AN: So sorry for the long wait! I was extremely busy with school and exams and camp. Now that I'm less swamped with things to do, I've finally found time to write this chapter. Updates show be more frequent now.

I've selected eight OCs for On The Edge. I liked all of the OCs submitted, and I'm extremely sorry if I didn't select yours. I wish I could use all of them, but in order to give the OCs and canon characters sufficient appearances, I had to narrow down my selection to eight. The OCs I've chosen are:

Bonnie Snyder

Alison Jenson

Nicole Walker

Kim Campos

Riot May

Kyra McCloud

Annabelle Dale

Lucky Day

Kay! Now let the story commence! :D


Chapter One

More than half of the Juniors of South Park High School woke up with their heads pounding, a reminder of the previous night at Stan's house for his back-to-school bash. Most of these students dragged themselves to school, their blood-shot eyes barely open and their heads still spinning as they griped about hangovers that took just about forever to shake.

Of course, some (though few) woke up feeling completely fine because they hadn't been dumb enough to drink on a school night, like Kyra McCloud, who had never touched alcohol in her life.

A few students, such as Kyle Broflovski and Lucky Day, who had had the common sense to shove an aspirin down their throats before passing out on their beds, woke up without the hangover that plagued their classmates.

Then there were those that had woke up with splitting head aches, launched their poor alarm clocks at the wall, rolled over and went straight back to sleep, like Christophe DeLorn.

The final group of students were so completely knocked out that they'd slept through their alarms and were still out cold, like Clyde Donovan and Damien Thorn.

Even as the students walked (stumbled) through the halls of their school with Eric Cartman calling random people bitches and Craig Tucker flipping everyone (except Tweek) off, they couldn't keep the small smiles off their faces.

Welcome to the second day of Junior Year at South Park High School.


Riot May was in a bad mood.

Here's how it happened.

She'd gotten drunk out of her mind at Stan's party, and snuck back into her room at two in the morning. Then she had passed out on her bed without taking any painkillers. At four, Clyde had called her crying (she was still trying to figure out why) and wouldn't let her go back to sleep for another half hour. Her alarm clock had decided to be a bitch and ring extra loudly just to be annoying. And as the cherry on top, her grandmother had chosen that day to start working out, and was too busy doing knee lifts to bring Riot to school, so she had to run in order to make it to school on time.

She dashed into her homeroom (306) and collapsed into a seat next to Craig. None of the other zombiefied Juniors bothered to look up.

Craig looked at her, his eyebrows raised. "You look like crap." He stated fatly, flipping her off.

"Go die," Riot snapped, shooting her friend her best death glare.

She was aware of how she looked, and she didn't need Craig pointing it out, thank you very much. Her eyes were blood-shot, and her purple contacts only made them look redder. She was wearing jeans a size too big for her, some random crumpled shirt she found on the floor and mismatched socks. In addition to that, her fire-truck red locks were in a tangled mess and her fringe sticking out in all directions. Her glare intensified when she realized that Craig looked completely normal, like he always did. How was that fair?

"How come you get to look like that," she stabbed an accusing finger at Craig. "And I'm plagued with looking like this?" She gestured wildly at her tangled red layers and tugged on her shirt. "I don't even know if this is CLEAN."

"Maybe because I bothered to take some aspirin?" He deadpanned, flicking his black hair out of his icy blue eyes. "Seriously Riot. It's sooooo retarded to forget."

"Your face is retarded," The red head grumbled, laying her head on the vandalized table. Apparently AD loves BK, and GR is a bitch.

"My heart is bleeding."

"Boo freaking hoo."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Craig's lips. "Guess the hangover hasn't toned down your sacasm."

"Yeah, I've been spending too much time with you."

The black haired teen ran his tongue over his braces. "Please, you're worse than me." Then he grinned. "The eyeshadow on your left eye is green, but the other one's purple."

"Shut up, Craig."


Lunch was every student's favourite time of day. Normally, the cafeteria was filled with chatting, laughter, screaming, and the occasional food fight. But that day, it was filled with groans, whining, and a couple of students passing out into their burnt Mac N Cheese.

Looking up from her tray, Kyra glanced at her friends. It looked like she and Kyle were the only ones not in danger of fainting onto their food. Kenny didn't even have a tray in front of him. Kyra frowned, her brown eyes filling with concern. She was about to hand him her apple when Cartman slammed two trays of food onto the table, and pushed one over to the poor teen, whose eyes lit up.

"Here you go, po' boy," Cartman plopped down next to Stan, who scowled.

"Not so loud, fatass," The quarterback groaned, "My head's pounding like a bitch."

Kyra bit back a grin and nudged Annabelle, who winked at her.

"Ay! I'm not fat!" Cartman snapped. "Shut up, you damn hippie!"

Kim's head snapped up. "Oh my gosh, both of you just shut up!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up and hit Derrick, Annabelle's twin brother, by accident. "Sorry, Derrick." The short girl smiled apologetically at Derrick.

"Why don't you just-" Stan began.

"Thanks, Eric!" Kenny said loudly, cutting the blue-eyed boy off.

