Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I was kinda busy lately and wasn't feeling like IT anymore. I also have this massive writers block and need some help, anywhoo, here it is!

My eyes snap open at the sound of my mother hollering Spanish cuss words at me, as she does every morning. I threw my feet off my mattress on the floor and sat up tiredly, only to hit the bed again out of laziness.

"Ana Laura!" my mother screeched out angrily.

I stumbled back up in a start, throwing my blanket across the room in pure fear. I don't like it when ma starts saying my full name, one because I hate it, and two because it means she's pissed off,

And NO ONE likes it when she's pissed off.

I stand up on wobbly legs, dragging myself to my worn out closet and doing my daily routine. My brother opened the door in the middle of me brushing my teeth.

Now, I don't think I've introduced my little brother. So why not start now? This little kindergarten ball of sunshine is Maxwell Sove. He has jet black hair and blue eyes like mine, pure Mexican looking except for the eyes. I still don't have the slightest idea where the hell we got them.

"Whaa?" he wiped the toothpaste off his cheek when I accidently spit on him.

"I need five bucks." I looked at him suspiciously.

"Fo' wha?"

He grinned sheepishly,

"I owe this kid five bucks cuz I lost a bet."

"Wha kinda bet?"

He looked away shyly,

"I told him I could get him a date with you."

I spit out the toothpaste in the sink, looking at him blankly afterwards.

"What's wrong with you?" he started to whine,

"Common Ana, I needed five bucks and he has a massive crush on you!"

I flicked him on the head,

"That doesn't mean you could use that to your advantage and get a couple of bucks. You're on your own."

He looked at me with pleading eyes,

"Please? It's Chester."

"That no good son of a bitch? You made a bet with that?"

I grunt after a shoe made contact with my head.

"Watch the language."

I growled at my angry mother,

"Sorry mum."

I turned back to max, getting out my wallet and giving him five bucks.

"I'm gonna kill you next time you do it kid, understand?"

He nodded happily and ran off somewhere I frankly don't care about at the moment.

I grabbed my backpack and dragged it to the kitchen. I grabbed an apple and took a bite,

"Don't drag the damn backpack, you'll get it dirty." My mother spoke nothing but Spanish, so it was obvious I took advantage of this glorious ability I have,

"Shut up fucking bitch I'll do whatever the hell I want." I picked up my bag and hung it over my shoulder.

"What?" her voice was dripping with venom,

"Sorry mom I'll do it right away." I said in Spanish, using my sorry voice.

I flipped her off after she turned away. I opened the white wooden door, letting in a blast of cold air that instantly turned my cheeks and nose a light pink. I closed the door behind me after I adjusted my backpack, only to have it fall back on the floor. It looks better on the floor anyway.

I drag it and myself to the bus stop, leaning against the sign tiredly. I still sadly take the bus to school. Why? I still take that god forsaken bus because my parents don't think I'm ready for a car. What a bunch of crocks. Because of that I normally hitched a ride with Stan or Kyle along with Kenny, since he sadly can't afford a car. I have to admit, I myself feel kinda sorry for poor Kenny. He may not have much, but he has a heart of gold…. When he's not drawing boobs on his papers.

I saw a shaking form from the corner of my eye; it completely froze when I turned to get a better look. I felt my eyes widen at Tweek. He was unmoving, completely still.

"By god…" I whispered, cocking my head to the side in amazement.

"Tweek?"

"Gah!" he let out a squeak and flattened himself on the wall, he didn't dare move. I stretched my arm out to touch him.

"Tweek?"

He looked at my hand like it was poison,

"I don't w-want to g-get i-infected!" I looked at him, plainly confused.

"Infected with what?"

"The Ana Plague!" I let out an angry cuss,

I forgot about that.

I slowly placed my hand to my side,

"Sorry tweekers, I kinda forgot about that." I said in the softest voice I could muster up. He seemed to relax a bit.

"You kinda scared me since you stopped shaking." He looked away shyly,

"I guess it grew into a habit that I constantly shake huh?"

"Yeah, especially since you were kinda our replacement for Kenny." He looked a bit sad after that. I quickly came up with something else,

"But you made sure we wouldn't get in so much trouble, and you put up with us and our complete bitchiness."

I had to give Tweek credit for that, we were a bunch of little brats.

He gave me a small smile,

"Hey, when the whole 'Ana Plague' bullshit is over, do you wanna hang out sometime?"

He blushed lightly, nodding his head quickly,

"Yeah, that'd be cool." He said quietly, twitching a bit.

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Craig." He squeaked. I nodded, waving him off while getting on the bus,

"See you around."

He waved back, watching the bus as it drove away. He had a bubbly feeling in his stomach. He rubbed it slightly, wondering what was happening until reality bitch slapped him in the face,

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THE ANA PLAGUE!"

Well that's all I'm writing for now. I decided to get tweekers next. I'm thinking about getting either clyde or craig next so please help me with that!