OKAY! I think I know how to write this chapter in a way that doesn't totally suck. So let's do this thing! (This chapter and the next one gonna involve a few POV changes, get ready guys!)

Also, I apologize for the wait. I was too busy celebrating that my parents can get married legally in NY! WOOHOO! The good news is, the next chapter should include all the OC's, and I'm also exited to write it so it should be posted earlier than this one :3

Um, I realized I hadn't done this yet, so let's just get this over with right now.

I. DON'T. OWN. SOUTH. PARK. OR ANYTHING ELSE I CAN GET SUED FOR. I own Allie and Dan. I don't own any other OC's. Check the reviews if you want to know who owns the others. Speaking of reviews YOU GUYS ROCK!

There's a girl walking up behind Cartman. She isn't looking where she's going; instead she's staring intently at this piece of paper in her hands, I think. It's hard to tell with her hood up where her eyes are. I wonder if I should warn her that she's about to bump right into the fatass…I look over at Kenny, who is standing on my right, trying to distract Katrina from the fight that Kyle and Cartman are having off to my left. I sigh; this is a usual at the bus stop.

"I really wish they should stop fighting, it's giving me a headache…" Katrina pulls her pink beanie over her light blue eyes and auburn hair.

"Eh," Kenny replies, "They'll get over it sooner or later. Hey, did you do the science homework last night?" Katrina glares at Kenny.

"Yes, and I'm NOT letting you copy. You have to do your own homework silly!"

"But you're really good at science, and I don't get any of it!" I let the conversation fade out and glance back at the fight between Cartman and Kyle just in time to see the girl from earlier crash against Cartman's back.

"Oooff!" The girl lets out air as she falls down on the snowy ground.

"EY! Watch where you're going you fucking hippie!" Cartman turns around and glares at the girl.

"Hey, leave her alone!" Kyle pushes Cartman away from the girl.

"Don't touch me you stupid Jew!"

"Don't call me a stupid Jew, fucking fatass!"

"Guys, calm down! You're scaring her!" I point to the girl on the ground, who has a bewildered expression on her face. "And you're giving Katrina a headache."

"Sorry Stan, your right." Kyle replies, giving Katrina an apologetic glance, and then leaning down to help the girl up. "Sorry about that…um…" The girl gets up and brushes the snow off her hoodie.

"Jasmine Mary Raven Yolanda Susan the Third."

"…really?" I ask from behind Kyle, my face full of disbelief.

"No." I can hear Kenny laughing behind me, and Katrina chuckling as well. "I'm Allie. Allie Oziland." She turns and gives Cartman a glare viva-la-Craig.

"That's more believable." Kenny sais from behind me. He walks up to Allie and promptly thrusts out his hand, giving her a wink. "I'm Kenny, and this is Kyle, Katrina, Stan, and Cartman. Are you new here?"

"Why in the world would anyone decide to live here voluntarily?" I ask under my breath in wonder.

"Yeah, I, um, South Park High?" She takes Kenny's hand, not to be rude, and shakes it. Kenny's eyes immediately light up in wonder and curiosity.

"Awesome…" I can hear him mutter under his breath. Allie stares at him like a freak, and carefully removes her hand from his.

"Oh, right, South Park High, yup. Welcome to the shithole!" Kenny exclaims and throws his hands up in the air; like that mini-trance thing never happened.

Allie laughs nervously and takes a look at us. Cartman and Kyle are back to arguing about Jews and fat people and more of the usual. When her eyes turn to Katrina she stops. Allie raises one eyebrow in thought and adjusts her glasses on her nose.

"Nice hair." She states. I can't tell if she's sarcastic or not. Apparently, neither can Katrina.

"Oh! Uh, thanks, I think…My aunt dyed it, you know…" She trails off, twisting her blue strand of hair around her finger.

*SCREEEEEEECH*

"Alright, come on! I haven't got all day you know!" Our bus driver yells at us as the bus pulls up.

"Does she ever stop PMSing?" I whisper to Kenny under my breath.

"Naw, she's just permanently got a pole up her ass. Kenny whispers back.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" The bus driver exclaims, whipping around to glare at Kenny.

"Uh," Kenny sais, "My sister has a mole on her back!"

"Oh. So does mine." Our bus driver drops it and closes the door. She starts up the bus once I've sat down next to Kenny. How hasn't she got fired yet? I look out the window in boredom, ready to start a new week at school.

HERES THE FIRST POV CHANGE

I can't get a good reading on Stan. Whenever I touch him, I never get anything. Like, with that new girl, I got that she's telekinetic and she can do a whole lotta 6th sense shit. But with Stan; nothing. I'm beginning to think that whatever great and all mighty basterd, who 'bestowed' these powers on a whole bunch of people in America a month ago, totally forgot about him.

