Prepare for a long chapter. And remember, it took longer for me to type it than for you to read it.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. This disclaimer goes for the rest of the chappies just because I don't feel like putting it in constantly.

FIRST DAY

You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors

It's the morning of your very first day

You say hi to friends you ain't seen in a while

Try and stay out of everybody's way

-Fifteen

Taylor Swift

STAN

My hand pounds on the alarm clock, causing the massively annoying machine to stop. My eyes land on it and I learn that it's six am. Today is the day. The first day of the first year of high school. Oh my God.

I shoot up from bed and rush into the bathroom. From seeing the door closed, I expected Shelley to be hogging it. Then I remembered, Shelley wasn't here anymore. She left for college in Denver. Meaning that I finally didn't have to bang on the bathroom door for her to finish doing her hair, or applying unnecessary make up. Yes!

As I was brushing my teeth, I thought back to the advice my sister gave me for high school.

"Seeing that you're a freshman, expect to be greeted with quarters thrown at you the whole week."

"Quarters?"

"Yep. It's like a test. The higher grades see what kind of fresh meat their dealing with." She shrugged. "That or they just do it for fun. Don't worry, turd. I have fifty percent faith that you and the poor kid will make it."

"Gee, thanks." I say sarcastically. "Anything else?"

"Always stay out of the seniors' way. Never interact with them. Same thing for the juniors. They're, like, the seniors' lap dogs. As for sophomores', they're pretty cool. Not much to worry about from them. But they'll still throw quarters at you. Tradition. And the teachers are lame anyway, so I don't have to tell you anything about them. Oh, except Ms. Crane! The woman is a freaking witch. And she'll probably be hard on you because you're related to me. I kind of gave her trouble during my four years. Well, that's it. Have a nice life, turd."

"Shelley, wait!"

"I'm gonna be late!"

"I know, I know, but one more question."

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to say…bye. And thank you for all the times you were actually decent to me."

Shelley rolled her eyes. "God, turd. I'm just going to college, not disappearing forever! I'll see you during winter break." But she came to hug me anyway.

Wow. I can't believe that I actually miss her. Go figure.

I change into my signature look: white t-shirt, blue jeans, brown jacket, and gym shoes. Like the rest of my friends, I now only wore my hat whenever I was outside. Well, except Kyle, who hated his jewfro. Even Kenny put his parka hood down when he was inside.

In the kitchen, mom had prepared my breakfast. On the table were warm waffles smothered in syrup with a couple strawberries on top, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a large cup of orange juice.

I knew that she was now upstairs getting ready for work. Dad was already gone. He'd left me a note on my backpack saying, Good Luck with the beginning of the end of your life, son! Love, Dad. I laughed. Typical Randy Marsh.

As I began to eat my breakfast (which was extremely good!), I checked for any recent texts on my phone.

There was one from Kyle: U redy 4 high school?

I text back: Heck no! But do I have a choice? I wait for a reply.

Ha! Watever. C U the bus stop.

Yep, c u there.

Oh, good ol' Kyle.

"Stan, are you down there?" my mom calls.

"Yeah. I just finished breakfast. Thank you, by the way!"

She came down the stairs and kissed my cheek. "No problem, Stanley. Now get going, you don't want to miss your bus."

I noticed that she was inspecting my backpack. "Nice try, Mom. I already found the note." I laughed.

She looked up with a slightly embarrassed expression. "I was trying to make sure you didn't get to read that ridiculous thing. That man! Don't mind your father, honey, you'll be fine."

I gave her a reassuring grin. "I know. I got to go, Mom. Love you, bye."

I hear her tell her that she loved me too as I made my way out the door and into the cool fall air.

Placing my hat on my head, I make my way down the steps. I notice slight sprinkles of snow on the ground. Living in Colorado, it wasn't a surprise.

It was a five-minute walk to the bus stop. So I decided play a song from my iPod. After putting in the head phones, I choose the song Sweet Sixteen by The Wherewolves. Awesome song.

When I first met you

I was yet to come a teen

Well I just wasn't aware

That you more walk than these streets

And I couldn't tell

To tell the truth I was naïve

That you don't say what you mean

I sang along with the band. With this song being one of my favorites, I of course knew all the lyrics.

You ain't no sweet sixteen

Just the veteran of this scene

I'm calling you out, calling you out, no-oh oh-oh

You ain't no sweet sixteen

Hard to think that I believed

And I'm done with you now, done with you now, no-oh oh-oh

This continued until I made it to the bus stop and the song was over.

Putting away my iPod, I greeted them. "Sup guys."

"Hey, Stan. So today's the day." Kyle replied.

"Today's the day." I say back.

Kenny, being the playful person he was joined in, "Today is the day."

"For the love of God, shut up! This is all I've been hearing from everyone." Cartman yelled out.

Kenny seemed like he wanted to say it again, just for the sake of annoying our fat "friend". But he kept his mouth shut. He knew that Cartman wouldn't hold back on pushing him in front of the bus when it came, and Kenny was trying to die less and less nowadays.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

As I pull it out, Kyle asks who it is.

I look at the screen. "Wendy."

Wendy and I have kept our sturdy relationship, even after breaking up a couple of times during middle school. Mom suggested that she was the one. I just tell her not to jump ahead.

"Hi, Wends. What's up?"

"Stan, hey. Today's the day!"

Apparently Cartman heard. "Oh my God!"

I laugh. "Yep, sure is. I suspect that you already have your whole day planned out." She was always prepared like that.

"Definitely. Bebe's mom going to pick me up and we'll meet you guys there. I hope we have classes together." I imagined that she was giving a playful pout. Oh, my girl.

