Author's Note:

South Park is obviously not made by me. It is a fantastic series made by Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Kylie Broflovski is my own original character who's a long lost younger twin sister of Kyle. She is also the protagonist and the Narrator of this story. The other characters are simply made by the two creators of South Park, so I own none of them.

I also got some of this idea when I watched "Soul Crusher" from Miraculous Ladybug.

Enjoy

Prologue

September 26, 2021

My name is Kylie Broflovski. I am 10 years old and was born on May 26th. I have long wavy red auburn hair, a green ushanka which I use to make it look like a beanie, red freckles on both sides of my cheeks, orange glasses, green jeans, an orange jacket with a green collar, lime green gloves, thick black eyelashes, and black shoes.

The most important thing you should know about me is that I'm a "Jewish" girl who currently lives in Jerusalem, Israel, which is mostly a Jewish country that has little population compared to some other countries in the world. The reason why I used quotation marks on the word Jewish is because I have it in my blood, but I don't necessarily learn it! And that's because I live with two dumbass parents, who APPARENTLY confuse the cultures of Judaism and Christianity together. We don't celebrate no Jewish holidays like Passover and Hanukkah, oh no. Instead, we celebrate….Christmas! Ugh! Nothing's wrong with it, obviously. It's just that it's not the proper holiday for Jews to celebrate.

Speaking of parents though, I live with two abusive adoptive parents who adopted me a few days after I was born (that's what they said anyway). My dad, David Hebrews is the very butch parent who's about as dimwitted as Patrick Star and Peter Griffin combined! Ok, that was a stupid analogy, but whatever. He doesn't know a thing about our Jewish heritage! One time, he claims that the Star of David is just a replica of one of the stars in Outer Space (how stupid is that?!). While being stupid, he's quite meaner and harsher than my mom. He purposely throws random objects at me, he yells at me saying that I'm always wrong (which isn't true) and slaps me multiple times when I dare talk back to him whenever he's wrong. He's also self-absorbed, egotistical, and just plain…..CRUEL! He often doesn't feed me and I have to make food all by myself.

And then there's my mom, Ariel Hebrews. While not as dumb as my father, she's not really bright either. She often forgets to feed me as well and often yells at me and makes fun of my appearance, continuously draws on my face with Sharpie when I'm sleeping (talk about childish), and sides with my dad for EVERYTHING, even when he's WRONG! I swear, my adoptive parents are so…..fucking…..stupid! Sometimes, I wish that I would move out and be free from them.

The next day, my parents left me in the house to go to the store and buy some "Jewish" meals (they'll probably buy pork food and shit). So, I was at home reading an actual Jewish book on the messy disgusting couch and a few hours later, I saw something on the news.

Apparently, BOTH of my adoptive parents seemed to have died from a car crash and the News Anchor stated that they weren't looking where they were going due to the fact that my mom was TEXTING AND DRIVING! Oh my god! I was so embarrassed that all I did was close my eyes and facepalm. When everyone found out about it (which was only a couple days later), the Federal came up to my house and opened the door. After everything that happened between me and my current dead parents, they suggested that I should stay with my biological family back in South Park from now on. I was reluctant about that suggestion thinking why I should go live with my real family due to what happened after I was born, but after some other thoughts came to mind, I simply nodded. I packed up my stuff and got the hell out of that wrecked place.

A few hours later, I came in front of this tall green house with its house number "1002" on the left side of said house with my green suitcase. The Federal said that this place is where my biological family lives. I was hesitant to knock on the door but after some thinking, I knocked on it anyway. A woman with a red beehive hairstyle and blue suit came to the door. She looked at me with a judgmental expression like she didn't know who I was. Hell, I don't even know who she is.

"May I help you?" She asked.

"Umm…...hey," I said nervously as I rubbed the back of my neck. She sure does look intimidating. "Apparently I'm your biological daughter, Kylie. I know it's hard to believe since it's been 10 years, but some members who work at the Federal department said that I'm related to you. They looked up some information about me….and stuff…..and uhh…...they said that I should live with you now after my adoptive parents died."

The woman cocked her eyebrows a little bit. "Kylie, huh?" She stated. "What's your last name?"

"Broflovski." I answered.

Suddenly, she was both astonished and ecstatic. "Broflovski?! Kylie Broflovski?! Is that really you? I…..I don't believe it!"

I giggled a little. "Yeah, that's me, alright. May I come in?"

The large woman smiled. "Of course. I think it's time for my family to know the truth about you anyway."

The truth? I thought. I went inside with my suitcase and the lady closed the door behind me.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I know this chapter was really short but trust me, it'll get longer.