I stare straight at the seat in front of me on the bus, content on thinking the rest of our extremely and unreasonably long bus ride to school, aka the 10th circle of hell.

Oh, and speaking of powers, don't you think you could have given me, gee, I don't know, a power that DIDN'T totally SUCK ASS? Or did you think that not being able to die was good enough? Cuz let me tell you something 'oh great and mighty god'; It sucks. And being able to tell what other's powers are isn't too far behind on the suck scale. I mean, okay, it's probably cooler than Cristophe's. Woohoo, he can run faster and jump higher. (Though, I really wouldn't cross him anyway…) I can run pretty fast when I need to, and jumping isn't super fantastic. And it's definitely better than that one kid I saw on Kyle's TV the other day that tried to rob a bank in New York by sending bubbles at the guards. Bonnie's isn't too great. I mean, okay, healing can save lives and all that, and Bonnie is a pretty cute chick, but really? Healing? Waaaay overdone. And, no offence to Jamie (who's a pretty chill dude, not to mention pretty sexy), but my power is totally better than being able to make someone feel happy or sad or pissed-off or something.

But hey, big guy up there, did you HAVE to make me under Butters? I mean, he's practically a 10 year old trapped in a 16 (17?) year olds body, AND HE CAN MOVE THE FUCKING EARTH! I'm not talking pussy plant control shit, I'm talking Terrakinesis. Like, making-volcanoes-come-from-under-your-goddamn-feet shit. And I don't know what Katrina can do, on account of her not liking to be touched rule, but I saw her get angry the other day, and the snow around her feet started to melt and all the animals around her began to hiss. So I'm pretty sure that counts as being cooler than mine.

In all seriousness though, I'm really worried about Cartman. He's just beginning to figure out what being able to animate inanimate objects means, and I'm scared that if he sees the news and what's been going on in America, he'll begin to follow all the kids that have risen up against what they don't think is right. And knowing what Cartman doesn't think is right, that could end up pretty badly for any Jew, Ginger, Jersey citizen, or just anyone that hates Cartman. Which is pretty much everyone. The good news is, Cartman never watches the news. So we're safe for now.

"Hey Kenny." I turn and look at Stan, who tore his gaze away from the window to talk to me. "Hear about the homecoming dance on Friday?"

"Of course I have," I reply back, "That's all Bonnie ever talks about now."

"Has she asked you?"

"Naw, she's too shy. I think she's waiting for me to ask her."

"So?" Stan gave me a confused look. "What are you waiting for?" I turn towards him and give him a serious look.

"Look dude, I don't know if I wanna ask Bonnie out. I mean, she's awesome and everything but she's kinda like a female Butters…way too optimistic."

"Come on man," Stan replies, "She's got her eye on you for a while now, and you've been flirting back. You can't just drop her!"

"I'm not 'dropping' her Stan; I just wanna keep my options open."

"What options?" Stan replies back, giving me a smug grin. I roll my eyes. Despite my 'whore' status at the school, I'm still a pretty hot item with the ladies and the men.

"How about Minnie? English accents are always hot." I reply. Stan gives me another confused look.

"You mean Cherry? I dunno man…"

"Yeah, you're right; I could definitely land a girl with a bigger bust." I waggle my eyebrows at him and give him a sly grin. Its common knowledge that there's something going on between him and Craig's sister, Scarlett; which pisses Craig off to no end but hey, I don't blame Stan. That girl has some SERIOUS boobs.

"W-what are you implying?" Stan responds, his face going red.

"Oh nothing." I answer innocently. I'll have time to rag on him later. "So, what about Jamie then?" I ask. He's kinda short, but damn is that kid hot! Not to mention I like his attitude.

"Look Kenny, I seriously think you should ask Bonnie. You've been leading her on, you owe this to her. Besides, maybe you could actually like her." I sigh and look up at Stan. Yeah, I know he's right. Well I guess I found me a date.

"Alright, alright." I verbally cave in. Then I quickly change the subject. "So, you gonna ask Scarlett today, or are you gonna wait till tomorrow?"

"W-WHAT?" Stan exclaims, turning a full beat-red. I chuckle as the bus comes to a halt in front of the school. I get up and hurry to get off before Stan can bother me any more about the dance. I breathe in the cool, still air of South Park and look around for Bonnie. Ah, there she is, with her fellow cheerleaders; swishing her long honey blond curls as she shakes her head at something Arissa asked her. Arissa turns in my direction, sees me, and whispers something to Bonnie, who turns bright red and begins to flail her arms. Well, that's my cue. I take a moment to get my swag on, and walk over to the girls, ready to ask Bonnie to the dance.

WEEE POV CHANGE!

Oh my god, here he comes, I'm so nervous! I really hope he asks me this time!

