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;"Chapter 3/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'm going to point out right now that it is actually really hard to write a guys POV when you're a girl so bear with 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);"Also New Girl = Hannah if you were thick enough to not catch on/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've decided to try and do a chapter told entirely from one person POV (that probably didn't happen)/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);"o.o.o/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 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);"As I walked to the bus stop wearing only jeans and and a space t-shirt the next day I froze my arms stiff and my right foot was cold because my very nice black and orange converse had a massive rip on the side. I reached the bus stop and oh! Behold the jerks from yesterday and little Mickey in his orange parka./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! Hey Kenny! There's your girlfriend! Look she looks just as poor as you! Possibly even poorer seeing as she doesn't even have a jacket! And, and look at her shoes! They're fucking ripped man! Kenny! Go say hi or something!" That fat bowling ball, Cartman? I think Kenny called him, yelled at Kenny./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! Cut it out fatass! The poor girl's freezing to death and all you can do is make fun of her being poor?" The kid with the cool green hat and bright orange jacket yelled at Cartman (yea, I'm gonna say that's his name)./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 yea Kahl, she's poor and can't even afford a good winter jacket, if she knew she was moving to this shit ass winter 75% of the year town she would've bought a jacket! She was wearing one yesterday when we were playing basketball anyway, I wonder if the owners came back for it or something."/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! Jackass! I can hear you! You fucking piece of shit!" I yelled out the the fat fucker. He turned his head at 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);""Fuck" the kid with the red and blue hat said as he saw Cartman charge towards me. I stood literary frozen as he ran towards me. The kid with the green hat ran in front of the bowling ball type kid and he stopped instantly. "Kahl! What the fuck are you doing?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Stopping you! You're suck a fucking jerk Cartman! That girl could fucking die! And all you fucking care about is beating her up for her telling what we all know is kind of true?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Kahl. Sweet innocent Kahl. Shut up."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Whatever dude! Kenny! Stan! Come help me help her!" The kid yelled and the three young boys ran to help style="max-width: 100%;" /"Fuck" I said shivering "thanks for that."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"No problem, I'm Kyle" The kid who stopped Cartman from killing me said and held his hand out for me to shake "that's Stan" he said indicating to bobble hat boy "and this is Ken-"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Mickey, such luck I have seeing you again." I finished for Kyle, I shook his still outstretched hand and shook Stan's too for good style="max-width: 100%;" /"Mickey? How the fuck did she get that from Kenny?" Kyle asked really confused "and how do you even know Kenny?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"How does anyone know anyone? My mother decided that instead of buying me an actual set of clothes I can wear without freezing to death, she'd invite our neighbours over for tea, and judging by Mickey's family I'd say they only came for the food." I said freezing my fucking legs off "and as you" I point to Kyle "seem like an extremely nice person, may I please borrow your jacket?"/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);"Kyle seemed baffled and then just shrugged off his jacket and let me wear 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);""Oh so new girl's a slut? I thought she had Kenny! It sounded like that from the story she told" Cartman yelled at me as I started to regain feeling in my arms./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);""Cartman," I sigh "Cartman, honey, no. As you may have noticed I do not come from this town, I've actually only lived with a snowy winter once, when I was young, so my body is not accustomed to the coldness of South Park, as other are, such as Stan and Kyle. You're kind of a dick. Did you know that? I really hope you did." I finished as I see the bus coming around the corner. /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);""Can I have my jacket back? The bus will be pretty warm and the school isn't crappily heated." Kyle asked/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);""Sure" I shrug it off and give it to him. "Thanks for letting me not die."