"Ha ha. Yeah, me too. I gotta go. Cartman looks like he's gonna snatch my phone and trash it any minute now."

"Ugh. That lard. Fine. See you later, Stan." And she hung up.

"Stan, dude, that chick of yours better not tick me off this year." Cartman warned me. "She may have kicked my butt in fourth grade, but I'll get her this time. I mean it."

I roll my eyes. "Sure, fatty. Whatever."

"I am not fat. The correct term is big-boned, you hippie!"

"Someone's in denial." Kenny sang. We all- with the exception of Cartman -laughed.

Pretty soon the bus pulled up and the doors opened. The bus driver gave us her usual demands. "SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!"

I grew out of back talking her. It wasn't really effective anyway.

"Just wait," Kenny said to us as we climbed in. "In a couple of years, we'll be driving our own cars."

That sounded promising.

We sat in our usual combinations. Kyle and I sat near the back together. In front of us was Butters. Cartman sat next to him. Kenny just found a cute girl to kick it with. Of course.

"You fellas nervous?" Butters asked.

Cartman shook his head. "Nope. Not me. I'll practically rule all those other losers."

"What are going to do? Sit on them?" Kyle scoffed. I had a hard time holding back my laughter. Butters, although, sighed. He knew where this was headed.

"You wanna go, Jew-boy!?"

"Oh, cool it, Cartman." Said Butters. He's really matured since seventh-grade, no longer a push-over. Though he was still very well mannered most of the time. He was like Kyle almost.

Kyle sank back into his seat, still snickering. I roll my eyes at my super best friend.

As soon as South Park High came into view, my heartbeat increased in speed.

There it was.

Dad's note came into mind. … the beginning of the end of your life. It began to feel that way.

I learned from Shelley that even though high school can be your glory days, it was nothing to mess with. The teachers either put you to sleep, or were pure evil; the students in the higher grades could be a nightmare; and the relationships were flying all over the place.

I instantly looked at Kenny. Who would he get with? I knew that he would find some girl within the first ten minutes we're there. Probably start off easy, then after a few weeks find one that was hard to get.

I didn't expect Cartman to fall under peer pressure. He'd probably cause it. Maybe he'd manipulate some poor soul into doing something drastic, like when he had Scott Tenorman eat his own parents. Ugh. I still can't shake away the memory.

Kyle. Kyle would most likely gain the trust, favor, and respect from all the teachers with the first week. Such a know-it-all. Hopefully, he won't get picked on for it. Not that I'm worried. Kyle can totally handle bullies. The Broflovski way.

And what about me? I had quite a reputation back in middle and elementary school. Stan Marsh: quarterback, boyfriend of Wendy Testaburger, generally liked by everyone, average all-American kid.

But now I was going to have to rebuild that. And I have to rebuild it in high school. During freshman year. Dear lord.

The bus stopped. I could've sworn that my heart and breathing did, too, for a split second.

"GET OFF!"

Most of the kids ran off with excitement. Other with dread. But I was so reluctant. Deep breaths.

"Dude, come on." Kyle shook me a little, gaining my attention. "You okay?"

"I-I'm fine."

But of course he knew the problem. "Stan, it's just a school. It's not poisonous."

He was right, as always. I breathed in and out once more before removing myself from my seat and making my way down the aisle. I started thinking back to the last thing Shelley told me before taking off. "Don't show fear, Stan. We Marshes are tough. We can get through almost anything."

Those seemed to be the perfect words. I put on a confident look and my feet touched the campus of a kid's nightmare.

Kenny sucked in a breath and exhaled saying, "Let's do this."

All of a sudden, someone shouted, "THE FRESH MEAT'S HERE!"

That when quarters were thrown. Lucky me, I expected it. I pulled an umbrella out of my backpack almost immediately, and successfully shielded myself from the coins. Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same from my friends, or the other freshmen for that matter.

I guessed that no one warned them like Shelley warned me. My mom's genes kicked in and I felt sorry for them. Then my dad's genes kicked in and I thought, Suckers!

We made a run for it inside the building. Once inside, Cartman was gasping for air. But that didn't stop him from shoving me. "Not warning us, protecting yourself, and making me actually RUN?! WTF, Stan?!"

"Sorry guys. I thought you knew. Especially you, Kenny. Didn't your brother give you a head's up?"

"Kevin didn't say anything about quarters. He said that they would be hostile, but never anything about quarters. That douche bag."

"Hey, at least it's over, right?" Butters tried looking on the right side. He didn't know how wrong he was.

The double doors opened behind us opened and in came Wendy and Bebe.

"You're all on my list!" Bebe shouted behind her.

Wendy saw me and ran up to hug me. "Stan!"

"Hey, Wends! They got you too, huh?"

"No duh, Stan! Those morons don't know who their dealing with!"

"Bebe, calm down. It's what they do. We are freshmen, after all. Might as well get use to it." Wendy tried to be the voice of reason.

"Freshman or not, I'm not spending my first high school being looked down on."

"Aw, does wittle pwincess Bebe need attention." Kenny mocked.

"Oh, shut up, perv. Which reminds me, did you knock anyone up, yet?"

As amusing as the conflict was, Kyle stepped in. "Guys, enough. It's pretty obvious that we're all going to have a rough first day. Do we really need this?"

Both blondes huffed and mumbled, "Fine.", "Whatever."

KYLE

Alright. First period. Biology. Luckily I have it with Stan and Kenny (and NOT Cartman).

Our teacher was Mr. Costello. And from what I heard, he was cool. Especially with new students. That should make class a lot easier.

"Okay, students. Feel free to choose sit anywhere. Assigned seats won't be for a couple of weeks." He said.

