Hi everyone! Here's chapter of WtSP! I'm also going to be working on another OC story so watch out!

Because I forgot to include this in the first chapter..

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. South Park and all of it's characters belong to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. I only own Emilie.

Let's begin!


BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Oh my fucking god.

I rolled over, slamming my fist down on the snooze button. I do not want to deal with school today, or any day for that matter. Fuck this, I'm going back to sleep.

I pulled the covers over my head, fully prepared to go back to sleep. I had my eyes closed for about five minutes and I would have drifted off to dreamland.

Until my mother burst into the room.

"Emilie!" She scolded. I heard her heels tap across the floor over to my bed. She shook me, but I just groaned and turned so my backs facing her. I felt her hand on the blanket and I froze.

Oh no, I thought. Here it comes.

She ripped my blankets off and I immediately curled up for warmth. This type of treatment is cruel for so early in the morning. Especially if it's cold.

"Mom no! I don't want to go." I covered my face with a pillow. She sighed and I heard her mumble, "What am I going to do with you."

Ha. I thought to myself. I win. I grabbed the blanket and snuggled back up into their warmth until my mom used the ultimate bargaining chip.

"If you get up I'll make the cinnamon pancakes you love so much"

Damn.


Half an hour later I was chowing down on those delicious pancakes. Yeah I'd have to pick the food out of my braces but it's totally worth it.

"Where's dad?" I asked, gulping down some milk.

"His shift started an hour earlier, I'm just about to head out. Oh, Kyle will be here any minute to show you the bus stop. Don't keep him waiting." She winked which nearly made me choke. Milk dribbled down my chin and I grabbed my napkin before it could ruin my outfit.

"Mom I just met the guy, calm down." I wiped my face with a napkin. "At least let me get settled in before you pair me up with guys."

"Fair enough. How do I look?" She modeled a black blazer with a white undershirt. The shirt was tucked neatly into a black pencil skirt held by a belt with a gold buckle. Her heels made cheerful tapping noises on the floor as she turned around for me.

"Amazing! The pearl earrings looks great on you." I complimented. My mom smiled, she always loved those earrings. "My turn, how do I look" I asked, standing up.

I decided to wear my favorite outfit for my first day; a black and red striped v-neck with sleeves that stopped at the elbows, a black miniskirt and thigh highs with a kitty face on them and my Converse.

"Cute!" My mom eyed my outfit. "You're going to turn some heads." I grinned, taking my breakfast dishes to the sink and quickly washing them off before Kyle shown up.

When we heard a knock at the door my mom checked her phone. "Shoot! I'm going to be late. I'll see you around dinnertime dear. Love you and have a great day!" She let Kyle in and gave a quick greeting before hurrying to her car.

"Hey Emilie." Kyle greeted. "You ready?"

"Yeah almost," I didn't have enough time to clean my braces. Oh well, I could wait until I got home. I dried off my hands with a paper towel and straightened my outfit.

"Now I'm ready!" I picked up my bag and coat from the back of my chair. "So where exactly is the bus stop? Down the street or something?" I asked, joining him at the door. I reached into my bag and pulled out the key and closed and locked the door.

"Yeah, and you can meet my friends there too." Kyle answered. Once outside in the chilly air I pulled on my coat.

"Sweet. Are they any nice?" I asked, walking with him.

"Well for the most part yeah, except for Cartman." Kyle said slowly. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Cartman?"

"You'll see."


As we neared the bus stop I could see three other figures waiting. One of them was pretty tall, and kind of muscular. He had a red and blue hat and was pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance at the two other figures. The other one was wearing a giant orange parka with the hood pulled up and matching orange pants.

Fashion disaster much?

And the last one was very hard to miss. He was very very very fat, and from the looks of it he was ranting about something. When we got closer, I could hear that he was going on a very racist rant about the Jewish. Shocked, I looked at Kyle to see if he was okay. He was glaring at the fat guy and his cheeks were red from anger.

"God dammit Cartman!" Kyle shouted, storming over to him.

