Finally the summer ended and school resumed. Unfortunately, school work resumed and teachers asked for the summer homework that was supposed to be done. Wendy had done all of hers since the beginning. One day she finished part of it, the next another part, and so on. She had it finished after a week, as expected from the Class President Representative. Craig on the other hand waited till the last minute to start and at the end after an hour of trying decided it wasn't worth it. Kyle had done it all, a part one week, and another part the other week, so on. Cartman did the same exact thing as Craig, but he didn't actually try to do it. He waited till the last minute, but snuck into Kyle's room to copy it all (while he was asleep!). In other news, fortunately, the school festival finally came! The Chocolate factory was to be opened on the second day of the return of classes. All day was dedicated to the festival and everyone was invited as such the tradition for all schools. Parents, students, and students from other schools were allowed to come.

On that day however, the students of class 2B were excited and giddy because two new students were to transfer to their class. Two new students who happened to be foreign exchange students. Two new students who happened to be twins. Two new students who happened to be Americans. Two new students who happened to be blonde with blue eyes. So of course everyone was incredibly giddy and anxious. As Wendy, the Class President Representative, announced the excitement of the day, the teacher returned with two students waiting out the door, completely hidden from their new classmates' eyes.

Mr. Garrison was the assigned teacher for this class. He was rumored to be gay and rumored to have had a sex changed, despite that this was the second time all of the students (how they were ALL transferred to that class again, no one knows) had this teacher, they knew very well that those rumors were in fact, and unfortunately, true. Not that they were against gays and people with sex changes, but because Ms. Garrison was disturbingly ugly and the person itself (woman or man) was vulgar and crude. Also, he was just a bad teacher in general. Despite that, he came in and took his spot at the podium as Wendy sat down, as well anxiously awaiting the two classmates.

"We have two new students, as you have all heard, with us today. They come from America, so be nice and don't you fucking fuck around with their ignorance about our culture!" As I said, bad teacher. He was unknowingly insulting them as he was trying to defend them. For all he knew, they most likely weren't ignorant about Japanese culture. Wouldn't you try to learn as much about a culture you could before going to live in it? "Anyways, meet…" The anticipation of the students grew thrice fold as the teacher paused.

"Leopold and Marjorine Scotch."

The two came into the classroom. The boy, Leopold Scotch, was the same height as his sister and his features mirrored her in every way. They both had a pointy tipped nose and they both had thin but prominent lips. They both were skinny and petite, but Marjorine Scotch had small traces of womanly curves. They were almost pure blonde and their blue eyes were radiant and clear. Rosy cheeks, small mouths and ears, large almond eyes, and white creamy skin. They were like a stereotype in appearance. Leopold Scotch had short, choppy hair that fit him very well. He wasn't handsome, well, I guess you could say he was. He was very attractive, but not in the way of dashing or suave or handsome… just extremely cute. Like beyond the proportions of cuteness. So was Marjorine, but she had her blonde hair in two ponytails to the side and her bangs were pinned up with a flower hair pin. She had green bows that held her ponytail and two more flower pins, one on one side and the other on the other side of her hair near her face. They were both the embodiment of adorable. No seriously, a baby puppy couldn't compete.

The only real difference between the two was that Leopold carried a sort of shy demeanor, and Marjorine seemed to be rather confident and outgoing as she walked in.

"Do any of you have anything to say to your new classmates?" Mr. Garrison spoke VERY slow as if they were retarded.

"Yes. My name is Marjorine Scotch. It's a pleasure to meet you all. This is my brother Leopold Scotch. We are so happy to be in Japan." She began, her voice sweet and soft and resembling a child.

"P-please call me Butters… if it's okay with you…" Leopold said aloud, his voice resembling a child's too, as he blushed and looked down in embarrassment.

"Did you hear about the School Festival we are having? I hear they don't have that in America. Do you know what it is?" Mr. Garrison said slowly again.

"No, they don't have it in America. Despite that I have a vague understanding of what it is. Each class does something and people from other classes visit them… right?" Marjorine said in very well spoken Japanese.

"Okay, then. Testaburger-san, come and explain it to them what they have to do." He called for Wendy to rise to them.

As Wendy past the desks she heard Heidi whisper, "Why does she get to talk to them first? It pisses me off." Wendy ignored it and kept walking with a smile.