Stan called, "Ky, Ken, over here." He gestured to three desks in the middle. We agreed to always sit in the middle. In the front, you're in plain sight for the teacher. In the back, the teacher is always suspicious of you. Yep, the middle was perfect.

Everyone had found a seat, but before the active talking began, the bell rang, bringing the class to order. "Alright, students. My name is Mr. Costello, and this is-"

He was cut off when the door opened and a voice rang out, "I'm so sorry that I'm late. I know, this is not a good first impression."

The voice belonged to none other than Nichole. My heart goes rapid.

Nichole. I haven't seen her since fourth grade. The summer after, she broke up with Token because her family was moving away to Miami.

She looks much different than before. Her dark hair that used to be two poofs was now long and straightened. Her eyes were a little bigger and were a distinctive milk chocolate. Her usual attire was not exactly the same. She wore a white tank top with a somewhat transparent yellow cardigan, pink skinny jeans, and white converse. Nichole looked even more attractive than her former ten-year-old self.

And now she's single. And Token's here. And me, the guy who had wanted to go out with her. This is gonna be so awkward.

"Ah, yes, I understand. No worries. Welcome to first period biology! Have a seat."

Was I in trouble with God or something? Doesn't it seem a little strange that the only seat left was next to me on my right?

Stan, who was on my left, gave me a look, telling me that he was thinking about the same thing. Kenny smirked at me and began to pucker his lips as if he were kissing someone. I kick his desk in front of me.

"Kyle? Kyle Broflovski?"

Oh, crap.

"Nichole…hey."

She sat down. "Long time, no see. How are you?"

"Uh…good. I-I'm well."

Stan and Kenny held on to their laughter. In the corner of my eye, I saw Kenny mouth to Stan, "Well? Who says that?"

Stan snickers.

I make myself a mental note for payback.

Thank God for Mr. Costello. "So before we just jump on into biology lessons and homework and such, let's at least get to know each other. Starting with the first row, I want everyone to tell their names, a couple things we should know about them, and what they hope to accomplish this school year. I'll start it off. My name is Fred Costello. You should know that I'm in my late twenties; I have a fiancée, and a dog, Rufus. I hope to teach you quite a lot this year. Now you, go." He pointed to a boy on the end of the front row.

Kid after kid followed the instructions and gave their information.

"The name's Kenny McCormick." A couple of girls that Kenny had been with glared his way. "I'm kind of a heartbreaker, ladies, just to warn you. I also have a habit of dying and then coming back to life. So don't freak out if you witness one of my "incidents"." Anyone who didn't know Kenny looked at him as if he were insane. I didn't blame them. I mean, it does sound like something a mentally ill person would say. "I hope to…well, pass the ninth grade, mainly."

After a few more people came Stan. "I'm Stan. Stan Marsh. Uh, I'm into sports. And yes, I do have a girlfriend." He said to the girls who were staring lustfully at him. "I have an older sister, who you probably know, Mr. Costello. Shelley Marsh?"

"Shelley Marsh? I remember her!" he shuddered. "Please don't be offended if I keep a close eye on you."

"Oh, um, okay? Anyway, I hope to make it through the year without a scratch. Hopefully, that's not too much to ask."

My turn. "Kyle Broflovski. You can't really tell from a distance, but I'm a redhead. I'm Jewish, just thought that I'd tell you before a certain someone did." Ugh. Cartman. "I'm generally a calm person. I get annoyed easily, but, you know. I hope for this school year to be anything but complicated."

"Nichole Wilson. It's been a while since I was last year, so hopefully I can catch up with old friends." She looked at me. Wait, she looked at me? What was that suppose to mean? Did she want to talk later or something? Hey, she considers me a friend! "My family's expecting a baby soon, so I'm really excited about that. This school year, I would like to make-or remake-lots of friends." Again, she looked at me.

Please, don't let this school years be complicated.

CARTMAN

Ah, first period. The first god forsaken place to be in this god forsaken school.

To top that off, I didn't know anyone in here. How am I suppose to make fun of some random person? This may be one of those rare times where I wished that retarded Jew was here.

"Hey, Eric."

Who was that?

I turn and see-oh, great. Red. That chick is here.

"Jesus Christ! Red, what do you want?"

"Just trying to be friendly." She shrugged and smiled. Sick.

I decide to forget about her and focus on the teacher. Not what Ms. Lavern's teaching, though. I focus on her. This is how I find a person's weaknesses and what buttons to push. Apparently, her hair is in a sloppy bun; her clothes don't quite go well together, either. She looks slightly exhausted. Her eyes are puffy and have bags. So basically, she can be a nervous wreck. Judging the And then there's the fact that she doesn't have a ring stating that she's married. No, she has three. She must have gone through three divorces and hangs on to those rings for sentimental values. Not a wise choice if she wants men to notice her, even though those rings won't be the only thing to drive them away. Ms. Lavern also has two cats, Mittens and Fluffy, so says the picture on her desk in plain view. Wait, there's something else on her desk. Is…is that what I think that is? Oh, Hitler, it is. It's the star of David. Ms. Lavern's Jewish!

Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this one.

BUTTERS

"Hey, um, Butters?" Heidi tapped my shoulder. "Do you have a pencil that I could borrow?"

I sigh. Leave it to Heidi to be unprepared on the first day of school.

I reach into my bag and pull out a pencil. She smiles and takes it. "Thanks. I promise to give it back. Maybe at the end of the day?"

"Don't bother. You can keep it."

"Oh! Okay, thank you!"

My attention was then back on our health teacher.

"So our first lesson is on identifying bacterial matter. As of now, I want you to pair up with someone. Then I want the both of you to use a text book and write down the names of certain bacteria, where they are found, and whether or not they are harmful." He listed these topics on the board. "Get started."