/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);"She knocked Cartman down a few pegs, that's for sure, I mean the look on his face was priceless. He's never had anyone stand up to him at this degree except for Kyle. She stayed and then cared not for it. Kyle asked for his jacket back half a second after she stopped and she was so nice to him. She's definitely not bi-polar. She just knows when to be nice and when she needs to be a total bitch. /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 get on the bus last and look around for an empty seat. The only ones where either next to Cartman or Hannah, deciding I can live with insults, I walk past my usual lung-crushing seat next to Cartman and sit with Hannah. After the generic 'woos' die out I listen to my music as I wait for the bus to reach school. /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);"When we get to school I'm pushed out into the wave of students exiting the vehicle. When the bell rang everyone dawdled to class. Nothing interesting happened until after third period as we I went to English./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);""Class, I seem to have overlooked the fact we have a new kid in our class yesterday." Mr Garrison announced as we all sat down. "Please welcome Hannah" he paused obviously waiting for her to stand up "now c'mon don't be shy now." He urged her to get up. She obviously was reluctant to get up but she did./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);""Hi! My names Hannah!" She starts off in sickening false positivity "I'm fifteen and I love the colour pink and Glitter!" She goes to sit back at her desk but Mr. Garrison sends her a look that says she has to do it properly. "Fine. You want it real? Hi, my name is Hannah, I'm from New Zealand. That's a fucking far way from here. I'm fifteen. Noemi going to sit back down and continue to attempt to further my education!"/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);"She looked at Mr Garrison and walked back to her desk. /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);""Uh, thank you for that introduction Hannah" he's said glaring at her "now-uh I want you write a paragraph on what you would like to happen the next few weeks." He said and then picked up a book and started reading it. I as stumped on what I wanted to happen by the end of the next few weeks. Not dying? Haha nope. Cartman learns to respect people? Fat chance. Being friends with Hannah? Not entirely impossible./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);"emMy one goal for this year is that I would like to be friends with someone new. Most of my friends are dicks. I think that by having a new friends I will have someone to be a shit who doesn't think I'm a shit. It would also be cool if they lived closer than in the nice parts of town. I think I need a new face in my circle of people I know. It would be good for everyone in my group of friends. I need a friend who is there for me when o need a person to talk to, someone who will be there in a seconds notice. Is that to hard of a goal? I hope not. /em/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 folded my piece of paper in half and waited for the others to finish, I decided to sleep to kill time./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);"o.o.o/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" style="max-width: 100%;" /"Kenny" style="max-width: 100%;" /"Kenny" style="max-width: 100%;" /"Kenny" style="max-width: 100%;" /"Mickey" What?br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Huh?" I replied groggily and saw a face peering over me "Oh, hey Hannah."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Hey Mickey, you fell asleep in class and the boys reckoned that I couldn't wake you up. I bet Cartman forty bucks I could wake you up."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Seriously?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Yea."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Haha sucks for him. Did they give you any suggestions?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Cartman told me to give you a hand job, Kyle told me to not take the bet cause you sleep like a log and Stan shrugged and looked embarrassed for some reason." She shrugged and got off the desk in front of mine that she had been sitting on. She walked out of the classroom with her bag. I walked out in a haze. Did she seriously place a bet on me waking up? How the fuck did I wake up? I walked out of the room and sat down next to style="max-width: 100%;" /"Dude! How the Fuck did she wake you? You never wake from something!" Kyle exclaimedbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"I dunno, I guess I was half conscious when she tried waking me." I style="max-width: 100%;" /"I bet she kissed him and ran away when he freaked." Cartman sneeredbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Dude! What the fuck no! She just called out Kenny until I woke up, no big deal."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"We should invite her to have lunch with us, did you hear she dissed the girls meetings?" Kyle said absentlybr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Dude! No way!" Stan said finally enticed by the storybr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Yea, she obviously wasn't interested by what they did according to Wendy."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"I'm inviting her to sit with us tomorrow." Kyle decidedbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"What?! No way Kahl you can't do that!" Cartman yelled enraged at the idea. We all decided to ignore his style="max-width: 100%;" /"Hannah told me you placed a bet on if I would wake up." I saidbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Well yea Kenny, none of us expected you to wake up but Cartman said he doubted anyone could wake you up, he said 'if any of you fucking idiots can wake up Kenny I'll give them forty bucks.' No one seemed to want to do it cause it was Cartman making the bet and Cartman always knows if he'll win, she just walked past and said 'there's a nice jacket I saw at the mall when I got here, it was on sale for thirty bucks' and walked into the room." Kyle said like it was yesterday's newsbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Good to know me being dead is worth that much" I mumble "did you seriously tell her to give me a hand job Cartman?