Here's chapter 1 :D

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Disclaimer:I do not own South Park. It belongs to Matt&Trey. Ciara belongs to chocomilksss

I sucked in my breath as South Park High loomed above me. The building was an unattractive, mustard yellow color. It was fairly large, but looked old, and desperately needed a new paint job.

"You plan on moving bitch?" I gruff, male voice hissed in my ear. I came back to earth, whirling around.

"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously. I looked the boy up and down, and made a face of disgust. For one thing, this kid was obese,I mean morbidly obese. It was a miracle he didn't keel over and die from heart failure or something. He wore a white t-shirt with the word "COON" in black, cursive lettering, simple blue denim jeans, and converse. A blue and yellow beanie was shoved on his fat head, revealing neatly trimmed brown bangs, slightly falling into his brown eyes. His cheeks were thick, and pink, and he had multiple chins.

Even though he looked like a walking heart attack, I had to give him credit for at least keeping himself clean, no horrible acne, and keeping his hair in check. Hell, if he lost several hundred pounds, he might be considered good boyfriend material!

Then, he opened his mouth again.

"I said, do you plan on moving bitch?" He shoved me aside, and barrelled through the doorway. I rubbed my arm from where his beefy hand had shoved me. Okay, I take everything back about what I said about him being possibly date material. There are many things in this world you don't do, and one is you DO NOT SHOVE EMILIE FUCKING ANDERSON.

And you don't take my cookies either, but that's another story.

"Hey!" I heard concerned voices shouted at me. I looked to see a boy running to me. The boy wore a green ushanka hat, with curly red hair peeking from underneath. He had fair skin, kind green eyes, which were laced with concern, and he wore a green sweatshirt, jeans,and orange DC Shoes.

"Are you okay? I saw Cartman shove you." He glared at the doors, as if he expected the fat fuck known as Cartman to be there.

"Yeah! I'm fine, just surprised." I replied. I was busy thinking of ways to seek my revenge on Cartman.

He nodded. "Yeah, Cartman can be an asshole a lot. I question why the hell I hang out with him." That last part he muttered softly under his breath, but he looked at me innocently, and quickly changed the subject before I could question.

"So whats your name? I've never seen you around before..." He squinted his eyes, as if he were trying to rack his brain to see if I was a childhood friend, or a preschool crush.

I laughed softly and said, "I just moved here. I'm Emilie Anderson, and you are?" I looked up at him.

"Kyle Broflovski." Kyle extended his hand, and I shook it gently.

"Where did you move from Emilie?" Kyle briefly glanced at his watch, calculating the time we had until school officially started. Judging by the relaxed look on his face, I figured we had about a god 15 minutes before the bell.

"Seattle, Washington!" I stated proudly. "And you can call me either Em or Emi!" I added.

Kyle nodded. "What was Seattle like? I heard about it, but I've never been there." Kyle motioned for me to follow him while he held the door that led into school open. I walked though and took in my new school.

It was uglier on the inside than outside! The floors were yellow, which looked dirty and grimy, and had tacky, blue lockers lined up on walls. Students were pushing past us, not even bothering to say "Sorry" or "Excuse me". Damn assholes. I looked at Kyle who was typing out a text message on his Android. When I caught his eye,he quickly tapped "send" and gave me his full attention.

"Sorry about that! What was Seattle like?" he repeated.

"Amazing." I sighed happily. I began to tell Kyle about the stores, Alki Beach, the raves, and the crazy traffic. Kyle told me about crazy adventures he and his friends had in South Park from the time they faked being a Peruvian Pan-flute band, and got shipped to Peru, to where they played an intense superhero game as children, and Cthulu has risen from another dimension.

Don't worry, you're not the only one who's thinking "WHAT THE FUCK?" right now.

While we talked and walked, I learned that Kyle enjoyed reading, and manga. I told him that I could let him borrow some of my manga series if he wanted.

"That would be great!" he exclaimed happily. "I want you to meet some of my friends Emi!" he grabbed my wrist pulling down a hallway.

When we stopped, I was standing in front of three people, two boys and a girl. One boy had short, black hair and a blue and red hat placed on his head. He was leaning against his locker, eyes closed, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, blasting music from his iPod Touch, bobbing his head to the beat. The next boy had an orange hoodie, the hood drawn tightly around his mouth. Messy blond hair and blue eyes peeked out of the opening. He was busy looking at a Playboy with great interest. I quickly looked at the girl, who was staring at me with a friendly face. She had long black hair, hazel eyes, fair skin, and she wore band bracelets such as, BOTDF, and BVB*. I could probably grow to like this chick!

"Hey!" She stepped over to me.

'Hey Ciara, this is Emilie, she moved here from Seattle." Kyle introduced us. Ciara and I shook hands. She had a faint smell of weed coming from her bag.

Oh yeah, I love her already.

"Hey! Don't be dicks, socialize with Emi!" I heard Kyle telling off the other boys. The one with the iPod opened his eyes, and locked his gaze on me. I noticed how they were the same shade of blue as the one with the jacket.

"Yo, I'm Stan Marsh." He took my hand shaking it.

"I'm Emilie Anderson.'' I told him. Stan nodded and pointed to the boy in the orange hoodie.

"That's Kenny McCormick. He hardly takes off his hoodie if you're wondering."

"I am not believing this shit." A familiar voice rang in my ears.

I turned around to see Cartman glaring at arms filled with what appeared to be chips from vending machines.

"You!" I snarled. I haven't forgiven him for calling me a bitch and shoving me.

"Cartman, stop being a douche. This is Emili-" Kyle began.

"God dammit Kahl! You stupid Jew! You would bring this whore!" Cartman snapped.

"Who the fuck are you calling a whore?" I began to make my way over to Cartman when Ciara held me back.

"Shut your fucking mouth Cartman!" Kyle snapped.

"Oh Jesus Christ..." Stan squeezed his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Do they do this a lot?" I whispered to Ciara.

"Everyday," she began. "We'd be afraid if they didn't argue about something." I was still pissed off at Cartman for calling me a whore.

"Hey, don't let him get to you like that, Cartman loves making people suffer." Stan sensed my discomfort. Ciara patted my arm sympathetically. I noticed that all this time Kenny hasn't said a word. He was too busy taping the argument with his phone.

"So, you guys are used to this?" I asked Stan and Ciara. Both of them nodded.

"Gets irritating a lot, but some I have to admit Kyle has good reasons to argue." Stan looked disdainfully at the argumentative pair.

Thankfully, the bell rang. Kyle instantly stopped arguing, and walked over to me.

"Sorry you had to see that, whats your first class?" I fished out my schedule from my purple plaid messenger bag.

"Uhh I have English with ." I read my schedule.

"Yay! You have that class with me! C'mon!" Ciara grabbed my hand and began to pull me away.

"Later Kyle, Stan, Kenny!" I called. I deliberately left out Cartman. Kyle and Stan both waved, and went their separate ways. Kenny was whispering to Cartman, who was laughing loudly.

"Here we are!" Ciara led me to a classroom. We both stepped inside, ready for our first day back.
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Heres chapter 1 8D

*BOTDF=Blood on the Dance Floor

*BVB=Black Veil Brides

check out those bands 8D

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-PandaCakeExplosion :D