Students started shuffling around to find a partner. Let's see, who would I work well with? Half of these guys use to bully me in elementary school. The other half would just make me do all the work. Oh, hamburgers. I'm sorry, but it's just a phrase I couldn't part with.

"E-excuse me? Are you working with anybody?"

I turn and see a girl who I don't recognize. She had dirty blonde hair that went a little past her shoulders. Her eyes were grey with a tiny hint of blue in them. The girl wore a lime green sweater dress with blue leggings and grey Ugg boots. She was a tad bit smaller than me. I could see that she was really nervous. She must be new.

"No, not really. You neither, huh?"

She blushed heavily.

I laughed a little. It was cute. "Yes, I'll work with you."

She smiled slightly and sat in a desk next to me. I pulled mine closer to her, closing the space, so we could both see the text book. Her blush deepened, if it was possible.

I hold out my hand for her to shake. "My name's Leopold Stotch. But everyone calls me Butters."

"Butters?"

"Ha ha. Uh, yeah, well. I know it's kind of weird but, you know, welcome to South Park."

She grabbed my hand a shook it. "Elizabeth Mayes. Liz for short."

"Make any new friends yet, Liz?"

"H-how did you know I was new around here."

"Well, you give off the impression."

She gasped. "Really? Darn it! I told myself I would be confident!" she smacked her forehead repeatedly.

"Hey, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with feeling a little uneasy about a new area filled with new people."

"Yeah, right."

"Seriously."

She looked doubtful. "I probably seem so stupid right now."

"No way! Look, if you like, I'll introduce you to some of my friends at lunch. Would that be alright?"

"I don't know. I'll most likely embarrass myself and you. Are you sure?"

I give her a reassuring smile that always seemed to put others at ease. "Positive."

She gave me a surprised look. "Um, okay. Alright then. Thanks, Butters."

"No problem. Now let's identify some germs."

Liz laughed. She had a very pretty laugh.

After a moment, she said, "Hey, Butters?"

"Hm?"

"Has…anyone ever thought of calling you, I don't know, Leo? You know short for Leopold?"

Huh. I've never been asked that question before. Leo would make more sense wouldn't it? "Actually, come to think of it, no."

"Well, then I guess I'll be the first, Leo."

I grinned. "Yeah. I guess you will be, Lizzie."

KENNY

Okay, one class down, six more to go (when you exclude lunch and free period).

Passing through the hallway, I pass a group of junior girls. Hm, they're pretty.

"'Sup girls." I say as I pass them up.

I notice some of them are rolling their eyes. I hear statements such as, "Grayson would kill that guy. He hates when other boys flirt with me.", "He's cute. Too bad he's a freshman, huh?", "Oh, please. No thank you.", and "I think he winked at me. He has quite the set of eyes."

Oh, the usual response. Some girls were obviously attracted to me, so they were the easiest to get. Then there are the ones who don't play so nice. They're the best.

"I know that idiotic smile anywhere, McCormick." Bebe Stevens says, coming up next to me.

"What. I'm just getting the feel for the school."

"Oh, getting the feel is right. You do know that sexual harassment is against school rules, right?"

"Mind your own business, Stevens. Half of those didn't seem to mind."

She rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, "I bet."

We were just outside of my next class when I turned to her. "Why are you following me, anyway?"

She stared at me as if I had just grown two heads. "Me? Following you? Don't flatter yourself, you immortal man whore. I just happen to happen to have history class with you."

And with that, she shoved past me, giving me another glare, and went inside.

I'll admit. That was pretty hot.

WENDY

"OMG! Nichole!"

I run to hug her. "What are you doing back here?"

"Miami wasn't really all that great. Plus, we missed it here. How're you doing?"

"Me? I'm great."

"And what about you and Stan?"

"Still going strong. Our relationship couldn't be better."

Nichole smiled. "That's awesome! I'm so happy for you guys. Keep it up and you might be the high school sweethearts. But be careful. I saw him in my last class, and like most of our guys friends, he's become quite a heart throb. You might have competition."

I smiled at the thought. That, indeed, would be awesome. The whole idea about other girls, although, was not.

"What's your next class?" I change the subject.

"Oh, um, I think it's government."

I gasp. "That's awesome! Me, too! Come on, we can walk together."

Nichole accepts. "So… Wendy. What's up with everyone. Anything change?"

I thought back to our friends. "No not really. Cartman still a fat, Hitler loving douche. Craig still flips people off every chance he gets. Tweek is still a paranoid mess. Bebe's just as dramatic as ever. Kenny is still a pervert, but he dies less often now…."

"What about Token."

I have a feeling about where this is going. "Token. Token's alright. He hasn't changed much either. He took it kind of hard when you left."

"I bet. And Kyle?"

"Kyle? What about him?"

"How did he take it? Is he still the Kyle I knew from fourth grade?"

I sigh. Yep, I definitely know where this is going. "Well, Nichole, we've all changed somewhat over the past four years. He's not exactly the same, but overall, I guess he is. But if you really want to get some dirt on him, you should probably talk to Stan or Kenny. I wouldn't really trust Cartman-"

"Oh, Wendy, no! It's not like that! I'm just, uh…"

I laugh. "It's fine. I get it. You don't want the school year to be awkward because of two old flames. Don't worry about it, N."

Nichole took deep breaths. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. It shouldn't be too weird, right?"

Actually, it was going to be really weird. But I wouldn't tell her that.

CRAIG

"I freakin' hate this." I growl.

Tweek looked at me with fear in his eyes. "W-what? What's wrong? What hap-ppening?!"

Oh, God. Here we go.