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Of course Kenny! What do you think I am? An innocent second grader?" Cartman replied smuglybr style="max-width: 100%;" /"I think you're an immature junior" Kyle said. "Dude, do you know where she'd be?"Kyle askedbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Nope" Stan said, I sat therebr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Hell no Kahl, you should know that!"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Why the fuck should I know?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Kenny, you're the only person she's talked to nicely, don't you think that means something?" Kyle askedbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"I dunno, we're neighbours though if that counts for anything"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Ha! So she really is poor! I knew it!" Cartman exploded with style="max-width: 100%;" /"It does count as something, you could, I dunno, walk over and ask her if she'd like a tour of South Park? I dunno, try something. She looks like a person who would get lost easily." Kyle finished as the bell went. They all returned to class, I just walked out to the back of the school to find the hobo that can get me some smokes. As I walked out to the alleyway I heard voices out there./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);""Just get me a packet of the cheapest ones! I don't care!"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Mmkay missy, so for my usual clients I charge the cost of the smokes and $15 dollars for booze for myself, but I'll only make you pay for the smokes if ya give a kiss."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"How much are the smokes?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Cheapest I can get are $20 a pack"/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 girl groaned "I only have $20 right now so I'll give a stupid kiss." I saw the hobo walk out with a twenty and down to the local supermarket to get the smokes he'll get for underage kids. I hid in the corner for 5 minutes until I saw the hobo come back with the cigarettes and he turned to the girl/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);""Right missy here ya go." And he stumbled out of the alleyway./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 walked around the corner./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);""Shit!" Hannah said "I didn't bring my fucking lighter!" She was sitting on top of the dumpster out back, having closed the style="max-width: 100%;" /"You can borrow mine if you want" I said and chucked her mine and joined her on her seating choicebr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Thanks Mickey, you want one?" She asked as she lit hers and and gave me back my lighter. She wasn't surprised by me being here and oddly I wasn't surprised she was here, we acted like we did this every style="max-width: 100%;" /"Sure, you took my hobo who gets me mine anyway." I grab one, light it, pull my hood off and take a long drag of style="max-width: 100%;" /"I'd have never pinned you as a smoker, Ms Hannah"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"I would say the same but your teeth are terrible!"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Oh man, I was hoping no one would notice!"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"The great mystery of why Kenny McCormick always has his hood,up is solved! He has smokers teeth!" She yelled out to who fucking style="max-width: 100%;" /"Dude! Do you wanna get us suspended?" If they find us wagging and smoking we'll be in shit for sure. br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Correction, get YOU suspended, they can't pin anything one me, I have a clean slate here."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Shit! You're right, what do you mean by a clean slate?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Tis a story for another day" she said as she finished off her cig. br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Whatever" I dismissed the thought of wanting to hear her stories. The was a comfortable silence, like the one between Stan and Kyle on the bus. Pretty soon it was the end of the day./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);""Doesn't scare you?" She whispered as she moved to hop off the dumpster we were sitting onbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"What?" I asked not clearly understanding what she was sayingbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"That I treat you like I've met you before, I mean, I don't like people, I'm such a dick to everyone, yet I talk to you like we've been best friends forever. That scares me man." She hopped of the dumpster "I've gotta go find that tub'o'lard you call a person and get some money for a good jacket. I'll see you same time on Thursday? Try and get the weed man, that'd be sweet." She walked offbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Hey, um... Kyle was wondering if you wanted to sit with us at lunch tomorrow? If you want I mean, you don't have to."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Sure, I'll think about it." She said as she walked off./span/p
