A/N: Hey everyone, I've got some awesome news: I've chosen all the OC'S I'm going to be using in my story!

If your OC was picked, congratulations! If your OC wasn't picked, I'm sorry. However, the next time I need OC's, don't hesitate to submit another one!

Well, enough rambling. Here are the OC's that I've chosen:

1.) -Shiloh Anderson (submitted by xSaphireRainsx)

2.) -Bonnie Marie Snyder (submitted by PinkParka)

3.) -Lovisa Ekwall (submitted by Michlon)

4.) -Christal Yamato (submitted by Chocolate-Divine-Waffles)

5.) -Samantha Natalie Bennett (submitted by luckyducky132)

Shiloh's POV

It was November fourth, the day we would move out of our crappy old city full of assholes and move to "South Park", which was probably a crappy city full of assholes as well.

On the inside, I was fucking pissed that I had to leave Evergreen. On the outside, however, I was just playing it cool and acting like I couldn't care less.

As I sunk my skinny form into the cheap leather seats of my parent's old burgandy minivan, I began to wonder how my parents really felt about moving away from their home of six years.

However, all of my thoughts drifted away into an oblivion as I sailed into Dreamland, a place where my unpredictable subconcious reigned supreme.

I'd been riding in the car for about six hours when out of the blue, my parents started yelling and cheering.

"Could you shut up? I'm trying to sleep." I groaned.

"But honey, we're here!" My mother shouted excitedly.

"Huh?"

I don't really remember much of what happened the first day we moved in, but I do remember the second day quite vividly...

[Tuesday, November 5, South Park High, 6:45 AM]

I aimlessly roamed the halls of my new high school. It looked innocent enough; The floors were clean, the hallways were wide, and best of all, the lockers were huge. In fact, one of the teachers told me that each one was five feet tall and three feet wide.

Things were going to be pretty sweet.

After checking out the hallways, I decided to wander into my first period class. Ms. Bullard was sitting at her desk reading a book, but she looked up as soon as she heard my footsteps.

"Can I help you, young lady?"
"Uh...I'm supposed to be here for first period."
"Well, come on in and take a seat. I'm afraid the other students aren't here yet, but they should be here shortly."

"Okayy...cool."

I take back what I said about things going to be sweet. At this rate, things were probably going to suck after all.

Only moments after my conclusion, the school bell began to blare loudly overhead and students entered the room in droves.

Ms. Bullard stood up in front of the classroom, with a book in one hand and a steel ruler in the other.

"Good morning class, for those of you who don't know me, my name is Ms. Bullard-"

"Or Ms. Bullcrap for short!" A heavy brunette next to me blurted out.

The entire class roared with laughter.

Ms. Bullard put her hands on her hips and glared at him with her dark beady eyes.

"Young man, I have had it with your childish behavior! Not everyone in this classroom knows me!"

"Dude, how can we not notice you? You've got the saggiest boobs in the whole fucking school, you look like a God damn alligator, you wear dresses from a thrift store, and you were listed on Top Twelve Bitchiest Teachers of All Time for Christ's sake!"

This amounted to quite a few laughs. Even I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

"Why, I can't believe this! What kind of mother would raise such an insolent child?"

"Try a lazy ass crackwhore." Said a boy with curly red hair.

The roof-shaking laughter that had so enveloped the class was now turning into frightened gasps and muffled murmurs.

"What did you say, Kahl?" The brunette fumed, getting out of his seat and into the other boy's face.

"You heard me, fat-ass!"

A series of OOO's followed the redhead's bold response.

"Both of you, down to the counselor's office, now!" Ms. Bullard yelled at the top of her lungs.

Both of the boys groaned but led themselves out of the classroom anyway.

"If anyone else is going to act up today, please get out of my classroom NOW!"

A boy with short black hair and a navy blue and yellow hat got up and walked out of the classroom.

[Meanwhile...]

Cartman's POV

"Eric, that is not appropriate behavior, m'kay? You cannot purposely threaten a student, m'kay?"

"Well, he called me fat! AND he talked about my mam!"

"Eric, you're never supposed to respond with violence, m'kay?"
"Why the hell not?"

"Well, uhh, violence is bad, m'kay, 'cause that's how people get hurt, m'kay, and when people get hurt, that's bad, m'kay, 'cause then they can get sued, and well...being sued is bad, m'kaay?"

A/N: I know, this chapter is short. But the only reason it was short was so I could kick the story off on the right foot. The next chapter will be longer and more detailed, and it will also include the debut of some of the other OC's. But until then, R&R please. I love you guys! :)