Oh man, here comes Kenny. I sure hope he asks Bonnie to the dance, she would be heartbroken if he didn't. Oh, this is gonna be good!

Well, here I go…

It was silent for a few moments after that, and I took that time to quickly get my ass out of there. I did NOT wanna be there when the cheerleader's minds explode with glee. Unfortunately, they all seem to have some super mind-explosion powers, because I could hear their thoughts from the other side of the hallway.

EEEPPP!

OH MY GOD HE ASKED HER!

Phew, now Stan can get off my back about this.

God Dammit, why couldn't he have asked ME?

I can't WAIT to tell EVERYONE!

"UGH!" I exclaim out loud, putting my hands over my ears. Like that's gonna do any good, I don't hear them through my ears but through my mind. Why did I have to get the power of mind reading? This royally sucks. Especially since Kenny asked the cheerleader instead of me. Oh well, there's plenty of other guys out there, right? I sigh, still upset though I try and be cheerful.

I finally arrive at my locker and look around to find my friend across the hall.

"Hey, Alyssa." She turns towards me, blue eye facing me first and then her green one. She was a year younger than me, being 16, but she was still a junior. She stares at me and smiles.

"Hi Juliet!" She exclaims loudly, making her way other to my locker. "What's up? You seem kinda down."

"Well, it IS Monday." I respond back, not telling her the full truth. She knows I can read other's minds, but only what their immediately thinking. I also told her that I can make parts of me invisible. Though she doesn't know about the dreams I've been having. Damn, freaky future-telling dreams.

"Hehe, I suppose so. Monday's never really bothered me though. Come on, we gotta get to class." She takes my hand and begins to walk to class. Oh shit! I pull my hand away from hers and she stops walking at the same time. She turns to me and gives me a you're-not-telling-me-everything-and-I-know-it look. I sigh.

"Alright, alright, so now you know." I awkwardly adjust my purple beanie over my clashing orange hair. I totally forgot that she has a power similar to mine, though apparently she needs to touch someone to know their thoughts. I don't know the details since she's not a very open person, but I know the basics.

"Eh, you don't need Kenny; he's just a big perv anyway." She pats the top of my head, messing up the beanie I just fixed. "Come on shortie, lighten up. There are other guys in the school. And a lot of them are better than Kenny." I smile up at her, taking in her black layered hair and blonde highlights. She doesn't smile back with her mouth, but I can see it in her left eye, the blue one. The right one, the green one, is covered by her hair, as usual.

"Yeah, your right." I respond, getting the rest of my things from my locker.

*BRIIIIIIIIIING! BRIIIIIIIIIING! BRIIIIIIIIIING!*

"Aw crap we're gonna be late. Again." Alyssa walks off to class, taking off her winter jacket to reveal a tight fitting shirt underneath. "You coming?" She asks me, turning her head to look at me but still walking down the hall.

"Yeah yeah, slow down!" I slam my locker shut and hurry to catch up with her. We both stop in front of the photography room.

"How did you manage to convince me to take photography again?" Alyssa asks me in a curious voice.

"Duh," I respond, "Because it's awesome!"

"Riiight." she says, still unconvinced. She pushes open the door. "After you." I walk in, pulling a piece of hair out of the gauge in my ear. Fortunately, the teacher isn't here yet. I turn towards my table and smile when I see Ciel sitting waiting for us. Her super long black hair pulled back into a ponytail while she sketches away in her drawing book. Next to her was a girl that could make even me and Ciel looks tall; Cherry. Though we all call her Minnie (except for Ciel) because she's even shorter than us. She's brushing her dark brown hair back into her light pink hoddie, which matches the highlights in her hair. Her long black lashes cover her eyes as she watches Ciel work. I look at the other side of the table and sigh. Jim used to sit there, but a month ago he just dropped all art classes and never explained why. It's a shame; he was really nice and really interesting to talk to.

"Hey, what are you drawing, Ciel?" I ask as I sit down at the table. Minnie looks up in surprise but Ciel answers without taking her eyes off her drawing.

"Cherry; manga-style." I look over at her drawing. Sure enough, it was Cherry. Clad in her hoddie, baby blue shirt, skinny jeans and flats. Her hair was loose and flowing in the invisible wind. She was holding a cat that Ciel hadn't finished drawing yet. Her expression wasn't drawn yet either, but it was really good so far. She tore her gaze away from her drawing and turned her unique violet eyes towards me.

I wonder if she likes it. I mean, it's not finished yet…aw shit what if she gets jealous? I've drawn most of my friends already but I haven't drawn her. No, that's not like her. I'll get started on hers soon.

I smile up at Ciel. I don't mind her thoughts, which is strange because I usually hate everyone's. Ciel is smart though, her thoughts are always positive, though sometimes a bit selfish. But still always positive.