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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:/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);"Yes Hannah's parents are divorced, and for some reason her mother took her from their house and moved her to South Park as soon as she could./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);"H./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);"A/N: I'm going to point out right now that it is actually really hard to write a guys POV when you're a girl so bear with 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);"Also New Girl = Hannah if you were thick enough to not catch on/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've decided to try and do a chapter told entirely from one person POV (that probably didn't happen)/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);"o.o.o/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 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);"As I walked to the bus stop wearing only jeans and and a space t-shirt the next day I froze my arms stiff and my right foot was cold because my very nice black and orange converse had a massive rip on the side. I reached the bus stop and oh! Behold the jerks from yesterday and little Mickey in his orange parka./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! Hey Kenny! There's your girlfriend! Look she looks just as poor as you! Possibly even poorer seeing as she doesn't even have a jacket! And, and look at her shoes! They're fucking ripped man! Kenny! Go say hi or something!" That fat bowling ball, Cartman? I think Kenny called him, yelled at Kenny./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! Cut it out fatass! The poor girl's freezing to death and all you can do is make fun of her being poor?" The kid with the cool green hat and bright orange jacket yelled at Cartman (yea, I'm gonna say that's his name)./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 yea Kahl, she's poor and can't even afford a good winter jacket, if she knew she was moving to this shit ass winter 75% of the year town she would've bought a jacket! She was wearing one yesterday when we were playing basketball anyway, I wonder if the owners came back for it or something."/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! Jackass! I can hear you! You fucking piece of shit!" I yelled out the the fat fucker. He turned his head at 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);""Fuck" the kid with the red and blue hat said as he saw Cartman charge towards me. I stood literary frozen as he ran towards me. The kid with the green hat ran in front of the bowling ball type kid and he stopped instantly. "Kahl! What the fuck are you doing?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Stopping you! You're suck a fucking jerk Cartman! That girl could fucking die! And all you fucking care about is beating her up for her telling what we all know is kind of true?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Kahl. Sweet innocent Kahl. Shut up."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Whatever dude! Kenny! Stan! Come help me help her!" The kid yelled and the three young boys ran to help style="max-width: 100%;" /"Fuck" I said shivering "thanks for that."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"No problem, I'm Kyle" The kid who stopped Cartman from killing me said and held his hand out for me to shake "that's Stan" he said indicating to bobble hat boy "and this is Ken-"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Mickey, such luck I have seeing you again." I finished for Kyle, I shook his still outstretched hand and shook Stan's too for good style="max-width: 100%;" /"Mickey? How the fuck did she get that from Kenny?" Kyle asked really confused "and how do you even know Kenny?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"How does anyone know anyone? My mother decided that instead of buying me an actual set of clothes I can wear without freezing to death, she'd invite our neighbours over for tea, and judging by Mickey's family I'd say they only came for the food." I said freezing my fucking legs off "and as you" I point to Kyle "seem like an extremely nice person, may I please borrow your jacket?"/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);"Kyle seemed baffled and then just shrugged off his jacket and let me wear 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);""Oh so new girl's a slut? I thought she had Kenny! It sounded like that from the story she told" Cartman yelled at me as I started to regain feeling in my arms./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);""Cartman," I sigh "Cartman, honey, no. As you may have noticed I do not come from this town, I've actually only lived with a snowy winter once, when I was young, so my body is not accustomed to the coldness of South Park, as other are, such as Stan and Kyle. You're kind of a dick. Did you know that? I really hope you did." I finished as I see the bus coming around the corner. /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);""Can I have my jacket back? The bus will be pretty warm and the school isn't crappily heated." Kyle asked/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);""Sure" I shrug it off and give it to him. "Thanks for letting me not die."