h1 class="title" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; font: -apple-system-headline; font-weight: normal; -webkit-hyphens: manual; max-width: 100%;"span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"span style="font-size: 17px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Chapter 2/span/span/h1
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"A/N: I actually really liked my first chapter. I'm very unoriginal I'm going to point out. I couldn't be bothered to think of a good name for my OC I just used my own style="max-width: 100%;" /Disclaimer: I do not own South Park (I forgot this in the first chapter)/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"New Girl POVbr style="max-width: 100%;" /When I finally reached my house in the shabby part of the town I found my mother was home. She was making some sort of crappy meal. It's so fucking easy to get lost and I didn't have any idea where I was fucking going./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Hannah, I've invited our neighbours over, the McCormick's, for tea tonight. Is that okay sweetie?" My mother States as I walk in the door./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Whatever" I reply as I stalk over to my room/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""By the looks of it they had kids!" She says rushed as to try get me interested/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Oh, yippie, Mother more children for me to despise." A sarcastic remark from me. /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Well , go clean up they'll be here soon." My Mother told me as I slunk back to start unpacking my stuff from the big move. I find a blanket that will work as a duvet until I find my dads old one I snuck into packing at the last minute. I lay down and try to sleep until my silence is ruined./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"About an hour later I was woken up to meet the McCormicks. There was a drunk father, a drunk mother, a drunk or mentally handicapped teen or early twenties man-child, a small girl about Grace's age and-/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Hey! You're one of those fuckers that were playing basketball with that bowling ball kid!" I exclaim./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Hannah! You don't speak to guests or about other people like that." My mother (attempted to) scold me./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Whatever, Mother." I reply curtly and sit on the couch kicking my feet up. I can feel my mother staring intently at me to move my feet. I comply only to then migrate to my room./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Kenny? Is it?" My mother asks the kid in the parka. He looks about my age and he nods as my Mother gets his name right. "That's my daughter Hannah, she's a lovely girl, a bit aloof but if you're her friend she'll murder for you." Thanks mother, emshe'll murder for you. /emSure, if the person who dies is an enemy of mine. "Just follow her down the hall, she'll talk to you." I hear my mother say as the kid jogs down the peeled paint hallway. /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I'll call for you you when dinner is ready!" She said and retreated to the kitchen/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Kenny POV /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"The New Girl's mom is fucking crazy. Is she trying to paint her as a psycho?! Seriously. I don't care that if she was my friend she'd murder for me. I'd like to know she's aloof though, that'll help with ways to talk to her. As I reluctantly make my way to her door I'm in utter silence as I don't want her to think that I was following her and being weird. /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I know you're there Mickey and just come in if you want." She says and I cautiously open the door. /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Why the fuck Mickey?" I asked as I sat on the worn bed that was left by the previous owners (by bed I mean mouldy mattress in the middle of the room with an old striped blanket on it) /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I have no indication of your name and McCormick to Mickey was the only thing I could think of." /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Oh. Well my name's Kenny." I stuck my hand out for her to shake./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""The name's Hannah" she shook my hand "pleasure to meet your acquaintance."/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""And I to you." I reply. "Not that I'm Hannah, that I'm pleased to meet you." I say quickly trying to cover up up my mistake. She smirked, not my intentions but progress to friendship. /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""Where's the girl things?" I ask "The glitter and pink as well as boy bands and unicorns?" I was trying to make conversation. No dice, she gave me a blank look as though I had insulted her very being. /p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""Bands are a gendered thing, you see, as soon as media realises that the female population likes a certain band more than the male population, the band suddenly has less talent than they were portrayed as having and are only seen as a 'boy band', but if it were the other way around meaning media recognises that a certain band is more popular with males it will become one of 'the greatest legends of Rock' and its remembered forever." She said and pulled out a tube. "That, and I've only just found my Clap Clap Riot poster." She rolled out a poster that had some band I'd never heard of on it/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""It's mine and my dad's favourite band" she said "he took me to their concert for my fifteenth." She mournfully looked at the poster, then rolls it up and put it in the box. Geez. She must really miss her dad. /p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""Sorry for your loss." I said pulling her into a hug "it must hurt to lose someone you love."/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""Dude, what. He's not dead. My mum just moved me and her here and left the siblings with him in New Zealand." She sat on the mattress on the floor. "It sucks ass man, being taken away from your home for fifteen fucking years and now living in literal trash. So much for good fortune." /p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""I know right?" I said joining her "I don't actually know, but I can imagine what it would be like."