"Hello," She bowed. "My name is Testaburger Wendy. I'm the Class President Representative. Our theme for our class this year is a Chocolate Factory. We prepare and bake chocolates for the incoming students. There are four teams. Team A, B, C, and D. Team A and B are in charge of the first shift. Team A serves while Team B cooks. Teams C and D are the same but in the second shift. We have an easy job for you two. All you have to do is change into the costumes we prepared for you and wait outside, greeting the students to come in. We didn't want you to feel left out so we decided to include you, but with an easy task since you just arrived. I bet you want to see the other classes, so I'll let you decide what you guys want to do. You could take the first shift or the second, or split. Although I'm not so sure you're keen with the idea of splitting." She finally finished.

"We're splitting." Marjorine said without hesitiation.

"W-what!" Butters said, obviously not wanting her to leave.

"Come on, you're never going to make friends with me around. I always talk for you, but today you're going to talk for yourself. I'll take the second shift so I can come back and point to you the fun classes to go to." She said pinching her brother's cheeks.

"But—" Butters whined.

"But nothing." She confirmed. She turned to Wendy. "Please take care of him. I entrust him to you, Class President." She said pushing her brother in front of Wendy.

"Umm… ok. Thank you. We will all make sure to treat him friendly. Why don't you change into your costumes? You can go with the girls to change, and you with the boys, Butters... is it?" She asked.

He nodded, hiding behind his sister.

Later all the girls went to change into the girl's bathroom and visa versa for the boys.

"So why do you want us to call you Butters?" Kenny asked.

"Huh? W-well…" He hid his face with his hands while blushing. "All the kids at my old school did so. I'm just used to it. Even my parents call me that."

"Wow, even your parents. Do you live with your parents? Or do you live with host parents?" Clyde asked.

"Host parents." He answered looking into the ground.

"Oh, we made a costume for you, hope it fits. If not we made it so you could fold the pants up and tuck in the shirt. The jacket might be a bit big though." Kenny said giving the jacket to Butters.

"T-thank you!" Butters said taking the costume.

"So do they really eat cheeseburgers every day in America?" Cartman asked Butters.

"Of course the first question you ask him relates to food, tubby." Kyle snorts.

"What did I say about calling me tubby, Kahl?" Cartman shouted.

They began their loud fighting as they changed their clothes.

"Don't worry about them, they are always bickering." Gregory mentioned. "Though I suggest you don't hang out with them. They aren't welcomed among us anymore."

"Huh? Why?" Butters asked.

"Well, because… it's a long complicated story that we'll tell you later. Just don't talk to them much. Especially the skinny one called Kyle." He said.

"Umm… ok." Butters nodded.

After they were done fighting Cartman turned his attention back to Butters. "Wait… so do you all eat hamburgers every day?"

"Umm… I'm sorry. I've been told not to talk to you." Butters said as he hid his head in embarrassment. Was this boy going to be a bishonen-moe-uke character 24/7? He seriously blushed a lot.

"Oh… I see. Those fags got to you. Well fuck you. I just wanted to know about hamburgers." Cartman spout with an attitude. "If you want to apologize do it and tell me quick. Also go get me a juice box." God, he never let a chance go by to manipulate or order someone around. Being this boy was so naïve and painfully uke, he decided that he will be his new victim/errand-boy.

"I'm sorry. Actually, we don't all eat hamburgers every day. Some of us, not many, actually do. We do eat them often, but honestly I don't even like hamburgers that much. The only I'll ever eat is the ones my sister makes." He answered. "Where do I get juice boxes here?"

"Don't listen to the fatass. He likes to order people around. Nice to meet you, I'm Broflovski Kyle. Sorry if my last name isn't Japanese, my parents and grandparents are Jewish." He said with a smile.

Butters looked at Kyle. He looked like someone you could trust. He seemed very polite and nice. He just seemed to have a problem with the fat kid who wanted to know about hamburgers. Maybe he wasn't so bad. Then again, when he glanced to the other boys who were dressing, most of them were glaring at him as if telling him not to answer or to ignore him, especially a boy with raven black hair and a built form.

