First time writing a South Park f.fic so bare with me! My chapters at times tend to be somewhat long and of course, I don't own South Park, but I do own my made-up character and the plot. ;)

Chapter 1

Jesus..Kristina?

"Dude, where's Cartman? He said he'll tell us somethin' important. ." Stan Marsh asked his friend Kyle Broflovski, as they stood on the usual Monday morning by the usual bus stop waiting for the school bus.

"How should I know? Anyway, what would he have to tell us? Prob'ly his mom got him a cool toy or something".

As if on cue, Eric Cartman ran to the bus stop and stopped when he reached Stan and Kyle, out of breath.

"You guys...you guys..guess what? GUESS WHAT!"

"What!" Asked Stan and Kyle at the same time.

"..I...got..a myspace!"

Silence.

". . . Dude, what the fuck is a myspace? " asked Kyle after a good minute.

"You..you don't know what a myspace is? " Cartman in disbelief "Well, maybe 'cause you're a good for nothing jew!"

Kyle frowned

"At least I'm not a fatass, fatass!" Kyle said, pointing at him.

"Go back to San Fransisco where you belong you jew!" Cartman cried out, getting pissed off.

" Dude, at least his mom isn't on the cover of the Crack whore magazine!" Stan shot out in Kyle's defense

"...eh..eh..eh!" Cartman was in loss of words, "CAN'T WE STOP IT WITH THAT?"

Kenny McCormick arrived last, as usual

"Hey..Kenny! Do you know what a myspace is?" Cartman asked him.

Kenny nodded

"um hum! mim ho huhum!" Kenny replied, who actually meant: Uh-huh, it's so awesome!

Cartman grinned and eyed the other two boys.

"See, even though Kenny is poor, he knows what a myspace is! " Cartmen replied, stick his tongue out.

Finally the bus came in, with Mrs. Crabtree opening the door.

"Get in, We're runnin' late!" Said Mrs.Grabtree harshly.

"Oh, we're always running late, you piece of shit!" Stan shot back.

"WHAT..DID..YOU SAY!" Exclaimed the mean, half-deaf bus driver

" I said I don't like getting hit." Stan replied casually.

"Oh. Neither do I".. Mrs.Crabtree replied, as the four boys one by one got in the bus.

And off the South Park Elementry they went.

"Well girls and boys, I've got some exciting news for you all!" Mr.Garrison replied as the last of his students sat down.

"That's right Mr.Garrison!" Mr.Hat, Mr.Garrison's longlife puppet companion said, "A brand new student who just moved in from New York City!"

Everyone was pretty interested; A new student from N.Y.C? Who would want to move from that grat city to the little slump they called their town?

"She's a hispanic little girl ( Yes, Token, you won't be the only colored kid in this room) and goes by the name of Kristina Christ!"

"Christ? That's like, Jesus' name." Cartman replied, smirking, " what is she, Jesus' kid?"

The other kids snickered, as Mr.Garrison frowned.

"Yup, actually she is." He replied, making everyone shut up, all eyes on him.

" Jesus adopted her. .because he wanted to known how it felt to be a daddy." Mr. Hat told the class, nodded.

The class remained silent.

"So, please welcome Kristina!"

As Kristina Christ entered, Kyle then found himself staring; Kristina was a pretty little tan girl of average height, a bit slender, with curly hair into two low pigtails and nice hazel eyes. She wore a black jacket with nice red gloves.

Kristina looked at the class as Mr.Garrison piped in.

"Try to be nice to her class, okay? Kristina, you can sit next to Kyle" He told her, pointing at Kyle.

Kyle felt his stomach start to lurch as she went and sat next to him. He tried to catch a glimpse at her but she saw him and waved. He blushed and waved back, looking away. He heard Cartmen snicker

"Nice move, jew." Cartmen whispered to him, nudging in on the ribs.

"Shut the fuck up , fag! "Kyle whispered angerily back, only to be caught by Mr. Hat.

"Kyle, is there something you want to tell the class?" Asked Mr. Hat.

"I--uh..well..you see.." Kyle started, only to be interupt by Kristina.

"Oh, he was just telling me what lesson we're up to in our Math books, Mr. Hat." Replied Kristina, looking at at puppet innocently.

"Alrighty then. Anyway..we'll be learning division---"

Kyle couldn't believe it; She covered up from him. He looked at her again, as she opened up her textbook.

And for some reason, he actually started then to like math. . .

end.