OC list time! If you have an account, you should have gotten a PM by now. If not… well, oops!

Now, for the accepted OCs!

Tristan Andrew Johnston

Tyler James Johnston

Amanda Yvette James

Bonnie Marie Snyder

Monica Rose Ramirez

Andrea 'Andy' Rigby

Santana May Cruz

Louisa Stella Ekwall

Jordan Marie Jones

Taylor Else Rounds

Penny Eleanor Jackson

Arabella "Bella" Victoria Black

First of all, regarding the OCs, I would just like to say that I liked every single one of them. However, I could only accept the ones that I had a place for in the story. I had a story plan and all of that before the OCs were submitted, so if yours didn't make it, it's not because I didn't like them. It's because they just didn't work out with my story plan. Sorry! Some of them I mention as former seniors that are now off at college. Also, a lot of them were super similar to other OCs, so if yours was one of those, I had to go with the one that was described better! Sorry, once again!

But still, thank you so much to everyone who did submit one, the story couldn't work with out them!

Stuck

Hamlet, by no means, was a happy play. Spoiler alert, but just about every character dies a rather gruesome death. Yeah, really happy. In Heather's opinion, if they really wanted to keep the teen depression and suicide rates down, why not have happier books?

But still, at least it wasn't King Lear.

The bell rang, and Heather threw (almost literally) her junk into her back pack as she casually reached into her coat pocket for her phone. She needed to find a ride home because the improv workshop after school in the theater was canceled, yet the Stan and the rest of the football team still had practice after school- outside. It was almost as ironic as when those people that sue doctors get hit by an ambulance, or when Christopher Reeves got super powers from drinking the blood of fetuses and Gene Hackman was the one that stopped him from taking over the world.

Her phone began buzzing as soon as she turned it on.

Mandy- Hy, do u hv a rd hm?

Heather M.- no. you can use vowels you know.

Mandy- wtevr \ tel me if u fnd 1

Heather sighed and put her phone in her pocket. This was one of those times when she wished that there was actually a high school bus for the kids that lived in town. Having to constantly catch rides was a not so fun way to meet some… interesting, to say the least, people.

Andy has a car, she realized. Maybe Andy could give her a lift home. And Mandy too, for that matter.

"Hay, Andy!" she called to the short brunette in front of her

"Yeah, what's up?" was her reply

"Um, can Mandy and I catch a lift home?" Heather asked sheepishly

Andy laughed a little bit, hugged Heather, and said, "No way! You seriously think you have to ask?"

Thank you, thought Heather, thank you for Andy. She has a car and doesn't make me do all of the work when we have a History Project. But maybe, just maybe, have her hug a little less. Just a little bit less. Not that I don't appreciate it on a bad day... but yeah, the hugging has been getting a bit over bearing. So just let her stop. A little. But only a little.

Heather M.- Mandy, meet me andy's car.

Mandy- sr

Heather wasn't quite positive if Mandy meant 'sure' or 'sir', but 'sure' seemed like a much safer bet. Besides, Heather was pretty sure that Mandy knew she was a girl, and not a boy. But seriously, it wasn't that hard to put vowels in. And Heather knew for a fact that Mandy's phone had a full key board. She was just being lazy.

"Hey, have you read the third Act of Hamlet yet?" asked Andy, tearing Heather from her thoughts about the horrible affect that texting seemed to be having on society and spelling abilities.

"Um…"

"I'll take that as a no, then," laughed Andy, "But seriously, your dad's going to kill you if you don't get it done. And then Mandy, Louisa, and I will kill you for not showing up to our super fun Saturday nights," Said Andy, her voice suddenly becoming very serious.

"Wait, who exactly are we going to be killing on Saturday night?" asked Mandy, as she appeared behind her two friends.

"Heather, because we all know that her dad will make her stay home if she doesn't get at least a B in AP Lang," explained Andy, glancing over her shoulder at Mandy, who was desperately trying to stifle her giggles.

"Come on Heather, it's called Spark Notes!" she laughed

"Yeah, but that's like cheating!" protested Heather, as Andy also began to laugh.

"But seriously, Heather. What are we supposed to do on Friday nights with out you? Cheyenne's off in Los Angeles now, Damii is at college in New York, and ever since Bonnie made cheer squad she's either at a game or trying to make friends with the other cheer leaders. If you stop showing up, it'll just be us and Louisa, when she can actually make it!" exclaimed Mandy

"Um, what about Taylor and Jordan?" Heather asked, confused as to why two of their friends had been left out of their Friday night plans

"Urgh, Taylor got mad at Jordan because she said something about Kyle's ass… or, maybe it was about his hair…" Andy began

"No, I think it was about his hat" Mandy chimed in

"You know what, it doesn't matter, but now they aren't talking to each other, and I am not willing to deal with all of their stupid s- h- i- t, especially if it's over Kyle and his rather voluptuous Jew Fro," Andy declared.

Mandy started giggleing.

"You and Kyle would have the most Jewish looking babies ever!" she giggled through her hands.

"Okay, where did that come from? And no, we wouldn't!" Heather exclaimed

"Yeah you would. With your nose and his hair, you would have the most unfortunate children ever."

