Alright, I'm not going to be a wimp and tell you guys to go easy on me and don't be too harsh blah, blah, blah because this is my first South Park story and blah, blah, blah. I'm not. Sorry. Honestly, be as harsh as you have to, but be a you-know-what, just because you what to or because you think it'd be funny. That's very immature(like I can talk about being mature). Just so you guys know, this will be an OC story, so, if you want, send in your OCs. Details of submitting an OC will be at the bottom.

"Dude, this is weak. So. Freakin'. Weak. Tell me, why the fuck, do we have to again? Oh, that's right, because Kyle's bitch of a mom decided to mention it to the rest of our parents and get us shipped here for the. Whole. Summer. Too." the boy quipped, staring malevolently at the red haired Jew in the seat behind him, promising payback with his intense glare, witch the red head readily returned.

"Shut up fat ass!" the Red head fired back, balling his hands into fists out of habit.

"Boys, language!" the driver of the minivan, scolded, staring at them in the review mirror.

"Sorry Mrs. Marsh" They chimed together causing the fat boy to turn in his seat and point a finger at the Jew.

"Jinx Kyle, now you can't talk until someone says you're name ten- no, a million times!"

The blonde haired, orange clad boy in the seat next to the red head, along with the raven haired boy sitting in the passenger seat, spouted off their Jewish friends name roughly ten times, not thinking in the least that it might actually end the argument, or even subdue it. The fat boy muttered something under his breath about damned emo pussies and poor boys.

"Shut up Cartman, that's stupid and childish and no one does it anymore!" Kyle pointed his finger at the boy in front of him, his lips curling into an angry pout.

"No, Kyle, you know what's stupid, you getting everyone in our class sent to a retarded, gay-ass summer camp is stupid, and I personally can't wait to get there just so I can see every one beat the shot out of you. That might actually make this worthwhile. To see you get what's coming to your greedy Jewish ass." Cartman said, facing forward in his seat with his hands resting comfortably behind his head, sighing contentedly.

The driver of the vehicle sighed heavily, defeat coloring the simple sound. She turned to the teenager next to her.

"Stan?" she asked, hoping he could get them to calm down even a little. It wasn't a very big hope.

"Yeah mom." He said, shifting in his seat to face his friends as best he could. "Guys," he called them several times before finally catching their attention, "Shut up, would ya'? Cartman, no ones going to beat up Kyle because I won't let them. Kyle, ignore him. I mean god damn, I think you're giving everyone in the car a fucking headache. Right Kenny? Butters?"

"Right!" The orange clad boy agreed enthusiastically, ignoring the looks he was getting from the two feuding boys, leaning up against his seatbelt, staring at the back of the back of the occupants head. "Butters?" he asked, breathing in the boys ear, grinning as the quite boy fidgeted.

"Uh…. Well, I guess. It does kinda, ya' know, get on your nerves. After sometime" He concluded, bumping his knuckles together nervously.

"God Butters, shut up. You too Kenny. What do you guys know anyway?" Cartman huffed. He crossed his arms and turned away from them all for good measure.

"Don't tell him to shut up fat ass, he's right, you're really annoying." Kenny defended, glaring at the fat ass who was still staring out the window.

"Whatever, poor boy, it's the Jew who's annoy, not me."

"Shut up fat ass!" Kyle screeched, launching another argument, this time dragging Kenny and a very reluctant Butters into their quarrel.

Up in the front of the car, Stan sighed, turning back to his mother and shrugging. "I tried mom."

"It's alright Stan, we're here anyway." She said, gesturing to a cluster of buildings right in front of them, just a few feet ahead. Pulling into the parking lot, empty except for a few cars scattered sporadically, she pulled into a space closest to the buildings, but facing the parking lot exit, as if for a quick getaway. She turned and faced the four arguing boys in the back of her car. "Boys," she called "we're here". without waiting for a response she threw open her door and climbed out. After a moment of hesitation, so did the rest of the occupants, Kyle and Cartman continuing their argument with renewed gusto.

Two more vans pulled into the parking lot, not bothering to park, just simply stopping long enough for the younger inhabitants to climb out and grab their things from where ever they were stored before speeding off, the drivers whooping and hollering until the cars were no longer in sight.

"Assholes" A nasal voice commented, it's owner flipping off anyone who looked his way.

"Hey there campers!" someone shouted, their voice much too happy. A man in a deep blue shirt and khaki shorts pranced up, waving as he did. He was followed by four more too-happy-looking people, all dressed as he was. "I'm happy to see all of our new campers. I'm camp councilor Tom. Thank you for dropping them off." He said to Stan's mom.

"No problem. Bye boys" Mrs. Marsh said, waving briefly before jumping into her car and near tearing out of the parking lot.

"Well," Cartman stated "I think we all know why we're here. It's because of Kyle. Though, I guess we should have expected it. After all, we all know how the Jews are. They-"

"Stop belittling my people asshole!" Kyle shouted, tackling Cartman, forcing the chubby teen to the ground. Each boy landed a solid punch or two, their classmates egging them on, before the councilors could pull them apart.

"Enough boys," Tom said, his over happy tone somewhat depleted but still there, as if it were permanently ingrained into his voice. "Fighting won't be tolerated. Now, you've all gotten here a bit late. All our other campers have already settled in and met each other but it's never too late to make friends, so let's go and introduce all of you!"

He marched off towards the buildings, the kids picking up their bags and reluctantly following him. This was going to be a long summer.

So, watcha think so far? It'll get longer(I hope) in later chapters, but this is the first chapter. For the second chapter to happen I need more characters. Any takers? Guy and Girl OCs, please. If you are going to submit your OC, please include the following in the description:

Name:

Age(13-16):

Gender:

Race:

Appearances(clothing included please):

Personality:

Orientation:(though, just to be clear no matter if your guy/girl is straight/bi/gay they will be having some gay/bi/straight moments. Just a few tiny ones, but some all the same. Because that's just how this story goes)

Likes:

Dislikes:

Crush:

Friends:

Enemies:

Background:

Anything Else:

If I use your OC I will do my best to let you know.