Ngh! I'm Tw-Tweek, and I'm new here. Here is S-south Park Colorado. Gah! It's my firs-t day at the new school and GAH! 'Too much pressure' pretty much sums me up. I have terrible anxiety. Anxiety + being the new kid = A mess. UGH I don't know what to do. Shakily, I crept with the massive crowd. A really tall kid in blue pushed by me.
" Watch it spaz." He growled. Sweat began forming as I murmured an apology, but as the words fell from my mouth he had already passed by with the swarm. My thoughts continued to ram my mind whilst I walked in. I peered around at everyone else. They all were standing upright and smiling and chatting however my back was slightly arched and I fidget with my fingers and My hair looks like I could poke someone's eyes out. That'd be a good fighting technique. Carrying on, I glanced around for the counselling room. That's where my mom said to go first thing in the morning. The room was straight ahead then left as I recall. Following my loose memory, I eventually spotted the room. Meekly, I entered and sat down. Argh! The seat is too big.
" Need some help there, Kiddo?" The counselor, who's name tag says Mr. Makey, cocked his head.
" NGH! I-I'm fine!" I assured, finally swinging up onto the chair.
" Mkay' well I've well aware of you're anxiety that's why I've assigned you with a partner." He informed with his umm sleepy sounding voice. A grunt noise was my reply. I hate socialising . I hate speaking to anyone in general. The door creaked open and Mr. Makey told me it was him now. Turning my head, I squeaked seeing the boy who pushed into me earlier. He gave me an uninterested glance and easily sat on the chair to the left of me.
" Tucker introduce yourself." Mr. Mackey broke the silence. 'Tucker' turned to me and flipped me off. NGH BUT WHY? Why does he hate me? I winced and he smirked.
" Craig! Tweek don't wo-" He began.
" Tweek? His name is spaz." 'Craig' said almost defensively.
" Ngh! Why are you such an asshole!" My voice quavered. He rolled his eyes and chuckled.
" Ok listen you two. It seems that for this to work for the better, you need to get along, Mkay?" Mackey became stern. We sighed and he let us out.
" Well since I'm stuck with you." He grasped my arm and dragged me outside. I squirmed in his clutch, but damn he's strong. We were outside and he glanced around the masses of people talking and texting. An "Aha" noise was made as he continued to drag me. We stopped at a group of 3 others. One had a garnet jacket with an indigo scarf and grey pants. He was happily munching on a taco. The boy next to him seemed to be the only black person here. Oher than another girl I saw. He had a violet sweater with a golden T in the middle and jeans. The last was a crippled boy. He had a yellow shirt, blue sweat pants and a pair of crutches. Craig snapped a piece off of the red boy's taco.
" Craiiiig!" They whined in response.
" So these are your friends?" I asked. My hands were shaking from the stares I was getting from the other three.
" Yeah. Clyde, Jimmy and Token." He shrugged nonchalant. Awkwardly, I nodded and dug at the ground with my foot. W-what do I do!
" So are you enjoying your time so far?" Token softened up. Slowly I turned to the giant at my side.
" Yeah are you?" He taunted. I growl a yes.
" That's great! What classes do you have?" Clyde queried enthusiastically. I jumped at the sudden energy. H- He seems nice... Simultaneously, me and Craig grabbed for my time table. His hands were coarse and firm against mine which were relatively soft and frail. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second, but it broke as I instantly yanked away my flailing limb. His hand remained there during his examination of the paper.
" Maths, Work Shop, English, Science, Geo and Spanish." He addressed. His eyes widened, glaring directly through my soul, something he clearly lacks.
" The same as mine." He muttered.