/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);"She knocked Cartman down a few pegs, that's for sure, I mean the look on his face was priceless. He's never had anyone stand up to him at this degree except for Kyle. She stayed and then cared not for it. Kyle asked for his jacket back half a second after she stopped and she was so nice to him. She's definitely not bi-polar. She just knows when to be nice and when she needs to be a total bitch. /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 get on the bus last and look around for an empty seat. The only ones where either next to Cartman or Hannah, deciding I can live with insults, I walk past my usual lung-crushing seat next to Cartman and sit with Hannah. After the generic 'woos' die out I listen to my music as I wait for the bus to reach school. /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);"When we get to school I'm pushed out into the wave of students exiting the vehicle. When the bell rang everyone dawdled to class. Nothing interesting happened until after third period as we I went to English./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);""Class, I seem to have overlooked the fact we have a new kid in our class yesterday." Mr Garrison announced as we all sat down. "Please welcome Hannah" he paused obviously waiting for her to stand up "now c'mon don't be shy now." He urged her to get up. She obviously was reluctant to get up but she did./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);""Hi! My names Hannah!" She starts off in sickening false positivity "I'm fifteen and I love the colour pink and Glitter!" She goes to sit back at her desk but Mr. Garrison sends her a look that says she has to do it properly. "Fine. You want it real? Hi, my name is Hannah, I'm from New Zealand. That's a fucking far way from here. I'm fifteen. Noemi going to sit back down and continue to attempt to further my education!"/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);"She looked at Mr Garrison and walked back to her desk. /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);""Uh, thank you for that introduction Hannah" he's said glaring at her "now-uh I want you write a paragraph on what you would like to happen the next few weeks." He said and then picked up a book and started reading it. I as stumped on what I wanted to happen by the end of the next few weeks. Not dying? Haha nope. Cartman learns to respect people? Fat chance. Being friends with Hannah? Not entirely impossible./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);"emMy one goal for this year is that I would like to be friends with someone new. Most of my friends are dicks. I think that by having a new friends I will have someone to be a shit who doesn't think I'm a shit. It would also be cool if they lived closer than in the nice parts of town. I think I need a new face in my circle of people I know. It would be good for everyone in my group of friends. I need a friend who is there for me when o need a person to talk to, someone who will be there in a seconds notice. Is that to hard of a goal? I hope not. /em/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 folded my piece of paper in half and waited for the others to finish, I decided to sleep to kill time./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);"o.o.o/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" style="max-width: 100%;" /"Kenny" style="max-width: 100%;" /"Kenny" style="max-width: 100%;" /"Kenny" style="max-width: 100%;" /"Mickey" What?br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Huh?" I replied groggily and saw a face peering over me "Oh, hey Hannah."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Hey Mickey, you fell asleep in class and the boys reckoned that I couldn't wake you up. I bet Cartman forty bucks I could wake you up."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Seriously?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Yea."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Haha sucks for him. Did they give you any suggestions?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Cartman told me to give you a hand job, Kyle told me to not take the bet cause you sleep like a log and Stan shrugged and looked embarrassed for some reason." She shrugged and got off the desk in front of mine that she had been sitting on. She walked out of the classroom with her bag. I walked out in a haze. Did she seriously place a bet on me waking up? How the fuck did I wake up? I walked out of the room and sat down next to style="max-width: 100%;" /"Dude! How the Fuck did she wake you? You never wake from something!" Kyle exclaimedbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"I dunno, I guess I was half conscious when she tried waking me." I style="max-width: 100%;" /"I bet she kissed him and ran away when he freaked." Cartman sneeredbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Dude! What the fuck no! She just called out Kenny until I woke up, no big deal."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"We should invite her to have lunch with us, did you hear she dissed the girls meetings?" Kyle said absentlybr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Dude! No way!" Stan said finally enticed by the storybr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Yea, she obviously wasn't interested by what they did according to Wendy."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"I'm inviting her to sit with us tomorrow." Kyle decidedbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"What?! No way Kahl you can't do that!" Cartman yelled enraged at the idea. We all decided to ignore his style="max-width: 100%;" /"Hannah told me you placed a bet on if I would wake up." I saidbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Well yea Kenny, none of us expected you to wake up but Cartman said he doubted anyone could wake you up, he said 'if any of you fucking idiots can wake up Kenny I'll give them forty bucks.' No one seemed to want to do it cause it was Cartman making the bet and Cartman always knows if he'll win, she just walked past and said 'there's a nice jacket I saw at the mall when I got here, it was on sale for thirty bucks' and walked into the room." Kyle said like it was yesterday's newsbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Good to know me being dead is worth that much" I mumble "did you seriously tell her to give me a hand job Cartman?