I pat his back. "Tweek, buddy, it's cool. Nothing's wrong. I'm just so bored with this class. I can't imagine months of this."

Token, who sat on my left, said, "Come on, Craig. The Mr. Knowles hasn't even started class yet. It's just attendance."

I flip him off.

"Whatever." He turns and faces forward.

"Craig Tucker." The teacher called.

Resisting the urge to flip him off as a reply, I simply say, "Present."

Thank goodness that Tweek decided to go back to writing in his journal. No one really knows what he writes in there. His parents decided to have him write his feelings and inner thoughts inside of it. Sort of like a diary, but not really.

"Tweek Tweak."

Tweek's head shot up. "GAH! WHO SAID THAT!?"

"Tweek, calm down, dude. It's alright. Just say that you're here."

"No need, Mr. Tweak. That outburst was enough to announce your presence." Mr. Knowles said, rubbing his ears.

"Charlie Twain."

"Here."

"Ginger Underwood."

"Here."

"Callie Vanderlin."

"AH! WHO WAS THAT?!"

Ow! Whoever said that was sitting behind me, apparently.

I turn around.

A chick with long, messy black hair is there. Her hair almost covers her whole heart-shaped face, but I can still make out the features. Her lashes were long. Her skin was fair and she had slight freckles. She wore a Beatles t-shirt with blue jeans, black high-tops, and dozens of bracelets. But those eyes…I knew that look. Those hazel eyes held the same paranoia and fear and shock that Tweek's would hold.

Oh, no. Not another one.

"WHO CALLED MY NAME!"

Tweek was in full freak out mode now. "WHY IS THERE YELLING!"

Callie and Tweek end up in a screaming match.

"Jesus Christ." Mr. Knowles sighed.

Token told me, "Craig, get Tweek's coffee out of his book bag."

I did as he said, pulling out a canister filled with warm, caffeinated coffee. I hand it to Tweek. "Here, dude."

He takes it, and chugs it down gratefully. Once he finishes, he says, "Thanks, Craig."

Callie notices the canister in his hand. "Is that what I think is?"

"What this?" Tweek said, holding up his coffee.

"YES! YES, THAT! PLEASE LET ME HAVE SOME! PLEASE!"

Tweek takes another sip and hands the coffee to Callie, who then inhales the rest of it.

These two were so alike, it was freaky. And from the looks Token and everyone else were giving them, they were thinking the same thing.

The now calm Callie resumed to what she was doing before: writing in a journal.

Oh, yeah. It's freaky.

STAN

Why did third period have to be on the other end of the school? Why couldn't I just have free period like Kenny. Gosh, I'm so exhausted from running here.

I take a seat and try to catch my breath.

As class is about to start, a dark-haired, muscular guy walks up to the girl with honey colored hair sitting next to me.

"Kirsten, how's it going." He grins at her.

This Kirsten girl takes on an annoyed expression. "Fine, Justin. Bye, Justin."

"Oh, come on. Don't be so cold."

Kirsten rolls her eyes, and continues with pulling out a notebook and pencil.

Justin glances at me. I turn away from his gaze, acting as if I hadn't just seen him get rejected.

Soon, he is front of my desk. "Hey there, man. Mind moving for me?"

Wait a minute. Did he seriously just tell me to move? "I was here first, dude. Guess you have to get your own seat."

Half of the class was looking now. Especially Kirsten, who was looking wit intrigue.

Justin's grin disappeared. "I don't think I was asking a question."

"And I don't think I care." I know that I probably shouldn't be getting into it with anyone, but the Marsh genes in me won't back down. Thanks a lot, Mom and Dad.

Before things could really get ugly, the teacher intervened. "Mr. Coleman, class has started. Have a seat."

Justin didn't move.

"Mr. Coleman, have a seat. Now."

"Yeah, Mr. Coleman." I scoff. "Have a seat."

A chorus of oohs and ahhs occur.

Justin obviously knew that he wasn't going to win this battle. "Yes, sir." He growled. Whether it was directed to the teacher or me, I didn't know.

Whispers traveled throughout the room. Kirsten threw a smile my way.

No other events happened during the class, but I could tell that every few moments, Justin would glare at me from behind.

And then I knew that I had made my first enemy.

KYLE

"Well aren't you lucky, Kyle."

"What are you talking about, Cartman?" I can't believe that we're chemistry partners! Kill me now!

"Ms. Lavern is a Jew. Looks like I won't be bombing you and your family as often."

Normally, I would be kind of happy about that, but not in this case. I've seen Ms. Lavern, and she looks like the type of woman who would freak out under too much pressure. Almost like Tweek, but not as extreme.

"Eric, leave the woman alone."

"You would like that wouldn't you. You would love for me to leave your kind alone. News Flash, Kyle, Hitler didn't stop until the moment his heart stopped beating, and I won't either."

"His heart stopped beating because he was a homicidal maniac who killed himself. Let's just see how you end up, lard face."

Before Cartman came out with his comeback, his phone buzzed.

"Dude! Your phone is on? Why didn't you turn it off before class?" I whisper.

"Because, Kyle, the "No Cell Phones" rule is retarded and full of crap. What if there's a fire. I'm not going to trust these homos to call for help." Cartman pulls the phone out of his pocket to check the text.

"If there is a fire, someone will pull the fire alarm and the fire department will be on their way, you idiot! Put it away!" I'm so lucky that the chemistry teacher didn't see or hear us.

"Calm down, calm down. Jeez, shake some of that sand out of your vagina."

My fists slammed the table. "I DON'T HAVE SAND IN MY VAGINA!"

It wasn't really loud, but loud enough for the bordering tables to hear. Some of them looked this way. But Cartman was oblivious to this. He just kept checking the text.

