"So, what's it like to live in South Park?" Sam asked Kenny.
It was social studies, their last subject of the day
"It can get crazy sometimes," Kenny said. "But living in a small town means people are quite close."
"I had friends back in Miami" Sam said. "We went down to the beach a lot. I guess now I'm swapping sand for snow"
Kenny mumbled something but Sam couldn't understand through the hood. "What'd you say?" Sam asked.
"I said maybe me and the guys should come over to your place" Kenny repeated, clearer this time.
Sam began scribbling her address down, "I didn't catch your name by the way" she said.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Kenny," he said.
"Ok, Kenny," Sam said handing him her address. "I'll see you and the guys at three?"
Kenny nodded stiffly, "That's a good time."
"The place is a mess though" Sam warned. "Half-empty boxes everywhere!"
"We could play outside" Kenny suggested.
"That'd be great" Sam said. "Our new house came with a decent sized backyard shack my dad can't find use for."
"Are you two talking during class?" a voice from up front asked.
"I think they are Mr. Hat" Mr. Garrison said.
Sam stared blankly, still a bit weirded out by the puppet. He glanced up at the clock.
"Well, school's over so I don't have to deal with you" her teacher said.
"Lucky timing" Sam said to herself as she walked out of the classroom.
"Hi, Dad" Sam greeted her father as she walked into her house. Sam maneuvered around two boxes that were in her path and sat down at the new kitchen counter.
"Hi, Sweetie" Mr. Wilcox said, handing his daughter an apple.
"Thanks" Sam said and took a bite.
"Do you mind if some friends come over?" Sam asked after swallowing two bites of the fruit.
"As long as you stay outside, sure" Her dad said.
"Can we play in the shed?" she asked.
"You may" replied her father.
At 3:32 Sam, Kyle, Stan, Kenny and Cartman piled into the shed, panting.
"It was fun at first, until you started playing with stray dogs Cartman" Sam wheezed.
"I've never seen a fatass run so fast" Kyle remarked and sat down.
"Kenny is your arm ok?" Stan asked, concerned.
Sam looked over to them, "what happened to Kenny?"
"A squirrel bit his arm" Stan said.
Sam rolled up Kenny's sleeve and grimaced, "Nasty, um, I'm sure dad unloaded some boxes in here so the wouldn't take up too much space." Sam rummaged around and finally found a first aid kit.
"I've never heard of someone getting bit by a squirrel" Sam said as she applied antibacterial ointment to Kenny's wound. "Will you be ok?"
Kenny looked up at Sam who was now bandaging his arm. "I'm sure I'll be fine" he told her.
Kyle suddenly stood up, panicked, "Oh shit dudes I told Mom I'd be home by now!"
"Why?" Sam asked as she secured the bandage.
"I'm supposed to watch my little brother today, oh I'm so dead!" he stammered. Cartman got up to follow him.
"Why're you leaving" Sam asked. "Are you going to be insulting him in ways you think a 'chick' can't handle?"
"Maybe" Cartman said and shuffled after Kyle.
Sam shook her head, "It's going to be hard to get used to this."
"Yeah, we've known each other since kindergarten" Stan said.
"Thanks" Kenny said, rolling down his sleeve.
Stan then asked a question that caused Sam to freeze up, "Why don't you live with your mom?"
Kenny waited for the answer as Sam began to speak softly, "My mother was a terrible woman." Sam looked at the two boys in the shed with her and spoke again. "She said awful things to my father, me and" Sam nearly choked, "Hannah."
"Hannah?" Kenny interrupted.
"She was my twin sister" Sam explained. "When Dad told Mom to leave his life my mother took Hannah with her." Sam took a breath, "Lues Willow was the worst thing to happen to the family."
Stan and Kenny looked at her in shock. "I thought you said things were great in Miami" Kenny said.
Sam shook her head, "Before I was two years old it was anything but."