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Of course Kenny! What do you think I am? An innocent second grader?" Cartman replied smuglybr style="max-width: 100%;" /"I think you're an immature junior" Kyle said. "Dude, do you know where she'd be?"Kyle askedbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Nope" Stan said, I sat therebr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Hell no Kahl, you should know that!"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Why the fuck should I know?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Kenny, you're the only person she's talked to nicely, don't you think that means something?" Kyle askedbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"I dunno, we're neighbours though if that counts for anything"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Ha! So she really is poor! I knew it!" Cartman exploded with style="max-width: 100%;" /"It does count as something, you could, I dunno, walk over and ask her if she'd like a tour of South Park? I dunno, try something. She looks like a person who would get lost easily." Kyle finished as the bell went. They all returned to class, I just walked out to the back of the school to find the hobo that can get me some smokes. As I walked out to the alleyway I heard voices out there./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);""Just get me a packet of the cheapest ones! I don't care!"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Mmkay missy, so for my usual clients I charge the cost of the smokes and $15 dollars for booze for myself, but I'll only make you pay for the smokes if ya give a kiss."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"How much are the smokes?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Cheapest I can get are $20 a pack"/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 girl groaned "I only have $20 right now so I'll give a stupid kiss." I saw the hobo walk out with a twenty and down to the local supermarket to get the smokes he'll get for underage kids. I hid in the corner for 5 minutes until I saw the hobo come back with the cigarettes and he turned to the girl/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);""Right missy here ya go." And he stumbled out of the alleyway./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 walked around the corner./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);""Shit!" Hannah said "I didn't bring my fucking lighter!" She was sitting on top of the dumpster out back, having closed the style="max-width: 100%;" /"You can borrow mine if you want" I said and chucked her mine and joined her on her seating choicebr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Thanks Mickey, you want one?" She asked as she lit hers and and gave me back my lighter. She wasn't surprised by me being here and oddly I wasn't surprised she was here, we acted like we did this every style="max-width: 100%;" /"Sure, you took my hobo who gets me mine anyway." I grab one, light it, pull my hood off and take a long drag of style="max-width: 100%;" /"I'd have never pinned you as a smoker, Ms Hannah"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"I would say the same but your teeth are terrible!"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Oh man, I was hoping no one would notice!"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"The great mystery of why Kenny McCormick always has his hood,up is solved! He has smokers teeth!" She yelled out to who fucking style="max-width: 100%;" /"Dude! Do you wanna get us suspended?" If they find us wagging and smoking we'll be in shit for sure. br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Correction, get YOU suspended, they can't pin anything one me, I have a clean slate here."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Shit! You're right, what do you mean by a clean slate?"br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Tis a story for another day" she said as she finished off her cig. br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Whatever" I dismissed the thought of wanting to hear her stories. The was a comfortable silence, like the one between Stan and Kyle on the bus. Pretty soon it was the end of the day./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);""Doesn't scare you?" She whispered as she moved to hop off the dumpster we were sitting onbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"What?" I asked not clearly understanding what she was sayingbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"That I treat you like I've met you before, I mean, I don't like people, I'm such a dick to everyone, yet I talk to you like we've been best friends forever. That scares me man." She hopped of the dumpster "I've gotta go find that tub'o'lard you call a person and get some money for a good jacket. I'll see you same time on Thursday? Try and get the weed man, that'd be sweet." She walked offbr style="max-width: 100%;" /"Hey, um... Kyle was wondering if you wanted to sit with us at lunch tomorrow? If you want I mean, you don't have to."br style="max-width: 100%;" /"Sure, I'll think about it." She said as she walked off./span/p
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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:/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);"Yes Hannah's parents are divorced, and for some reason her mother took her from their house and moved her to South Park as soon as she could./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);"H./span/p