
To hell and back in a sea of deadly sin,
I can see you sinking in,
In a sea of deadly,
"Are we there yet…" I mumbled lying down on the seat.
My mom flickered her eyes to me and automatically back to the road,"Almost, but not yet"
"Okay..." I nodded, drifting into a deep sleep.
"Emma"
"Hugh...go away" I waved my hand annoyed.
"Emma" the voice asked again, suddenly feeling a light push.
I rubbed my eyes and lifted my head up lazily, "Huh…?"
"We're here" my mom smiled, my vision a bit blurred.
I stepped out of the car and stretched, scratching my head and looking around. The house was brown, a white door with dull windows, shades opened widely. A normal old house, basically.
"Wow…what a mansion" I snickered, walking in the house. Exploring carelessly, I discovered there was three single bedrooms, two bathrooms, a secluded and quite creepy attic, a dark basement, a large kitchen with decorative wallpaper, and a living room.
"So what do you think?" my mother giggled, placing boxes in the house, "Nice, huh?"
"We sure hit the jackpot with this one" I blandly stated, going back outside.
"Dude there's new people moving in, I told you!"
"Ha! Jew owes me five bucks"
"Shut the fuck up fat-ass!"
I stopped. Four boys stood there on the yard. One with red curly hair with a green ushanka on, gorgeous green eyes starred angrily at a big, bulky looking boy to his left, starring down the other boy deviously with a malicious grin on his face. Chestnut brown hair topped with a teal and yellow winter hat. On the right, a tall jock-looking boy, jet-black hair as well with a winter hat on, red and blue. He shook his head disapprovingly at the two other boys. At the end was a boy with an orange parka on, blonde hair with melting blue eyes, features almost angelic like. They all stopped, looking at me dead in the eye.
Oh crap.
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