Cartman offered his best friend a small smile. "Whatever, Kinny."

Kyra smiled. To her, it was obvious that Cartman did care about Kenny. He just didn't think it was cool to show it. Especially since he had lost weight and was now on the football team. He had a reputation to upkeep.

"I'm just happy to be eating lunch at twelve like a normal person." Kyle mused, shoving a grape into his mouth.

"Totally," Kyra nodded enthusiastically. They had all complained during sophomore and freshman year about being forced to eat at eleven, when NOBODY WAS HUNGRY. "I mean, come on. Who's hungry at eleven?"

"NO ONE!" All eight teens yelled at the same time, dissolving into laughter.

Since no one else got their inside joke, they were met with a united scream from the rest of the students in the cafeteria.

"SHUT UP!"


The double doors to the gym burst open. The cheerleaders all looked up. None other than Tammy Warner strutted in, her dyed black ponytail swishing. That sort of entrance could only mean one thing: She was decarling herself top dog. She'd been elected as head cheerleader.

Bonnie Snyder gazed at her in horror. Tammy Warner was not only the biggest flirt in school, she was a total bitch as well. Bonnie didn't mind most of the seniors. In fact, she was friends with a few of them, But she couldn't stand Tammy. The way she walked (more like strutted) down the corridors as if she was better than everyone else, how she would claw at anyone who annoyed her with her sharp pedicured nails, and the horrible sweeter-than-sugar tone she used when shredding someone's confidence, leaving the often innocent victims rushing to the bathroom with tears streaming down their cheeks. Bonnie always wanted to see the best in everyone, but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find a single positive thing about Tammy.

"Listen up!" She snapped. "I'm your new head cheerleader. I'm top of the social ladder. If you don't listen to me, if you offend or annoy me in any way, I will destroy you. Got it?"

A wave of silence rushed over the cheerleaders. Bonnie felt sick, and it wasn't because of her hangover. Out of all the people Coach Amber could choose, she picked Tammy OMG-do-you-really-need-those-CALORIES Warner.

"GOOD!" She snapped her fingers. "Five, six, seven, eight!"

'Who's That Chick' started blaring through the speakers. Caught off guard, the cheerleaders banged into each other as they scrambled to get into position.

As she executed the moves of the complicated routine, Bonnie's eyes darted around. The whole squad was half a count off. Some of them were just staring blankly into space.

Her green eyes widened when Wendy and Lola didn't have the strength to hold up Nicole Walker, sending her tumbling down.

Then Alison had tried to cartwheel, but crashed into Red. Butters and Pip looked around frantically for the girl they were supposed to carry, Lily, who was on the other side of the room. The whole routine was one big, disorganized mess, courtesy of late nights and alcohol. Bonnie prayed that the song would end.

As the music was about to end, Bonnie heaved a sigh of relief. Until she was grabbed from behind and tossed into the air. She shrieked as she fell straight onto Kenny, sending both of them crashing to the floor.

"Sorry!" She whispered, her cheeks heating up. "I totally forgot about the end!"

He shot her a smile that turned her legs to jelly. "Its fine," he grabbed her hand and tugged her up. Bonnie's heart sped up when he squeezed her hand and winked his stunning blue eyes at her.

Leave it to Tammy Warner to ruin everything.

"You all suck!" She screamed, waving her arms about. Bonnie and Kenny jumped apart. "I'm NOT wondering who's that chick! I'm wondering why the hell you can't remember your steps!"

"You!" She stabbed a finger at Nicole, who winced. "Is your hair blonde, brown or red? Decide!" She glared at the girl's strawberry red hair. "Dye it, or you're off the squad!"

"And you!" Alison took a small step back. Bonnie cringed for her friend. "Your ponytail is lopsided! Are you four? Do you still need mummy to tie your hair for you?" Alison's cheeks coloured, and she stared straight ahead.

Tammy stormed up to Bonnie and fixed the shorter girl, who bit her lip, with a sheer.

"You wanna know why Kenny can't hold you up?" She jabbed a finger at Bonnie's stomach. "You're too fat. Lose some weight! We'll be weighing in every week now. Fail three weight ins, and you're out."

Hurt and confusion crossed Bonnie's face as Tammy stomped up to Mandy, a senior. She wasn't fat. In fact, she was sure she'd lost weight during the summer. And even if she had gained weight, Tammy didn't have to be so mean about it. Having good friends and a doting family, she'd rarely been insulted or belittled before. And it hurt. She was more hurt than anything else. She wouldn't have said anything like that to someone she hated. Not ever. She'd never even said two words to Tammy.

As the new head cheerleader yelled at everyone individually, they all recoiled. Until she reached Kenny. Instead of insulting him, she patted his cheek and shot him a smile sweeter than a melted Mars bar. It made Bonnie's blood boil.

"You were fine, honey," she almost cooed, winking at him.

And with that, she left the gym, leaving the cheerleaders to stare after her.

They all knew one thing: They'd be in for it this year.


AN: Okay, that was… Pretty bad. I hope it wasn't horrible: Sorry if your OC is OOC! Please tell me if she is! I'll try my best to keep them in character.

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