Date: 9/9
Hi, my name is Claire Broflovski! Though I prefer to be called Crenny...
I don't remember much about my childhood. I just remember my biological mother leaving me in South Park when I was 2 and being found by my dad Kyle later.
Anyway, I live with him and his husband Eric. (I call him Cartman even though he's technically a Broflovski...) I also have a little brother named Abraham. Everyone just calls him Kyman. He looks like Cartman but he has dad's hair or as Cartman calls it, the jewfro. He has both Cartman's and dad's intellect, which sort of scares dad.
I, on the other hand, don't look like my parents. I'm Asian (Dad told me that I'm actually Vietnamese so that explains it...), had blonde hair (that I dyed to black with a blue streak in the back), have a somewhat monotone voice which has some emotion in it, and I have blue eyes that looked purple sometimes.
Yeah, I'm not related to the Broflovski's by blood but Kyle raised me ever since he found me and legally adopted me so I'm part of the family.
I woke up today thanks to my alarm clock. After I turned it off, I reach for my glasses and put them on. I get up from my bed to go open up my closet.
I get out a black turtleneck sweater, my favorite pink parka and a pair of blue sweatpants from the closet.
I put them on and then I go to my dresser and found my highlighter orange chullo with yellow puffballs and put it on my head.
As I run down the stairs, I see Kyman running his tubby ass down the stairs.
"Ey, what's the big idea!?", he screamed at me.
"YO MIKA!", I shout back. I hear Cartman groaning from the living room.
I ignored him.
?"I SAID SUCKING TOO HARD ON YOUR LOLLIPOP, OH! LOVE GONNA GET YOU DOWN!"?, Kyman sings loudly.
?"I SAID SUCKING TOO HARD ON YOUR LOLLIPOP, OH! LOVE'S GONNA GET YOU DOWN!"?, I sing back.
?"SUCKING TOO HARD ON YOUR LOLLIPOP, OH! LOVE'S GONNA GET YOU DOWN! SUCKING TOO HARD ON YOUR LOLLIPOP, OH! LOVE'S GONNA GET YOU DOWN! SAY, LOVE, SAY LOVE! OH, LOVE'S GONNA GET YOU DOWN! SAY, LOVE, SAY LOVE! OH, LOVE'S GONNA GET YOU DOWN!"?, Kyman and I both sing together as loud as our tiny lungs will allow us as we make our descent to the kitchen.
Dad looked at us both from the stove top and smiled while shaking his head.
"Alright, you two.", he said as he looked down at us. "Eat your breakfast first, then you two can sing."
"Ok, dad!", we both said at the same time.
We both sat down at the table and started eating our breakfast.
After we finished our breakfast we got our backpacks and I walked Kyman to kindergarten.
"Are you gonna pick meh up?", Kyman asked.
I snorted. "Of course I am, Abe. What do you take me for? My biological mother?"
Kyman didn't answer.
We arrived at South Park Kindergarten and I said goodbye to Kyman.
I go towards South Park Elementary with a pep in my step.
Why?
I've been homeschooled from kindergarten to 3rd grade by my dad. I was in preschool but I got pulled out because my preschool teacher was prejudiced towards mute kids. Oh yeah, I've been mute since I was 2 and started talking when I was 5 and my dad decided to let me go to school!
It's also because today is my first day in South Park Elementary's 4th Grade Class and I'm super excited because my super best friend is also starting 4th grade with me!
Speaking of her...
"CREEEEEEEEEEK!", I shout from the top of my tiny lungs.
She just turned around and looked at me.
Elly or Creek as she prefers to be called had a beat up blue chullo resting on her rats' nest of black hair. She was wearing a bright red oversized sweater that said, 'I'm not gay but my boyfriend is...' and a pair of black shorts.
I looked down on her feet. As usual, she had no shoes on.
"Hi, Crenny!", she said in her natural monotone voice as her blue eyes lit up when she saw me. She was pale, paler than, (her words not mine) hell's whitest ghost.
Creek and I met in preschool. We became friends when I was 5 and we were and still are inseparable. I hugged her and felt that she was as skinny as a twig.
'Huh...', I thought, 'I really need to get her to eat more...'
I step back for a bit and saw that she was dirty too. 'And she also needs a shower...'
"Crenny? Earth to Crenny!", I snapped out of my reverie.
"Creek, you need to eat.", I said.
"Anything else, mom?", she asked sarcastically.
"You also need a shower.", I replied.
Creek just smiled at me and told me as we walked to class, "I'll come over if that makes you feel better."
I smiled back and replied, "Yeah, it would."