"Whoa! How the heck did that freak red-head get my number?"

"What?"

"Red! Red texted me! What the crap? That Stalker!"

"Well what did she say?"

"That I left my text book and that she'll give it to me at lunch."

I thought about it for a moment. "Hey, you don't think that she could be into you, do you?"

After a moment, his foot kicked the seat from under me and I fell, grabbing the whole class' attention.

"See? I told you to stop rocking in your seat and look at what happened!" Cartman turned to the teacher. "Jews today."

THIRD PERSON POV

Ah, lunch. The perfect time to hang out.

The gang meets out in the courtyard for lunch. Not all together, though. At a table in the east side were Craig, Clyde, Token , and Tweek. All the way on the west side sat Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Bebe, Wendy and Nichole on a huge blanket in the grass that Wendy had brought and kept in her locker.

EAST SIDE

"I'm telling you, there was a short, small connection. They didn't even know." Craig whispered to Token.

"Maybe, it takes a while. Maybe they're both too glitchy too realize it."

"Hey, Tweek. What do you think of that Callie girl?" Craig asked his friend.

"Callie? The one who drank my coffee?"

"Yeah, her."

"What about her?"

"What do you think about her? Do you think she's pretty? Do you notice how alike you are?"

"Why would I be thinking about her? Did she want me to call her pretty? And how are we alike? WHAT IS GOING ON?"

Craig sighed as Clyde was holding back his chuckling. "Forget it. Drink your coffee."

WEST SIDE

"So why did Red text you?" Kenny asked."Who knows? The girl is mental?"

Kyle's eyes widened. "She's mental? She's mental? Cartman, Red isn't the one who kicked a chair out from under me and blamed my religion! Just because I asked-"

"Shut up, Kyle! Never speak of it!"

Stan was about to ask what they were talking about, but decided that he didn't want to know.

"What do you expect, Kyle? It's Cartman." Bebe stated.

"Unfortunately, that's true."

Nichole laughed a little from Kyle's comment and he smiled.

Stan and Wendy obviously saw and gave each other a knowing look.

All of a sudden, a voice rang out, "Well look who's here."

Unfortunately, Stan knew the voice and knew that it was Justin behind him. With friends. "Hello, Mr. Coleman."

"Oh, so we're still playing that game, sir?"

So it was aimed at me, Stan thought. "We could play other games. You pick."

"How about a game where my fist meets your face."

Wendy placed her hand on Stan's shoulder, knowing where this would lead to.

Stan sighed. "Look, dude, this is ridiculous. Over a desk? Really?"

"Yeah, J. That does seem really stupid." One of Justin's friends admitted.

Justin turned to him. "Shut up, Chris!" He once again faced Stan. "And for your information, it's not about the desk. It's about that smart mouth you have, Marsh. Some people don't take too kindly to that."

"Thanks, I'll try to remember that next time you want to steal my seat to hit on a girl who's not even into you. Now can I eat my lunch in peace."

Justin grimaced. "Sure. Go ahead and eat, Marsh. Enjoy that good jaw of yours before something breaks it.

"Whatever." Stan mumbled.

He leaves and Kyle said, "I'm taking him as the guy you had an encounter with last period."

"You would be correct."

"As always." Kenny added.

Kyle wanted to deny, but he couldn't. And he kind of took pride in that. So instead, he said, "I'm going to get something from the vending machine. Anybody want anything?"

"I'll just come with you." Stan got up with Kyle and the head towards where the vending machines were.

Meanwhile, Bebe was watching Cartman eat. And she was disgusted. "Cartman, for the love of God! Stop literally stuffing your fat face!"

"It's called being big-boned, tramp. Get it right." He said in between chews.

"Yeah, princess. Let the guy literally stuff his 'big-boned' face." Kenny said to Bebe.

"Why don't you literally throw yourself under a bus?"

"Or I could just literally stab you in the back."

"I have a better idea. Why don't the both of you literally shut up!" Wendy suggested.

Kenny and Bebe both huffed and mumbled, "Fine.", "Whatever."

"Hey, Wendy."

"What do you want, Cartman."

"Why don't you and Nichole-literally-go and check out those two girls flirting with Stan and Kyle. Literally. I mean it, I'm sick of looking at you."

But Wendy didn't answer. She was too busy watching as the girls were talking to her boyfriend and his best friend. Giggling at their replies.

"Looks like I'm going to have to literally rip their faces off." She growled under her breath.

"And looks like I'm going to have to go with you to literally hold you back." Nichole said as she got up with Wendy and towards the group next to the vending machines.

The three remaining kids sat and ate their lunch in silence until Butters showed up, pulling some girl in tow. "Hey, fellas."

"Hey, Butters. Who's this?"

"This is Liz. She's new in town and I wanted her to meet you all." He looked around. "But where is the rest of 'you all'?"

"Two skanks are rubbing up on Stan and Kyle. Their women are handling it." Cartman explained.

"Of course." Butters said it like it was an everyday thing. "Wait, Kyle doesn't have a woman."

"Nichole." Kenny, Bebe, and Cartman all said in union.

"Oh. She back? Wow. I wonder when those two are going to actually get together."

While the group laughed, Liz was trying to follow on what was going on. But seeing that she didn't know these people, it was just awkward. And Bebe saw this.

"Come on, Liz, sit by me. Us to girls can hang out while the guys do guy stuff."

With a grateful smile, Liz accepted the invitation.

Meanwhile….

"…that's so hilarious." a Latina, one of the girls who were talking to Stan and Kyle, was saying. Then she noticed Wendy and Nichole. "Is there something you need?"