"Nice to meet you, bye." He said quickly before running to the other guys. Butters felt kind of guilty and rude after that. He wanted to make friends with Kyle more than he wanted to make friends with the other boys. Actually, maybe not… he noticed another boy in the far corner who wasn't even paying attention to anyone. He was simply changing into his costume and constantly checking his phone. As Butters was about to approach him out of curiosity and interest, he was stopped by a hand. The hand belonged to the boy with raven black hair and the built form.

"He's also off-limits." He said sternly.

"Why are they off-limits?" Butters asked the boy.

"Because they suck. Now, I'm going to make this quite simple. Either you're with us, or you're with them." He said.

"I… I don't know…" Butters said honestly, a bit scared.

"Just join us." Said Token sympathetically to Butters.

Butters nodded, unsure of the situation and of what to do. If the most of them said those three where bad news, then they were bad news… right?

Moreover on the other side of the hallways laid the girl's bathroom.

"Your brother is so cute!" Kelly exclaimed to Marjorine.

"I know right! He's like a small child you want to protect." She squealed. She loved her brother more than anything. She always watched out for him as an older sister, although they were twins. Technically she was the oldest, considering she was born two minutes before him.

"You are too." Red said. "You remind me of a little girl. Oh, you're so cute!" Red giggled.

"Thank you." Marjorine smiled.

"So do you like Japan?" Bebe asked.

"Oh I love it. It's so much cleaner than America!" She said with a chipper tone.

"Where did you used to live before you came here? I mean, what part of America?" Heidi asked.

"Well, actually, America is the whole continent. You guys should really start referring it to the United States. And I lived in South Park. It's a small mountain town in Colorado. It's in the Midwest of the U.S., but it's so cold!" She said.

"Cold?" Red asked.

"Oh my God! It always snowed! Always! It's like eight to nine months of winter there." She giggled. "I always wore jackets and gloves and scarfs. I'm just so happy to be here where the weather is normal by the seasons. I want to wear cute tank tops and short shorts!" She laughed.

"Oh my God. My mom has a friend that moved to America- I mean, the United States. She said that everyone is Christian." Heidi said.

"Not everyone. There are Catholics down south in Texas, South Florida, New Mexico, and South California, Christians in the west. Then there are a ton of Mormons in Utah. There are a lot of Baptists in the South. I've met some Jews and Arabs too. I'm not so sure about what the main religion is in the East Coast… but I guess there's a bit of everything in New York. There are a lot of Athiests, at least that I know of. Finally, I know in rural parts there are Jehovah Witnesses. In fact… there are tons of religions everywhere in the United States!" She finished.

"Wow! I knew they were diverse, but that much!" Bebe asked.

"Yep. Oh, and I saw a lot of Japanese people in California once when I went there. My aunt lives there." She smiled.

Marjorine turned to see the class president all alone in the corner of the bathroom changing, not joining in the conversation. She frowned a bit, noticing that she seemed a bit lonely.

"Do you have any questions about the United States?" Marjorine asked Wendy.

Wendy turned to her, surprised she was talking to her. "Oh… not really. I'll just get in the way." She smiled sadly.

"Yeah, let her be. She's not that important anyways." Heidi said, putting on her skirt.

"I suggest you don't even look at her. She's not worth your time." Kelly said.

"God! You guys are mean. She's all alone in the corner." Marjorine whined.

"It's okay. I don't mind. Just keep talking and have fun." Wendy smiled at Marjorine.

"And we're not mean. In fact she is the mean one! She treated her ex-boyfriend horribly, the little slut." Heidi commented.

Wendy didn't even flinch. Marjorine took notice of how Wendy acted, and figured she was used to this.

"What does that have to do with anything? What her ex-boyfriend and she do is their problem. What does that have to do with you?" She honestly asked.

"Well, for once he's our friend. He's done nothing wrong and she cheats on him." Heidi began ranting.

"I did not cheat on him." Wendy said apathetically before leaving the bathroom.

"She's lying. Don't worry about that slut. Just ignore her and have fun out there." Red smiled.

Marjorine smiled back, but she it was a fake one. She was still worried about the Class President. Seriously… what do her relationship problems have to do with these girls? They sound as if she had cheated on them instead of her ex-boyfriend.

After changing they all went into the class room. As Marjorine was walking with the other girls from the bathroom, she saw Butters run to her. He collided with her and hugged her as if he hadn't seen her for years.