Heather self consciously touched her nose. So maybe it was a little big! Actually, no! Everyone else's noses were just too small! She was probably genetically superior to everyone with her gigantic schnoz! Some day, she would be the last person able to filter air correctly! They would come to her, begging for forgiveness and a chance to use her superior nose!

"Really? Genetic superiority?" asked Andy

"Did I say all of that out loud?" Heather whispered

"Yep!" sang Mandy

Theater and debate kids at South Park High School were not known for being particularly cool or having outrageous parties on the weekends. Actually, few people in South Park had outrageous parties because parents never seemed to go out of town. But when there was a party, it was crazy! But the theater geeks, as they were not so fondly deemed, were rarely, if ever invited. So they partied on their own, typically, in groups of five to ten.

Heather Milson was one of those "theater geeks", which was just a nice way of saying "A whole bunch of outcasts that found another bunch of outcasts in the theater and decided that their friendship was better than being alone".

Really, if you weren't BFFs with Wendy, Bebe, Lola, Heidi, Red, Stan, Kenny, Clyde, or Token, you didn't get invited to the actual parties in South Park. Which precisely was why Heather was sitting in Andy's basement at eleven thirty on a Friday night eating Nutella and watching "Nacho Libre" for what was probably the fifteenth time. Butters, Tweek, Louisa, Andy, Mandy, and Gary, the Mormon, were all there too. After this, they would probably play celebrity or watch Aladdin or do something else equally dorky, just like every other Friday night since freshman year.

All that had changed was who had showed up this time.

Mandy, Andy, and Louisa were the only regualr attendies. Arabella had come a lot more before she started college down in Fort Collins.

Bonnie had come almost every time, always clutching a rather beat up tape of some animated Disney Princess Classic and a bag of Jelly Beans, until, that is, she made the cheer squad in the middle of sophomore year after Lola broke her arm. After that, she had been hanging out with Bebe a lot more than she was hanging out with her other dorky friends. Not they could blame her; she probably just wanted friends on the cheerleading squad.

Taylor and Jordan had pretty much been kicked out until they stopped trying to kill each other.

Christophe was probably grounded for digging a tunnel out of his back yard or some other crazy shit like that. The guy was almost always grounded, it seemed. He was almost as bad as Butters was, except one could see why he deserved it.

Tyler and Tristan (two half closeted brothers) were at some family reunion and couldn't make it. It was a pity, too. Tyler, the younger of the two, was loud and would screech along to any Aretha Franklin song that came onto the radio. He hot glue gunned costumes for the plays and musicals because none of them could actually sew. Tristan was louder and sassier than his younger brother. He would disappear for days at a time and then come back with a ten page note of apology. His monologues were so long that he could use up all of your minutes in one phone call.

Craig was probably trying to go buy some alcohol, but they all knew that he would be extremely unsuccessful. Everyone in this stupid blip of a town knew everyone. No one would ever let him have any. Besides, none of them really drank, except for that one time when Gary wasn't there and Heather ended up in a bathtub with two parkas on her legs, shampoo and Kleenex all over her self, a pink thong (no one would admit to being its owner) on her head, and a copy of The Great Gatsby shoved into her bra.

After that interesting experiment, it was back to stupid movies (Napoleon Dynamite, Zoolander, and Austin Powers were some more favorites)

How on earth did they all end up at this point? Tweek and Craig had once been best friends with Clyde and Token way back in elementary school. Mandy and Bonnie had been super close with Bebe. Even when she had moved to South Park in elementary school, she hadn't been this much of an outcast! How was it that some of the once popular kids (like Stan, Clyde, Wendy, and Bebe) had managed to hang onto their popularity while some of their former friends (Craig, Tweek, Mandy, and herself) were sitting in a basement watching Nacho Libre for the millionth time? How had things managed to change so much in just five years?

The only people who were still friends after all the shit that went down in middle school were Stan and Kyle, and Heather had this strange feeling that Kyle would rather hang out with them sometimes, especially when Stan and Wendy were dating or in the process of breaking up.

Kenny was invited to parties for the sole purpose of providing the alcohol. He'd had some huge fight with Stan dad back in seventh grade, and things just hadn't been the same between himself and Stan since. He was mostly just Kyle's smelly friend that needed to shower, but could get you a whole lot of booze if the occasion called for it.

But even he ranked above Heather and her terribly dorky friends. Even in Debate and acting classes, they were the lowest of the low on the totem pole. They were the ones who threw themselves into every production and tried for the best grades in order to get into schools like NYU. They were the ones who sent out applications to DCPA in an effort to get in. They didn't just sit around and talk about Doctor Who and Harry Potter but bail when they didn't get the lead in the spring musical. The lived and breathed it, and were therefore, dorks. Major dorks. Even those obsessive compulsive gamers ranked above them. Hell, even CARTMAN was above them, despite the fact that everyone hated him. They were just the outcasts of the society called high school.

So there was no point in telling Stan how she felt. Not a single one because even if he did feel the same way about her, he would never- no, could never- date her: One, because Wendy was constantly coming back to him and two, because he was at the top and she was at the bottom.

So really, there was no point.

So, it's finally up…

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