"Oh, no." Stan knew that look on his girlfriend's face. It was her jealous look. And it wasn't good whenever she was wearing that look. Not for anyone.

"Yes." Wendy said the kindest way she could. "I need for you two to back far away from this boys here. Their taken."

Kyle gained a confused expression. Nichole stared at Wendy with disbelief and blushed.

The one with honey-colored hair stepped closer to Stan while the Latina moved closer to Kyle.

"I'm pretty sure that they can speak for themselves." The honey-color haired one said.

Stan decided that enough was enough. "Actually, Kirsten, Wendy is my girlfriend. So…yeah."

Wendy smiled with triumph. "You heard him. Bye."

"What about the you? Dating anybody?" the Latina asked Kyle.

He shook his head. "Not that I know of."

"I believe we told you to leave." Nichole busted out coldly. She just felt a small amount a jealousy within her.

"Fine." The girl glared at Nichole before backing away from Kyle. But neither of the girls left just yet. "I hope you guys are going to the Kick-Back."

"Kick-Back?"

"Didn't you know?" Kirsten questioned. "Every year the students of South Park High go into the woods and throw a party. Being freshmen, it's gonna be our first time. It should be awesome."

She glanced at Wendy and Nichole before turning back to the boys. "You guys will be there, right?"

Stan's eyes held excitement. "Heck yeah! We'll totally be there." Kyle shrugged, but glared at his best friend.

"We will definitely be there." Wendy emphasized.

Kirsten scowled at her. "Great. Come on, Helena. Let's let the love birds do their thing." The girls then sashayed away.

To break the awkward silence that had formed, Kyle pulled out two bags of Doritos and said, "Um, I got the chips, so…."

"I literally don't like them." Said Nichole.

"I think that they literally have AIDS." Replied Wendy.

"They probably literally fling themselves on all the guys they pass by."

"They must literally sleep with their teachers to get good grades."

As this continued, Kyle and Stan stared at each other in confusion.

CLYDE

Lunch was so funny. Craig and Token were constantly trying to bring up this "Callie" to Tweek and he would either not get it, or freak out and scream, "TOO MUCH PRESSURE!". It was hilarious! Well, up until Craig gave me the middle finger and told me to shut up.

Now, I'm just relaxing, enjoying free period. I'm still in the courtyard, lying in the grass looking into the sky. It's peaceful.

"What do you see?" And now it's not.

"Excuse me."

A girl with mahogany hair came into view, blocking the sky and it's calm content. Her hair was in a ponytail, her clothes consisted of baggy jeans, a pink tank top, a white, plaid shirt over that and a pair of toms. Her eyes were a strange shade of grey, and were slightly covered by her bangs.

"What do you see? In the sky?"

"Not much, actually. You're kind of in the way."

"Oh! Sorry." She backed up about a foot.

I sighed. "It's fine, I guess."

After a while she said, "So?"

"'So' what?"

"What do you see now?"

It was obvious that this girl wasn't going to leave me alone, until I answered her. I know that because I asked her and she just shrugged. Sigh. "Okay. I see, um, blue sky…clouds. The moon is over there."

"That's it." She began to laugh.

I started to get irritated. "Well, what do you see then?"

She walked over to me, still giggling somewhat, and lied down next to me.

"I see…a hand."

"A hand? Where?"

"Right there. See?" she pointed to my right. I squinted to see, but it was just a cloud.

"Just try to form it into a hand with your mind. Imagine it as a hand, and that's what it will look like."

So that's what I tried doing. I kept thinking, hand. Hand. This cloud is a hand. Hand. And suddenly, the cloud looked different. It didn't look like just a cloud. It looked like, like…a hand.

"Whoa."

"Told you." She smiled. "Now I see a bunny. You?"

"Um, I think it's a…an apple."

"Cool."

I turn to her. "Who are you?"

"Sam." She said simply. "And you're Clyde."

"H-how did you know that?" WTF?

"I'm kind of offended that you don't remember me."

"I don't recall even meeting you."

Sam looked at me with a hurt expression. "You don't remember your best friend from kindergarten? Has it really been that long?"

Best friend? From kindergarten? What was she-Oh. My. God. "SAM?!"

"Well, you actually use to call me Sammy, but yeah."

"Holy crap! You're alive?! How is this possible? I thought… the police they…and your parents…what is going on?"

"I would tell you, Clyde. But then-"

"You would have to kill me?!"

"Actually, I would make you late for sixth period." She began to get up.

"Sam, wait! When…when can we talk?"

"Not sure." She started to walk away.

I grabbed my bag and quickly followed. "But, but-okay, are you going to the Kick-Back?"

"I don't know."she kept walking.

"Well-come! And then we can talk. We'll talk there alright?"

She looked at me for a while. "Okay."

"Thank you!" the bell rang, drawing my attention to the building behind us.

I turned back to Sam."I'll see you there-" There was no one there.

She was gone.

TOKEN

I was on my way to class when I ran into someone, causing me to drop my books.

"Ugh, I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you."

My head snapped up. I knew that voice…. "N-Nichole?"

She then looked up at me. "Token…"

Of all the places for Eric Cartman to be, it had to be in this corridor. "Drama Bomb!" he sang.

After helping me, we both stood up, still staring at each other. Her at me with nervousness and fear. Me at her with shock and disbelief. "Nichole….You're back?"

Cartman, apparently, was still watching. "No duh, retard! She right in front of you!"

"Token, I, um…."

"Just spit it out girlfriend!"

"Y-yes. I am back. I am…back."

"Oooooh, this is so good!"

"How long have you, I mean, you could've said hi."

Tears began to form in her eyes.

Cartman was still here, even though the corridor was empty. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod."

"Sorry, I just *sniff* I, I…"

"So what does this mean? For us?"