" Hey I have some of those." Clyde giggled happily. How are these guys friends? The bell rang saving me from this glare-off which I was loosing. This time he advertently reached for my hand and linked it with his. ARGH! Why. the. actual. fuck. There was no luck fighting back as I was proved to repeatedly that I was the weaker of this pair. I bet you could tell from looking at me. I've always had a more feminine body type than the considered norm. And all who own this look are straight away deemed 'weak'. Guess I'm not a big help to that stereotype. Again thoughts clog my mind and I forget how to walk. The blue monster squeezes my hand to wake me because we're there. Blinking myself back to reality, I see him extremely close to my face. I'm able to see my own self in his eyes, he's that godamn close. My shake my head and my wild hair flies everywhere.
" Warn me before you do that." He aforementioned in a joking tone. All I can say is that... I AM CONFUSED. Very, extremely tremendously confused. He's ok with me all of a sudden? Was he always ok we me and I was being really uptight? Or does he just hate my guts and he's trying to fuck me up.
" I-I-I... wHY?" I yelped. He peeked at his sides.
" What do you mean Why?" He returned to his cold, nasally voice. I shrunk against the wall. Oh fuck. Yep, this is the part where my inability to communicate kicks in. The rest of my words were mindless babbles or noises. His face had an indifferent look on this situation right now. The teacher walks out and tells us to enter. We all huddle in and people sit down. I tap the teacher and ask where to sit since I have no idea where to.
" Um next to that boy." They lazily pointed to someone with a covering orange parka. I took my seat quietly. During the register, the boy next to me attempts to strike up conversation. He tells me his name is Kenny and asks for mine. Then he begins rambling about some sort of business he has with his parents.
" Wait a minute. Aren't you the son of my parents secret ingredient provider?" I rose an eyebrow.
" I was waiting for you to remember. Kenny McCormick? We used to hang out as babies." He placed a hand on my back. I gave out a sigh of pure relief. Finally, someone I know!
The rest of the lesson continued with me and Kenny getting the least amount of work done, and making inside jokes. The lesson finally came to an end and we all piled out. I bid farewell to McCormick as he had PE. When he passed by Craig, the high-fived and I felt immediately betrayed. Craig came my way and put his hand in mine again.
" Do you always hold hands with other boys?" I commented.
" Consider yourself lucky." He stated.
I froze as a little boy, yes even smaller than me shut up, crept behind Craig and yelled.
" CRAIG!" He squealed. Craig, completely unphased turned around.
" Heya poof poof." He greeted.
" Hiya fella! Who's this fellow blonde here?" He pointed towards me. This boy already looks...unusual. He had messy blonde short hair and fluffy yellow ball thing he's clutching onto. A turquoise jacket clothed his torso with black trouser for his bottom half.
" UM nGHG I'm Tweek!" I held out a trembling hand for him to shake...Instead of shaking it, HE WENT IN FOR A FRICKING HUG! OH GOD WHY.
" Don't mind him. He's really friendly." The berry blue Eifel tower comforted, just keep 'em coming.
" I'm Butters but Craig has always called me poof poof!" He beamed. Ya know. He doesn't seem like a threat. Much less scarier than fucking Sulley over there / I am vERy sOrRY fOrGIVe mE/.
" Wh-why's that?" I dug. Does Craig actually have a soft side?
" Well when we were back in elementary I'd always cry into my poofy toy. I'd play with it. It was like my best friend. When Craig became my real friend, he nick named me poof poof." He motioned a 'come closer' with his hand. I leaned in.
" He acts all big and scary to impress people but he can be really sweet. Really, he makes me dinner sometimes and comes over to mine to play chess!" He glanced at the boy impatiently tapping his foot. I grinned softly.
" You're a nice kid, Poof- Butters I mean." I corrected myself nervously. He laughed it off and said he can call me whatever you want.
" Cartman even calls me a little bitch. He says it means female dog! It's sooo cute!" Butters clapped his hands together. I stared at him in disbelief.
" That's - uh never mind." This Cartman wasn't wrong, but I'm almost 120.4% this dude didn't mean it the way it's originally intended. He shrugged and made his way to class. I caught up with Craig, gladly cupping his hand back in mine. He was shocked by this. The first time I've seen emotion on his face.
" Why so shocked. Aren't I the lucky one?"