I'll Show 'Em
A/N ok I was thinking about posting up an OC story for SOUTH PARK. This is my first time doing this so I'm kinda if-fy on it. So I figured, hey why not! I'm not that bad of a writer. It may take long though. I already have an OC so I guess you leave a review or send me a message of what your OC is like. Again, I'm COMPLETLY new to this so I don't really know what to do. So just do what you have to do to tell me what your OC is like, PLEASE! I'll only accept…the first ten OC's I get. If I ever do another OC fanfic, I'll do more. Kay?
(Its weird, this was so much bigger on Word...)
Anyways, OC please? I'll stop rambling, cuz Im aware I talk way to much.
Seriously?
C'mon, I'm a good girl God! I do good in school and go to Church and everything. And I hate Church! I'm starting to doubt you even exist, dammit!
New York was my haven. This apartment was my best friend. The hotdog stand guy was like, my bestie ya know?
But Ma just had to go and get transferred again!
So I'm here.
In South Park.
"Stop being mad at me. Please!" ma said opening the door to our new house.
"The house… is green! What kind of house…" I began to whine, but she cut me off.
"You're going to love it here trust me. There's even a high school nearby!" she said.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered walking up the stairs.
Why!
I know I'm going to hate it here.
Wanna know why? I just tripped over my steps.
I unpacked my clothes quickly, cause I don't have a lot of them. So that meant I needed to hit the shops soon.
The rest of the stuff I had was crap I couldn't care less about, like photos of random boats and nature and stuff.
I looked in my old year book. I smiled as I saw myself laughing with my best friend Jimmy. My raven hair was in a ponytail, and my emerald eyes were sparkling. Jimmy was like my brother. The son of the hot dog man around my old block. His hair was messy and red, and his eyes were deep blue. I loved him like a brother.
I wish he could have moved here with me…
"Hey, Sam!" Ma called.
I ran down the stairs.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I want you to introduce yourself to the neighbors. They have a daughter, go see if she's your age," she said grabbing a heavy looking box.
I sighed.
"Fine…"
I always obeyed my mother, even when I really didn't want to. That's just me.
I stuffed on my heavy coat and boots and stomped into the snowy sidewalk.
The house next to us was purple. Who the hell built these houses?
I sighed as I knocked on the wooden front door.
"Coming!" I heard a woman call.
A young woman opened the door.
"Well, I don't think I know you little one," said the woman.
I growled mentally. I'm not that short!
"My name is Samantha and me and my mother just moved in here from New York. I just wanted to introduce myself," I said smiling from underneath my scarf.
"Oh, well I have a daughter… One sec," she said and called, "Laura!"
A young girl came into my view.
Her hair was dark brown and her eyes were mossy green. They were pretty. She was wearing a dark brownish orange flowing top, black jeans, and green ballet flats.
"Oh, hi," she says, her voice soft and shy.
"Come on in," her mom said allowing me to walk in.
I took off my coat and hung it up on her rack.
"Show her your room. I'll be up there with some crackers and hot chochlate," her mother said and ran to the kitchen.
"I'm Laura," said the girl leading me up her stairs.
"Sam. This place is pretty cool," I said looking around her room.
"You think so? Thanks, I thought it was childish," she said.
"It kinda looks like my room. The one from New York. I have that same purple wallpaper," I said with a smile.
Music from the room over made us jump.
"Whats that?" I asked.
"My big brother Lloyd. He's alright, just music is really his thing," she said with a smile.
Sweet! My first friend! And she was nice.
"Are you going to the highschool here?" she asked.
"Yeah. I wonder if its cool. You go there?" I asked.
She nods as her mother sets a tray on the table.
"The people are alright, I guess. Its not too bad, I have some friends there," she said before taking a sip f her hot chochlate.
"I have to start tomorrow. Please tell me you're not one of those mean girls. Please!" I said.
She laughed, "No, I swear. But I'll warn you first, there are nice people in South Park, and there are really jerky ones. Like Eric…"
I gave her a puzzled look.
"Eric?"
"Yeah. You'll see."
A/N I know, not very good. But hey, my first chapters always suck! It gets better. Please people I need some Oc's. I already have two spots for:
Laura McCarthy and…
Vean Redding *you will be used soon, Vean!*
Ok so like I said, I cant go very far if I don't have eight more OC's!