Chapter 4: Amy of the Elf Kingdom

After an hour of resting she woke up to a sound, there was that small, quiet girl she saw yesterday. Emma, was her name right? She looked down and saw there was junk food left in her cell. There were cheesy poofs, some candy, chips, and some water. Hey, at least they were ok to their prisoners. Greedily she gobbled down her food; Emma was still in the room.

"Um- I hope you like those chips…I didn't know which one you'd like the best." Amy smiled at the girl.

"They are good. How are you?"

"Um I-I'm good Amy. Did you sleep well?"

"Yup full view of the stars. Better than watching Fatass run his mouth Am I right?" Emma smiled and chuckled lightly. Amy thought Emma seemed nice, maybe even nicer when she comes out of her shell. She decided she would talk to her as much as she could and maybe- No wait…what was she thinking?

Amy pondered on this dilemma of Cartman's blackmail. She knew he wasn't afraid to act. But at the same time she refused to be a fake girl and pretend to be friends. Game or not, she never rolled like that. 'Uggghhh! Dammit Cartman!' She thought bitterly.

Five minutes later an elf entered and took here outta her cell "The king wishes to see you."
When she was brought before the throne she realized that most to all the elves stared at her with either a dirty look or a blank stare. Emma was with a bow and arrow and launching them at targets, however she didn't hold a firm posture and occasionally let go. Many of the elves scolded her. She looked very ostracized.

Kyle looked to the guard that bounded Amy and told him he needed to talk her. As they departed to a little wood nearby the base, Jimmy stopped Kyle and handed him rope "J-J-Just in C-C-case" he explained. Rolling her eyes they continued. What did he want?

As Kyle and Amy walked into the wood there was nothing but pure silence. Amy's mind was a blur; she was more focused trying to deal with her dad. Then that's when Kyle spoke.

"Hey...Amy...What happened to your face?"Crap. Quickly using her hair to guard the bruise she looked at Kyle.

"Just Fatass. He's a racist son of a bitch." Kyle chuckled a bit but then his face became serious.

"That's a lie. You were injured but it was only minor. Plus you weren't bruised on this side of your face." Amy's eyes grew as big as plates. When did he notice-? But immediately she shot back.

"Why do you care I am a fucking human you know you're an elf you're not suppose to care!"

"Because I think you are better than that I've heard about you I think you will make a great addition to the elf kingdom." Befriend them...Make them think you are their friend...Cartmans words bounced around in her mind. Amy decided something in her mind, to help herself and her human kingdom.

'I won't stick around for long…just get info and get out of here before you get to close with anyone…that'll make Fatass shut up. I don't care how he treats me when I head back to the humans…I can handle his bull shit…but what he is doing...Unacceptable…' She looked him in the eye. "Well...hey I'm sick of Fatass anyway."

"So you'll join us?!" Amy nodded. Kyle gave her a smile and the two returned to the Elf kingdom to accept her as part of their kingdom.

That night, in front of all the elves, Kyle declared they had gained a new member. Amy did her best to place a gleeful smile and remain calm, though she felt both concerned and guilty. Many elves were skeptical but decided to give her a chance. Jimmy played a tune with all the elves and everyone broke out into dance. There was plenty of food and it just seemed like a warm inviting feeling. As much as Amy tried to fight it, even she couldn't resist dancing like mad even though she wasn't much of a dancer, she didn't care, she was enjoying herself.

She then noticed Emma in the trees. She wasn't much into the party and seemed to be stargazing. Amy climbed the tree to join the little elf. She gave her a smile and noticed her attention was turned to someone…Stan Marsh.

"You like him?"

"I-I don't k-know what you are t-talking about." She stammered, but Amy didn't have to dig for answers. Her face had gone code red.

"I think he may like you." Amy then regretted saying that because Emma began to cry.

"Oh-oh…I'm sorry I didn't think….I….what's wrong girl?"

"He hates me…"

"Why?"

"Because…I'm not like her…"

"Who the mega bitch...er Wendy?" Amy said scratching her head. Emma smiled a bit. At least that cheered her up…kinda. But still…Why would you want to be like her? I mean we are not fake, I'm not the one who would get boob implants and I'm not afraid to be me. Sure I dress up a bit now and then, but at heart, I'm mostly a tomboy. I love video games, especially Guitar Hero and Call of Duty and I would rather play spots than shopping most of the time. Even when I'm shopping I don't go to Stupid Spoiled Whore and buy me minis. I like my jeans and hoodies. I buy a skirt if I want to that doesn't make me look like a whore. You shouldn't change yourself either. I mean- look at you, you are a smart girl, pretty. But you don't overdo it and you aren't afraid to try fighting."

"You-you mean it? People say I'm a hideous nerd….It…really…huts me..." Amy hugged her. She thought it wasn't fair. People like Wendy and Bebe claimed knowledge was important when these hoes' were the ones getting together with Clyde for shoes or hating because someone was prettier. Emma seemed like the smart, yet shy one. But she was pretty and seemed like a sweetheart.

"Yeah...I don't get why you don't go for it."

"Well….forget it for now let's have some fun." Beamed Emma. Amy, deciding to concur, climb down from the tree with her. As they danced and ate their fill, Emma told her she's like her to meet a friend of hers. She was sure they'd get along great. Her name was Rebecca. But people called her 'Becca for short sometimes. A girly girl/ tomboy like Amy. But more girlish and she was one hell of a gamer. 'Best of both worlds' was how Rebecca described her personality. Almost like Amy's separated twin at birth. But as the party progressed, and Amy and her newfound friend made plans to practice archery, she realized something. She was in one huge web of trouble and she didn't know what to do.