A/N On my phone... Expect stupid typos.

STILL ONLY OWN THIS LAPTOP AND POSSIBLY AT LEAST HALF OF ASIA!

J's POV

"She's coming back home and everything will go back to normal!" Emily exclaims. I'm sitting on the ground in-between Emily and Stan, who have kept the argument going on which school I'm going to.

"No, she's staying here. Things change all the time and she's used to it." Stan tells Emily. "Plus I need to monitor her, did you even know she'a suicidal?" Oh no, please don't bring this up.

"Bye!" I exclaim, I try to get up and run away, Emily grabs my hood and keeps me where I am. Or in a foot radius of the area.

"Did you know this about her?" Emily asks. "Cuts." Emily spins me around and yanks my sleeve up, revealing scars that have started to fade due to not being re-opened. "Anorexic." She balls up part of my good in her hand, revealing how skinny I actually am. "Legally watched by the government..." Emily starts to say. "Where the h*ll did that tracking anklet go?!"

"Probably somewhere between London and Paris by now." I tell her.

Emily goes on listing. "Legally proven insane." She yanks up my other sleeve, revealing a tattoo I was forced to get that signifies how 'threatening' I am. "And since I'm the closest thing she has to family I'm required to carry a summary of her criminal record." Emily hands Stan five folded up pieces of paper. That's a summarized list of everything I've ever not gotten away with. "I monitor her too, and I know her better than anyone. I know her better than her knows her."

"What's her last name?" Stan asks Emily. The one thing.

"She wouldn't tell anyone her middle or last name in a million years, but her real name is Julianna and not just J." Emily says.

"Julianna Ciaphe." Stan states. "First and last name. All that other information helps too, so I'll search her backpack and take every single sharp object from her."

"D*mnit." I say. "I haven't cut since the school burned down! Haven't had enough time."

"She coming back home!" Emily yells, finally letting my hoodie out of her hands.

"What is your middle name?" Stan asks me.

"Julianna Marcy Ciaphe are you two happy now? Why can't I make the decision?" I ask.

The bell rings. I'm not even going to go to class. I climb up the tree and think.

I'm not doing anything to the new school, no vandalism or sabotage. I'll just make a decision. I can stay here at South Park, and not know everyone and start over. Or I can go back and just keep in contact over here, keeping all my friends. But I could also just wander and not do anything.

I think I'll move back, and come here on vacations and things. Plus Emily's mom and dad are divorcing and Emily's two siblings are staying with her dad in their current house, while Emily and her mom are moving into a two bedroom house. They invited me to live there with them, Emily's right she's one of my closest things I have to a family. But even so I would rather be in the forest. I like it there.

But I will just move back to my old school and try to keep contact with the hundred people I know. That actually know me back. You'd be suprised how many idiots walk into the forest and think they hallucinate the little survivor helper.

I let my mind wonder to every topic I've been thinking about recently. Family, friends, why I'm even here, purpose in general. Nothing makes sense to me.

I finally come out of my small trance by the kids cheering as they come out of school. I jump down from the tree and start walking to my camp. I need to pack my small collection up.

Thirty Minutes Later

"What do you mean your going back over there?!" Stan exclaims.

"I'm going over there to a forest I'm more used to, and school, and I'll come here for stuff like weekends or Christmas break." I tell him.

I have my backpack on with all my stuff in it. I'm almost out of South Park and at West Park, my town.

"Plus if I'm not there when Katy burns the school down again, then no one has the tattoo to prove they're insane." I add on. "You get to go back to life as normal too, go hang out with Kyle or Kenny."

Stan leaves. I walk to my town. While passing the construction site I realize that the time estimate I was given was wrong, supplies and desks and chairs are already being carried into the finished building. Never ask for information from people. Just ask your pet lizard or something.

So in five days or less. It'll be over. Completely, totally over. I'm not going to school tomorrow. I need to think. A lot.

The Next Day, Stan's POV

"So where the h*ll is she?!" J's friend, Emily exclaims. J hasn't shown up to school at all, and now at recess, I'm being b*tched to about it.

"She went back to your town last night. She's going to school there again. If anyone should know where J is, it's you." I say.

"Well use your stupid telepathic connection or something and get an answer dumba**." Emily says. Wow, she's worried.

Where are you?! I ask.

Somewhere between a mind and a dreamscape. J replies. Physically I'm in West Park East Forest.

"She's in the West Park East Forest, if that's even a place." I tell Emily.

"It is and we have no time to go anywhere. I'll let her slide for today and let her off." Emily explains. She treats J sort of like a pet.

A/N Only four days left for this world left.

Unless there's a sequel I've been planning that I wasn't supposed to mention.

Oops... Well bye!