/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""Yea." There was a awkwardly pleasant silence until we were called for dinner. The meal was great and she turned a blind eye to Kevin and Karen stashing food is their pockets for later. I did that too, knowing that it would be a long time until we would get a meal like this again./p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"A/N: I actually really liked my first chapter. I'm very unoriginal I'm going to point out. I couldn't be bothered to think of a good name for my OC I just used my own style="max-width: 100%;" /Disclaimer: I do not own South Park (I forgot this in the first chapter)/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"New Girl POVbr style="max-width: 100%;" /When I finally reached my house in the shabby part of the town I found my mother was home. She was making some sort of crappy meal. It's so fucking easy to get lost and I didn't have any idea where I was fucking going./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Hannah, I've invited our neighbours over, the McCormick's, for tea tonight. Is that okay sweetie?" My mother States as I walk in the door./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Whatever" I reply as I stalk over to my room/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""By the looks of it they had kids!" She says rushed as to try get me interested/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Oh, yippie, Mother more children for me to despise." A sarcastic remark from me. /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Well , go clean up they'll be here soon." My Mother told me as I slunk back to start unpacking my stuff from the big move. I find a blanket that will work as a duvet until I find my dads old one I snuck into packing at the last minute. I lay down and try to sleep until my silence is ruined./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"About an hour later I was woken up to meet the McCormicks. There was a drunk father, a drunk mother, a drunk or mentally handicapped teen or early twenties man-child, a small girl about Grace's age and-/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Hey! You're one of those fuckers that were playing basketball with that bowling ball kid!" I exclaim./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Hannah! You don't speak to guests or about other people like that." My mother (attempted to) scold me./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Whatever, Mother." I reply curtly and sit on the couch kicking my feet up. I can feel my mother staring intently at me to move my feet. I comply only to then migrate to my room./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Kenny? Is it?" My mother asks the kid in the parka. He looks about my age and he nods as my Mother gets his name right. "That's my daughter Hannah, she's a lovely girl, a bit aloof but if you're her friend she'll murder for you." Thanks mother, emshe'll murder for you. /emSure, if the person who dies is an enemy of mine. "Just follow her down the hall, she'll talk to you." I hear my mother say as the kid jogs down the peeled paint hallway. /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I'll call for you you when dinner is ready!" She said and retreated to the kitchen/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Kenny POV /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"The New Girl's mom is fucking crazy. Is she trying to paint her as a psycho?! Seriously. I don't care that if she was my friend she'd murder for me. I'd like to know she's aloof though, that'll help with ways to talk to her. As I reluctantly make my way to her door I'm in utter silence as I don't want her to think that I was following her and being weird. /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I know you're there Mickey and just come in if you want." She says and I cautiously open the door. /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Why the fuck Mickey?" I asked as I sat on the worn bed that was left by the previous owners (by bed I mean mouldy mattress in the middle of the room with an old striped blanket on it) /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I have no indication of your name and McCormick to Mickey was the only thing I could think of." /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Oh. Well my name's Kenny." I stuck my hand out for her to shake./span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""The name's Hannah" she shook my hand "pleasure to meet your acquaintance."/span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""And I to you." I reply. "Not that I'm Hannah, that I'm pleased to meet you." I say quickly trying to cover up up my mistake. She smirked, not my intentions but progress to friendship. /span/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""Where's the girl things?" I ask "The glitter and pink as well as boy bands and unicorns?" I was trying to make conversation. No dice, she gave me a blank look as though I had insulted her very being. /p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""Bands are a gendered thing, you see, as soon as media realises that the female population likes a certain band more than the male population, the band suddenly has less talent than they were portrayed as having and are only seen as a 'boy band', but if it were the other way around meaning media recognises that a certain band is more popular with males it will become one of 'the greatest legends of Rock' and its remembered forever." She said and pulled out a tube. "That, and I've only just found my Clap Clap Riot poster." She rolled out a poster that had some band I'd never heard of on it/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""It's mine and my dad's favourite band" she said "he took me to their concert for my fifteenth." She mournfully looked at the poster, then rolls it up and put it in the box. Geez. She must really miss her dad. /p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""Sorry for your loss." I said pulling her into a hug "it must hurt to lose someone you love."/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""Dude, what. He's not dead. My mum just moved me and her here and left the siblings with him in New Zealand." She sat on the mattress on the floor. "It sucks ass man, being taken away from your home for fifteen fucking years and now living in literal trash. So much for good fortune." /p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""I know right?" I said joining her "I don't actually know, but I can imagine what it would be like."/p
p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-width: 100%;""Yea." There was a awkwardly pleasant silence until we were called for dinner. The meal was great and she turned a blind eye to Kevin and Karen stashing food is their pockets for later. I did that too, knowing that it would be a long time until we would get a meal like this again./p