p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" (Since I did have any previously written source to make it form, this chapter was just a long flow of ideas that cae from me. It's 1 in the morning and I needed to do something. Basically, I typed so much I have to remove half of what I wrote and make it into Chap 5, it's not hard, enjoy tho)/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" Awaking with a serious headache, Tweek sat upright within his bed. He grunted in pain and held his head with both hands, letting his wild hair slightly droop down. "Must've been form that loud music, idiot," he scowlded himself as he got up. Making his way to his bathroom, he removed a bottle of Exedrin and took 4 pills. He hoped that was enough to make it go away fast, and knock him out so he'd never had to wake up again. Either way, he had woken up early, an hour. Whenever Tweek wokeup earlier than he needed and couldn't fall back asleep, he took walks, which is what he did./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" While descending the stairs and putting on his coat, Tweek saw his mother asleep on the couch with 3 empty wine bottles on the floor next to her. He felt bad for her, although she would throw them at her, empty or full whenever she was mad or drunk. Continuing on, he slipped on some comfortable shoes and headed out. Today, he went to Stark's Pond, listening to music the way there. Tweek sat on the bench and stared out at the large pond that seemed lonely today. No animals were in sight rather then bird chirps./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" It was late fall,so it was rather chilly outside, but also all the leaves and petals had fallen onto the pond. The water surfacehad many different colors atop it; Pink, brown, some black, orange, a rather pretty sight. Stuff like this is what helps to calm Tweek on his bad days. Even though nothing has - well, em style="box-sizing: border-box;"yet/em - happened to him, it was still a peaceful sight to him. The cold had also caused his new and old scars to hurt, but the scene and music numbed the pain away. If only life was always this nice./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" Tweek looked at his phone to check the time, 7:48, almost time to leave for school.(I don't rmember what time Elementary schools start, sorry). Standing back p and stretching, he lanced back aat the pond one last time before wandering slowly back to his house. He was close to the school so there was no point in ACTUALLY going home, but just to waste some time, he did. He only made it halfway to his house before he turned around and began walking back to direction on the school./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" Walking to school had given him the opportunity to see who exactly was there. Most of his little friend group was there, Bebe was talking to every guy at school, Stan and his posse were talking as they walked into school, and other kids were scattered across the field. Tweek tried to go back to his once calm state but it was replaced by an overwhelming sense of anxiety. Trying to blend in with the crowds of kids flodding into the school, he walked in a slouch type of state, hoping no one would see him./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" 'Craig isn't here, I thought he sad he would be,' Tweek pondered as he put his stuff in his locker, remoing what he needed for his class. Trying to grab his notebook, his locker was slammed shut as he pulled back his hand. "I see your disgustingly still alive. Are you scared? I can help wi-","dude, just leave him alone."Everyone turned to look at Kyle, even his own group who was whispering things to him to shut up. "Tweek never did anything to y-","Piss off Fourth graders, unless you want some to". He looked like he wanted to say something else, but Stan and Cartman yanked him back./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" Tweek wa in a short state of shock. He wasn't used to others actually caring fo him, let alone trying to help stop the fifth graders. "Now, back to em style="box-sizing: border-box;"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"you/span/em", the leader said turning back to him. Tweek silently gulped harder, shrinking back slightly to his locker, soft gasps were heard, but he didn't know why. "I'm em style="box-sizing: border-box;"sick/em and em style="box-sizing: border-box;"tired/em of seeing your em style="box-sizing: border-box;"spaztic, worthless/em, ass around here. If you don't leave right now, I swear I wil-"./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" em style="box-sizing: border-box;"CRACK! /emThe Fifth grader was send onto the floor hard, blood pouring from the wound. "span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU-/em/span", he started but was shut up with another hard blow that kept him down. Everyone who was looking at him now turned their gaze to who hit him. Standing above him with his fist covered in his enemies blood. Craig Tucker. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" Awaking with a serious headache, Tweek sat upright within his bed. He grunted in pain and held his head with both hands, letting his wild hair slightly droop down. "Must've been form that loud music, idiot," he scowlded himself as he got up. Making his way to his bathroom, he removed a bottle of Exedrin and took 4 pills. He hoped that was enough to make it go away fast, and knock him out so he'd never had to wake up again. Either way, he had woken up early, an hour. Whenever Tweek wokeup earlier than he needed and couldn't fall back asleep, he took walks, which is what he did./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" While descending the stairs and putting on his coat, Tweek saw his mother asleep on the couch with 3 empty wine bottles on the floor next to her. He felt bad for her, although she would throw them at her, empty or full whenever she was mad or drunk. Continuing on, he slipped on some comfortable shoes and headed out. Today, he went to Stark's Pond, listening to music the way there. Tweek sat on the bench and stared out at the large pond that seemed lonely today. No animals were in sight rather then bird chirps./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" It was late fall,so it was rather chilly outside, but also all the leaves and petals had fallen onto the pond. The water surfacehad many different colors atop it; Pink, brown, some black, orange, a rather pretty sight. Stuff like this is what helps to calm Tweek on his bad days. Even though nothing has - well, em style="box-sizing: border-box;"yet/em - happened to him, it was still a peaceful sight to him. The cold had also caused his new and old scars to hurt, but the scene and music numbed the pain away. If only life was always this nice./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" Tweek looked at his phone to check the time, 7:48, almost time to leave for school.(I don't rmember what time Elementary schools start, sorry). Standing back p and stretching, he lanced back aat the pond one last time before wandering slowly back to his house. He was close to the school so there was no point in ACTUALLY going home, but just to waste some time, he did. He only made it halfway to his house before he turned around and began walking back to direction on the school./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" Walking to school had given him the opportunity to see who exactly was there. Most of his little friend group was there, Bebe was talking to every guy at school, Stan and his posse were talking as they walked into school, and other kids were scattered across the field. Tweek tried to go back to his once calm state but it was replaced by an overwhelming sense of anxiety. Trying to blend in with the crowds of kids flodding into the school, he walked in a slouch type of state, hoping no one would see him./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" 'Craig isn't here, I thought he sad he would be,' Tweek pondered as he put his stuff in his locker, remoing what he needed for his class. Trying to grab his notebook, his locker was slammed shut as he pulled back his hand. "I see your disgustingly still alive. Are you scared? I can help wi-","dude, just leave him alone."Everyone turned to look at Kyle, even his own group who was whispering things to him to shut up. "Tweek never did anything to y-","Piss off Fourth graders, unless you want some to". He looked like he wanted to say something else, but Stan and Cartman yanked him back./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" Tweek wa in a short state of shock. He wasn't used to others actually caring fo him, let alone trying to help stop the fifth graders. "Now, back to em style="box-sizing: border-box;"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"you/span/em", the leader said turning back to him. Tweek silently gulped harder, shrinking back slightly to his locker, soft gasps were heard, but he didn't know why. "I'm em style="box-sizing: border-box;"sick/em and em style="box-sizing: border-box;"tired/em of seeing your em style="box-sizing: border-box;"spaztic, worthless/em, ass around here. If you don't leave right now, I swear I wil-"./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" em style="box-sizing: border-box;"CRACK! /emThe Fifth grader was send onto the floor hard, blood pouring from the wound. "span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU-/em/span", he started but was shut up with another hard blow that kept him down. Everyone who was looking at him now turned their gaze to who hit him. Standing above him with his fist covered in his enemies blood. Craig Tucker. /p