"It looks wonderful." I tell Ciel. She looks satisfied by my answer and lack of jealousy and turns back to her drawing.

"I think I look absolutely adorable!" Cherry exclaims, showing her British accent.

"Eh, not bad, I guess." Alyssa sais as she casually tosses her jacket on the back of her chair and sits down.

"Alyssa!" I exclaim, giving her a glare.

"Just kidding, Shesh. It's pretty good." She smirks at me and I roll my eyes.

"Better than anything I can do." I respond, twisting my Monroe piercing. I just got it done a month ago, so it hasn't fully held yet.

What is she talking about? She's awesome at drawing; she just does real life drawings. It's different than Ciel, but still amazing.

I smile towards the wall as I listen to Minnie's thoughts. She's a sweet girl, always nice. Sweet can get annoying sometimes though.

"Okay class, I hope you didn't wait too long for me!" Our teacher sais as she walks in, late as always. Mrs. McDonnell was the mother of one of the other girls in our grade. Dorothy, I think. I don't really know her too well, but her mom is super nice, and a wonderful photographer.

"Okay class," she begins again, "Before we start I have some news to tell you all. Remember when I said we would be receiving a new student? Well, she starts her classes today! I would like you all to meet Allie." She turns towards the door and gestures to the girl standing there. I raze my eyebrows in surprise, when did she walk in? "Allie," Mrs. McDonnell starts, "Why don't you tell us about yourself?"

"Um," Allie starts to say, her face blank. "I'm Allie." the room pauses for a second as everyone expects her to say something else. I hear Alyssa giggle by my side and she grabs my hand.

Well Juliet? What do you think of the new kid?

We've done this a few times. As long as Alyssa is touching me, we can make a sort of telepathic link between each other through our thoughts.

She seems kinda anti-social.

I think she's funny.

Whatever. You wanna invite her to sit with us? Now that Jim's not here, we have a free seat at the table.

Whoops, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned Jim. She's not thinking about it, but I know she liked him. They both originally bonded over their heterochromatic eyes, but they became better friends with the constant conversations they always had about the most interesting things. After Jim left art, Alyssa kept on bothering him because he wouldn't tell her why. It's still a mystery to all of us, but Alyssa still won't let go of it. Alyssa looked at me and I know she knows everything I just thought about him. She puts on a smile and chooses to ignore it.

Eh, why the hell not.

"Um, alright. How about you tell us so-"

"Mrs. McDonnell?" I interrupt the teacher and wave my hand in the air.

"Yes Juliet?"

"If Allie doesn't have a place to sit yet, she can sit at our table. We have an empty seat."

Ciel stares at me with a curious expression on her face, but Minnie just smiles at the new girl. As soon as I said it, Allie rushes to our table and sits down, letting her messenger bag fall on the ground next to her chair.

"Well, alright then." The teacher sais, still confused about what just happened but goes along with it. "Now, if I remember correctly yesterday we were learning about filters and contrast levels, correct?" The teacher continues to ramble on about today's lesson. I lean back in my chair and begin to de-tangle my wild hair with my fingers.

"I find a comb works better, here." I turn to find the new girl whispering to me, holding out a comb for me. I take in her wild dark red hair she attempted to tame with a hair tie and smile.

"Thanks, I'm Juliet." I introduce myself, taking the comb.

"Allie." she responds back. "But I'm sure you've gathered that by now."

"I'm Alyssa" Alyssa holds out her hand for Allie to shake. "And that's Ciel and Minnie." Allie pauses for a second, and then quickly shakes Alyssa's hand.

"Cherry, my name is Cherry!" Cherry angrily whispers at Alyssa.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Alyssa smirks back at Cherry, who gives Alyssa a frustrated look.

"Girls, I'm glad you're all getting to know each other, but please pay attention the lesson." Whoops, busted.

"Yes Mrs. McDonnell." Alyssa, Cherry, and I respond back at the same time. Ciel just keeps on drawing. Oh well, whatever, there will be plenty of time for us to get to know the new girl. Just not during class…

I had WAAAYYY too much fun with Kenny's monologue. I apologize for not taking my ADHD medication when I was writing that. Also, even though it seems redundant, I needed to get that in there just to cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time. I apologize if you wanted more Kenny, you will get him…Eventually.

Also, if I get any of the OC's wrong, please tell me and I'll do my best to fix them!

Uh, if any of this chapter was confusing, I completely understand. If anyone didn't get something, ask me in a review and I'll clarify whatever in the next chapter in the beginning.

(Oops, I, uh, "misplaced" my main reference sheet. whoops. Also, have you ever chocolate with real raspberries? It's just like raspberry chocolate, only better for you!)