He didn't say anything, he just looked at me. Or was it glaring? I couldn't tell. I waited to see if he'd respond. He didn't. Embarrassed, I dropped the bag I was carrying with me and booked it off to the girl's bathroom, crying tears of irrationalized frustration. Closing a stall door and locking it, I slid my back against it until I was sitting in front of a toilet, crying in my hands. What was I thinking? I sat like this for a few minutes.

Then a thought flashed in my mind: I was leaving soon. It didn't matter. But, at the same time, as I knew it didn't matter, I was still so angry that I befriended people anyways. I wished that I'd just stayed in New York because leaving would be so difficult. All the friends I made – all the enemies.

I sat for a few more minutes before the bathroom door opened and I heard Wendy's voice:

"Emma?"

I didn't respond.

"I know you're in here. The Goth girl is worried about you."

"Henrietta," I sighed, quietly. "Her name is Henrietta."

"Huh? Will you just come out and tell me what's going on?" She asked.

"I'm moving back home, Wendy," I said. "My dad isn't making enough anymore – it's not stable. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"But, Emma, South Park is your home."

I could hear her getting upset. Sighing, I wiped my eyes, hoping I forgot to wear makeup, and unlocked the stall door.

"No more than New York is."

"But, you said it yourself!" She demanded, in that high pitched girly voice that girls make when they're upset. "You have friends here."

"Yeah friends, and people who want me dead, apparently," I sighed.

"Dead? Who?"

"It's not a bi–"

"I swear if the boys are playing superhero and scaring you, we can get back at them!" She said.

Playing superhero? Mysterion? Mosquito? Were those aliases. But, for who.

"Do you know who's been harassing you?"

I shrugged, "Just some guys named Mysterion and I think Mosquito – but I've never really seen Mosquito, not that I remember."

She huffed, "Oh good grief, come with me."

She took my arm and rushed me into the hall. I guess the bell for lunch had rang because the halls were somewhat full of kids. She kept dragging me until we were standing in front of the four best friends.

"Kenny, would you tell her what the hell is going on," Wendy demanded.

"Mmmph?"

"What's going on, Wendy?" Stan asked.

"Your girlfriend's on her period, man," Eric exclaimed, laughing to himself – Kenny chuckled briefly.

"Emma, you okay?" Kyle asked.

I shrugged, "Wendy dragged me here." I didn't really know why I was here and kind of just wanted to go home and ditch the second half of the day – hopefully, I'd be able to after this fiasco.

"Emma told me she's been harassed in the night by superheroes," Wendy said, in a blaming tone; she looked at Kenny, whose face fell.

"Oh shit, Kenny," Stan said.

"Alright, what the hell is going on?" I asked, fed up.

"Mmph Myphhsm," Kenny said, looking at me.

I looked toward the boys to translate what he said.

"He said, 'I'm Mysterion'," Stan and Kyle said, overlapping each other's words.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, a bit freaked out.

"It's his alias," Eric said. "A lame one at that. The Coon is much cooler, if I do say so myself. I wonder who The Coon is though, don't you?"

"Nobody cares, fat ass," Stan jabbed.

"Mmmph!" Kenny exclaimed frustrated.

"What?" I asked.

"I can't tell what he said," Kyle shrugged.

Before I could ask, Kenny stormed off, looking as pissed off as one could with a jacket suffocating their body. Nobody went after him. I stopped asking questions about the superheroes. I stopped worrying for the rest of the day. The day went by and dragged into night.

By the time that I was helping dad wash dishes, he got an email on his phone. I didn't know what it was but he looked surprised and left the room in exchange for his laptop. Once the dishes were done, I went out to the living room where Van and dad were and sat on the sofa to watch television with them. Dad was still on his laptop.

"What's going on?" I asked. "You've been on there for a half hour."

"I'm just surprised," He said. "My old frat buddy, PC, has been emailing with me. Apparently he lives in South Park now….. Actually, apparently he's your school principal, shit."

He closed his laptop, "I'll be upstairs. I have to run over a couple things for work and then get some sleep if I'm going to continue this job hunt. If not, we've only got tomorrow and the weekend and then we're out. Sorry to be blunt, kiddo. Goodnight."

He was acting a bit weird, but I didn't really say anything else. Instead, I helped Van get some sleep and went to my bedroom to get ready for bed on my own. It seemed weird that I had to take over my mom's role with Van after she passed away – I mean, obviously not immediately, but once I was old enough. I didn't mind it, I just didn't understand it. I hoped dad would find someone to be our new mom in South Park, but since we were leaving, I supposed it was too late to hope.

After I finally fell asleep that night, I was almost immediately woken up by the sound of air coming into my room. Eyes opened, my pupils adjusted to the light – there was a low glow from the moon. My window was opened. Without thinking too much, I got up to close it. When I turned around to get back into bed, there he was. Mysterion.

I almost screamed, but calmed myself down after realizing what it was.

"Okay, who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?" I demanded.