"Did you make friends?" She asked Butters with a smile.

He nodded. "I think so."

"Okay, no let's go back to class." She smiled.

He nodded again and smiled back.

Wendy stood up at the podium when they all entered class. "Okay, so Teams A and B stay here because the School Festival begins in ten minutes. Do you have everything set up?"

Teams A and B all said yes. Wendy then went to talk to Butters.

"Now Butters, all you have to do is stand in front of the entrance so that when people walk by you greet them with a 'Welcome to the Chocolate Factory'. Don't be afraid to add something happy." She smiled.

"Teams C and D are off to search for other classes. We'll be sure to be back at lunch time!" She said, and with that, Teams C and D, plus Marjorine, left.

Marjorine stopped in front of Butters. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked.

He nodded as he blushed. "You'll be back at lunch time, right, Margy?" He asked as he looked up at her with big eyes.

"Sure I will, Leo. I'll be back before you know it. The other kids will stay with you. If you do well I'll treat you with my special ginger cake." She smiled.

He blushed and smiled really big and glomped her. "Your ginger cake is sooooo good, Margy!"

She giggled. "Try and make your voice louder when you greet people. And when the second shift starts, I want you to follow the person you most get along with in the groups." She said patting his head.

He nodded, his hands in little fists covering his mouth.

Most of the class was watching and they all had blushes on their faces. They were about to cry or hug them. The two sounded like little kids and they were so cute and attached to each other. It was like two little kittens share food with each other… seriously, they are the embodiment of adorableness.

As the Teams and Marjorine left Butters was determined to stay at the door to welcome people with his louder voice, just like his dear sister told him to.

Wendy caught up with Craig, as they all went their ways. They met with Kyle and Cartman too and decided to move along to the first class that caught their interests.

A/N: Marjorine and Butters! They are the new characters…

I didn't expect to write this chapter today… so I guess I didn't give anyone a chance to compete for an answer. So I'll give you all another chance:

Marjorine ends up with someone. Can anyone guess who? Whoever does first will win a fanfiction from me dedicated to you, about whatever you want!

Also… I couldn't resist… I had to make Butters the ultimate uke.

Also about the religion rant… I just… I'm in an AP Human Geography class and I was doing my homework the other day. It had to do with religion and language. One of the test questions was about where the Catholics are located in the U.S. and it's usually where the Hispanic immigrants settle. I live in Miami, so that was an EASY question lol. Also, most Mormons ARE in Utah. They migrated to that state to separate themselves from the other religions so that they can start there and be accepted among their own kind. Also, Baptists and Christians are in North Florida and in the Bible Belt. Now I don't know much about the upper East Coast like New York and Pennsylvania. I've been there before, but it was for a short vacation when I was little. Another thing, South Park, the original town, is the exact opposite of Miami. It's summer 9 months (and apparently this year 12 months) a year, and winter or fall the other two. Seriouslah… I'm sick and fed up of the heat! I want the cold! The cold! I'm tired of not being about to wear winter clothes (which are so cute), and I'm tired of walking home and having to take a shower because I'm drenched in sweat! I'm tired of having to go to the supermarket and Walmart and EVERYONE that works there mostly, if not completely, only speaks Spanish. I'm tired of the humidity with tortures my hair (that's why I cut it boy short… THE HEAT!) I'm tired of wearing sunscreen every day because of the sun. You know that people here where jackets a lot? Especially teenagers. Why? Because the sun burns our skin! (Also because our classes are freezing). I'm tired of the time that when winter comes (and it's not even that cold, like 60 degrees) all the bimbos in my school where scarfs, thick jackets, gloves, hats… but sandals? The fuck is up with that!

Did I mention I HATE with a strong, deep, unrated passion this miserable city one calls Miami! I HATE it here! I want to go back to Gainesville! My glorious home town! (if you don't know that's where the Gators are in Florida) Or at least waaaaaaay up north like in Colorado or Chicago where it snows! Plus I despise beaches! Also, who cares about nightclubs! I'm not even old enough to go! Why would anyone love this miserable city! Miami Heat sucks and the Dolphins suck even more! And don't even MENTION the Marlins to me!

Sorry… I ranted too much on Miami.

Who actually reads my Author's Notes? Anyone?