So that's Cartman.

"See you guys! I told you that Jew-boy had some kind of money senses! He heard me talking about money and he appeared!" He was shouting.

Good god is this guy serious? I was getting more and more irritated with every word Cartman was saying. What a beautiful way to start my day.

"Hey Kyle," Blue hat guy interrupted. He must have noticed me standing there awkwardly because he was staring hard at me. "Who's your friend?" He glanced at Kyle with a smile. The argument stopped and the guys stared at me intensely.

Suddenly, I felt pretty shy. I looked at the ground as if my shoes were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Oh! That's Emilie. She's new." Kyle introduced me. "Emilie this is Stan, Kenny and Fatass- I mean Cartman."

"'Ey! Don't call me 'fatass' money grubber!"

"Don't call me 'money grubber'!"

The two started bickering again, leaving me confused and very concerned.

"Do they do this a lot?" I asked Stan.

"Yeah, it's an everyday thing." He sighed. "Cartman always provokes him and those two can go at it for hours."

"Why are they even friends?" I stared at Kyle and Cartman and Stan just shrugged in response. Something clicked in my mind and I realized something.

"Oh! Kyle told me about you. He said you're his super best friend." Stan chuckled and nodded in confirmation.

"That's me. We've known each other since preschool. Same with Cartman and Kenny." I noticed that Kenny was pretty quiet, his blue eyes focused on me. Poor guy was probably looking for an opening in the conversation.

"Um, hi." I said to him nervously.

"Mmph mmph mhm mmp!" Was my response.

What.

"Uhhhh..." What the hell am I supposed to say to grunts? Can he talk? I looked to Stan for help.

"Oh, Kenny says it's nice to meet you." Stan translated. "He doesn't like to have his hood down when he's outside."

"Right...Um, nice to meet you too Kenny." I was still pretty nervous around the guys. Where is that stupid bus?

As if on cue, the bus slowed to a stop. The bus driver was a very grumpy looking lady that smelled like body odor and booze. Kyle and Cartman stopped their argument and stood in line to board.

"Sit down!" She snapped and slammed the door shut. I walked down the isle and everyone took their seats. Stan sat next to a girl with long shiny black hair and Cartman and Kenny sat together. That left me and Kyle.

"We can sit together if you'd like." He offered. "Come on, there's some seats in the back."

I could feel everyone's eyes on me as we walked to the back of the bus. Some guys were checking me out and some girls were whispering and pointing at me. They don't even know my name and I bet they're already starting rumors.

Oh god it's like being in middle school again.

Kyle took the seat in the very back of the bus and patted the spot next to him. I sat with him and rested my bag on my lap.

"Hey." I heard an unfamiliar voice. I looked up to see a boy with messy brown hair and brown eyes staring at me. He was sitting in front of us and he had turned around in his seat to talk to me.

"Oh, um, hi." I don't know why I'm so nervous all of a sudden. "I'm Emilie."

"Clyde." Clyde stuck his hand out for me to shake it. I slowly took his hand and shook it briefly. Clyde grinned and gave me a once over.

"Hey, you're kind of hot. You can sit with me instead."

Oh god he's flirting with me. How do I deal with this?

Kyle groaned in irritation. "Leave her alone Clyde." He said harshly. Clyde stopped and glared at Kyle darkly.

Whoa. Tension much?

I sat there awkwardly before Clyde slowly turned around. But not before winking at me and mouthing, "I'll talk to you later."

I looked away shyly, my cheeks heating up with a blush. That was the first time a guy called me hot, and winked at me in the same day.

"Hey Emilie." Kyle pointed out the window. "We're here!" I looked out and saw a large yellow building with a purple sign that read, "South Park Highschool"

I gulped nervously. Here it is, the start of my new life at Shit Park.

Here I go.

I stood up to get off the bus, not knowing what the day holds for me.


I hope this chapter wasn't too rushed or confusing D: I might re-write this if I'm unsatisfied

Anyway, in the next chapter Emilie is going to experience her first day at Shit Park High! 0u0

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