Dear whoever is invading my privacy,
I just moved into a new home, seeing new landmarks with fresh new faces walking out and about. I had to leave my old life once AGAIN! Why you again you ask? Well this is my 7th time this year, how my parents have so much money to spend is beyond me. I wonder how long we will stay here in South Park, will I have enough time to make friends? Who knows, I don't think I can take moving again or else heads will roll… trust me I will make it happen. Well I got to go before m-
"Evelyn! Come down here to get the rest of your belongings. NOW!" 'well so much for that, wait… I thought I grabbed everything' I placed my pen in my 'Adventure Notebook' marking my place, to finish my inner thoughts later. This notebook is my most treasured item, I could care less who reads it, I have nothing to hide. I have written from my most embarrassing moments to my deep dark secrets. I could be the laughingstock at school or the freak next door I don't give a fuck. I'd like to think my notebook is my adventure log and not a diary, I have moved so many places might aswell write and share my adventures to others around. This is my 11th notebook, my others have been filled out from the time I learned how to write to now, well back to what is happening.
I leave my room and hurry downstairs into the living room, spotting 2 small boxes with 'Evelyn's Property' written on them. "Once you're done putting away your belongings. I want you to go out and start making some friends." mom demanded earning a groan from me. She does this to me every time we settle into a new home 'go make some friends Evelyn.' What's the fucking point if I'll just move in a couple of months. "Oh come on, we just got here can't I just relax from the long car ride." I pleaded. "Evelyn…" she starts, giving off a warning tone hinting that it's about to get bad… for me that is.
My dad comes out of the kitchen with a steaming cup of… *sniff sniff* coffee. Turning to him hoping he will take my side, "Listen to your mother, Evelyn." he says, of course he will agree with her cause if he doesn't he won't hear the end of it. Dad is pretty open minded (which I am happy for) and understands my struggle with the constant moving, but... "But dad…" "No buts and do what you are told to do." ...at the end of the day, he can still be ass. I grab my boxes and make my way up the stairs grumbling along the way.
I get to my room now in a bad mood and open up my boxes, both of them consisting of my other adventure logs. I close them up and place both boxes in my closet, I mean what's the point of unpacking if their is the possibility of moving again. Well now since I'm 'done', time to go outside and 'make friends'. Before I leave rummage for some money in drawers hoping to find some money. Grabbing my coat along with $3.45 that I managed to find, I make my way to the front door ignoring my parents presence. I step outside the small cold breeze nipping at my face 'I should probably start in town to try and get to know the place'
~~~~~3rd pov~~~~~
While Evelyn is making her way towards town to 'make friends', it seems that she is not the only new kid in South Park.
Outside of a red house, a 'Moovin' truck was parked outside, the men unloading the truck and helping the new owners bring in their furniture and boxes. A man and a woman are both opening and unpacking boxes, "Well I think that's everything." the man says walking up to his wife. "We did it, hon, we're really moved in!" the woman exclaims excitedly. "It's a new beginning for us. Things are finally going to be good!" he reassures her. "Do you really think it will be better for ... him?" the woman says with a worried expression to match her tone. "They won't look for him here. We just need to make sure he doesn't attract any attention. Come on, let's see how he's doing." both husband and wife make their way up stairs.
Knock… Knock… "Sweetie? Hon, you all dressed?" getting no response she looks at her husband worriedly then opens the door. They peek in to see their 9 year old son standing in the middle of the room.
"Hey, champ. How do you like your new room? I know it's a big change for all of us, but ... son, do you ... REMEMBER why we moved to this quiet little mountain town?" the boy being questioned looks around his room remaining quiet. "He doesn't remember." he whispers to his wife, "He doesn't remember at all." she says back. "That's good. That's good he doesn't remember." he says. "Uh, sweetie, we want you to have lots of fun here. Why don't you go out and make some friends?" the boy's mother suggest. "Right, get outside and PLAY, son. Like ... like normal kids." his dad added in. "We've got some money for you on the kitchen counter, sweetie. Just ... be back before it gets dark." the boy remains quiet staring at his parents unblinking. "Yeah, we love you too." his father remarks sarcastically, he turns and leaves with his wife following behind him.
With nothing better to do the silent boy leaves his room rummaging along the way in drawers and other things. Coming to the kitchen he takes the money his mother has left for him on the kitchen counter. He goes in the living room seeing his father sitting on the couch on his phone. "C'mon, son. Get out there. Make friends." says his dad upon seeing him. The boy continues rummaging through the drawers ignoring his father's request. Getting upset he puts his phone away, gets up and walks to him, "It wasn't a request, it was a COMMAND. Now get out there and make some friends!" then kicks him out. Having no choice, the silent boy decides to follow his father's 'command'. This is where the adventure begins.