Cartman gasped. "OMG, I can't believed that he just asked that."

"I-I don't know Token, I…." she immediately wiped away stray tears.

"Stay strong, Nichole! Whatever you do, stay strong!"

I feel like the biggest jerk on earth. I'm making her freaking cry! "Nichole-"

"Listen Token, I'm back and I'm staying. But that doesn't change anything. It doesn't mean that we're getting back together. So it's best that we just move on. This is the first day of high school for goodness sakes." She then walks away.

I stand there, stunned.

"Wow. You go girl!"

Ugh. Cartman.

BEBE

"Either of you guys thinking about going to the Kick-Back?" I ask Clyde and Kyle, the only two people I really know in my class. Other students were just familiar faces. I couldn't really talk to them.

"Oh yeah. Definitely." Clyde said with determination. That's weird. He's never sounded so sure about something before.

"According to Stan I am." mumbled Kyle under his breath.

"Alright, what's up with you two?"

"Nothing. There's just some stuff I need to figure out." Clyde murmured.

"Kyle?"

He looked hesitant for a minute before saying, "Have you noticed how Stan sometimes speak for me with my permission. I know that he means well and that he just wants to have fun with me doing whatever he's got us doing, but it gets a little irritating."

"Have you told him that."

"I was hoping that he would figure that out on his own. No such luck."

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Kyle, you're right. He does just want to have fun with you. Maybe if you two actually communicate instead of just thinking that the other will immediately know what you're feeling, you wouldn't have to worry about issues like this. Plus, Stan's right. You should totally go."

He shugged. "I'm not really into things like that. And in the woods? Seriously?"

"I guess it's your decision." I sigh. "Anyway, I plan on looking really sexy. Maybe attract some serniors."

Kyle chuckles.

"What?"

"It's just that…you and Kenny are so alike."

My jaw drops open. "No freakin' way!"

"No," Clyde chimes in. "He's right. You and Kenny could be, like, related or something. Maybe the same person even."

"Give me some examples. How?"

"Well, you're both blonde."

Leave it to Clyde to state the obvious. "Yeah, no kidding."

Kyle added, "You both love attention from the opposite sex."

"Both of your relationships last about a week or less."

"Shall we go on?"

I slouch in my seat and huff. They obviously had no idea what they were talking about. Aside from our hair color, Kenny McCormick and I had nothing in common.

STAN

"So I was thinking of joining the cheerleading squad." Wendy admits.

It's eighth period and the teacher is asleep. Yes, you heard right. The teacher is asleep. Apparently the school hired a drunkard, who keeps his vodka bottles on his desk for everyone to see. It's unbelievable. Then again, look at where we live.

"It's no secret that I'm going for football." I look at Kyle. "You should do basketball, dude. That's totally your thing."

"Hm, I guess."

"Really. You're the best I know. You could totally be captain."

"Just like you're quarterback?" I hear him mumble under his breath.

What was that suppose to mean? Whatever. Maybe his last class was just sucked or something.

Turning back to Wendy, I ask her with a flirtatious tone, "So, should I pick you up for the Kick-Back?" Despite being just fourteen with no license, we could all drive. And it's not like the adults, or police for that matter, care.

"No, actually. I'll be picking the girls up, meaning that I'll just meet you there."

I give a playful pout. "It's like I barely get you to myself anymore."

She laughs. "Relax." She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, "We'll have plenty of time alone tonight."

I pull back and grin. How lucky was I?

NICHOLE

"Hey there, Nichole. It's nice to see you again." I hear from behind me. I turn and find Butters.

"Butters! Hey! Wow. Four years and look how you turned out, you're really cute."

"Aw, thanks." He looked at the blonde girl next to him. "This is her. Liz, meet Nichole. Nichole, this is my new friend, Liz."

The girl was obviously shy. She meekly waved.

"Hey, Liz. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too. Leo's told me a lot about you." She then removes her focus back to the notes she was taking on the lesson in front of us.

"Whoa, Butters. Leo? You two are on nickname basis now?"

"Ha, um, yeah. I guess you could put it that way."

"How cute!"

"Yeah right, Nichole. We're just friends. Speaking of love lives, how are you and Token. Did you guys reconcile now that you're back?"

There's instantly a lump in my throat. "Uh, I don't really want to talk about it."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Butters could take a hint.

"It's just….It was so embarrassing. He…and Cartman was there…."

"Oh, lord."

"I-I just need to move on."

He gives me one of his comforting smiles. "It'll be okay."

I smile and nod. Thank goodness Butters was so easy to talk to.

KYLE

"Boys, I made chocolate chip cookies. Do you want some?" Mrs. Marsh asks.

I couldn't resist saying yes and neither could Stan. Her cookies were awesome!

She then went off to fix our plates.

The habit of coming to Stan's house after school continues. Kenny and Cartman don't do it as often, but Stan and I still walk here every day.

"So Ky, Kenny's gonna use his pick-up truck to, well, pick us up." Stan laughed at his own joke.

I roll my eyes. "Har har. Very funny. Look, Stan, I'm still not sure about this whole Kick-Back thing. I mean, who knows what those kids do out in the woods at night. With alcohol. Probably even drugs."

"Kyle, Kyle, Kyle. First of all, who said we were drinking, or taking drugs." He whispered the second sentence so his mom wouldn't overhear. "And second of all, this our first party of high school. We have every reason to go. Plus, it sounds like it would be fun."

I'm not entirely convinced and he can see it. So he adds, "And I bet Nichole will be there."

Now I'm convinced.

Well, there it is. It took a few days to type the whole chapter, so I really hope you guys like it. The next one might take a while too. R and R!