I wake up and groan. I was hoping for this move to just be a dream, but unfortunately, I'm still here. I put on my normal clothes and open the door to the hall. My mom sees me and spouts another one of her greetings: "Hi sweetie, how do feel about our new house?" Please, woman, you know exactly what I think. You didn't even give me an opinion before taking me away from my friends. I scowl at her and open the door. I step out side. It's probably the best idea for me to go explore. I walk on the sidewalk until I see a man shoveling the walk. I walk past him and accidentally catch his eye. Perfect.
"Hi, my name is Randy Marsh, but you can call me Randy. Hey, aren't you the new kid in town?" I nod. "You don't talk a lot, do you?" I shake my head no. "Hey, you look about the same age as my son. His name is Stan. You guys should hang out or something." He looks back down at the snow "I'd better continue shoveling. Have a nice day." I walk away until I come across some old train tracks. I hop up onto the tracks.
"I like trains," I mutter. Back home, we always had this running joke. Here will never be home. Never. I jump back down off of the tracks. I look up and see an old, beat up, green house. I see something move the curtain. I walk up to the front door and before I can knock, a kid in an orange parka answers the door.
"My name es Kenneh." He says. He probably means is Kenny, but his voice is muffled by the parka.
"..." I lost my train of thought. "... M-my name is Max." I stutter out. Since when do I stutter? "Umm... I'm new in town and I thought I should introduce myself to the neighbors." I rush my words. "I-I guess I'll see you tomorrow.." I turn to leave, but Kenny grabs my sleeve.
"... Thanks for introducing yourself. People don't usually come out here cause we're poor..." He blushes. "Yeah... I'll see ya tomorrow..." He hurries back inside. He peeks out through the curtain until he notices me watching. He squeaks "Shit!" and ducks out of sight. I laugh quietly to myself. That was the most awkward greeting I've ever had. I start walking back the way I came. This time, I turn to the playground and walk towards it. Some kids are playing on it and I wave at them. The Canadian waves back and I walk over to him.
"Hi. Sorry to interrupt, but do you know a kid named Stan..." What was that guy's name again? "Marsh. Do you know a kid named Stan Marsh?" He looks at me.
"Ike." He says. If I had to bet, I'd say he's Ike. "Home." I guess that's the best I'm going to get from this kid. I walk until I see a coffee shop. I decide that I'd better get some coffee for my mom. And me. I look at the guy's name tag.
"Hi my name's Mr Tweek. Can I help you?" I nod
"Yes, I'd like a bag of Dark Roast, please." He puts the bag on the counter.
"That'll be $2.50. Aren't you the new kid? My son's in the back room. I think he's your age. You should talk." I pay and walk into the back room. A kid with spiky hair is standing by a coffee machine.
"Hi. My name's Tweak."
"Yes, I knew that. What's your first name?"
"It's Tweak! AAAUUUGGGHHH!" I jump back.
"So your full name is Tweak Tweek?"
"Yes. You should go. I have to fill this order!" I wave and walk back out of the room and onto the street.
What kind of crazy town have I moved to?