Next week at South Park Elementary...
The class was talking amongst themselves until Mr. Garrison would come into the classroom.
"Hey, Kenny, where's Kyle?" Stan asked.
"He's doing an exchange program for a couple of days." Kenny replied.
"Oh, okay..." Stan shrugged.
"That's gay." Cartman scoffed.
"TIMMY!" Timmy smiled as he sat in his wheelchair as always.
"So, the Jew isn't gonna be here for a couple of days?" Cartman replied. "Oh, thank you Lord for answering my prayers!"
"Shut up, Cartman!" Stan glared.
"You sad that your little Jew boyfriend isn't here?" Cartman mocked.
"Why don't you all shut up?" Craig glared while flipping the bird to them.
"Ay!" Cartman glared back at him.
"It would be nice if you did shut up, Fat Ass." Stan scoffed.
"Now, Stan, don't take your anger out on me just because your boyfriend isn't here." Cartman replied.
Mr. Garrison walked into the classroom. "Sorry I'm late, class, my I had a bad headache this morning and had a hard time waking up."
"That's just a fancy term for a hangover." 'Mr. Hat' said.
"Okay, as some of you may be unaware, Kyle Broflovski is doing an exchange program and won't be here for a couple of days." Mr. Garrison then continued.
"Mr. Garrison, you may wanna get some tissues, 'cuz Stan is gonna cry what with his boyfriend gone and all." Cartman said.
"SHUT UP, CARTMAN!" Stan glared.
"So we'll be having a new student named Samantha Johansson." Mr. Garrison continued.
"Is she related to Scarlett Johansson?" Butters asked.
"Butters, don't be ridiculous." Mr. Garrison said.
The new girl then came into the classroom and looked around, she then sat down with the girls as they seemed to glance at her. Some girls like Bebe seemed to like her, but others like Wendy didn't. "Samantha" then looked at Kenny who give the "new girl" a thumb's up.
"Hey there, I'm Stan Marsh." Stan introduced himself politely.
"Hi there, I'm Samantha Johansson." 'Samantha' replied.
"Uh, welcome to our school." Stan welcomed.
"Thanks, Stan." Samantha smiled.
Wendy glared as she saw the 'new girl' talking with Stan.
"Say, can I call you Sam for short?" Stan asked.
"Oh, sure, Stan." Samantha smiled.
"And how would you like to sit with us for lunch?" Stan then asked.
"I would love to." Samantha then agreed.
"Stanley, you can flirt with Samantha on your own time." Mr. Garrison scolded.
"Erm... Yes, Mr. Garrison." Stan replied.
Samantha smiled as this was going well so far and she shared a thumb's up with Kenny.
"Bebe, we should keep an eye on that new girl." Wendy said to her best friend.
"Why? She seems like a nice girl." Bebe replied.
"There's something fishy about that new girl." Wendy explained.
"You think every girl who talks to Stan is fishy." Bebe defended.
"Don't remind me of Ms. Ellen..." Wendy narrowed her eyes.
"Okay, Wendy, whatever you say..." Bebe rolled her eyes. "Man, you're worse than that goth girl Henrietta Biggle."
During lunch time, Samantha sat with Stan, Cartman, and Kenny.
"Thank you guys for letting me sit here." Samantha said.
"No problem." Stan smiled.
"I'm just glad the Jew isn't here." Cartman commented.
Samantha narrowed her eyes.
"Speaking of which, Samantha, you should make me lunch, you are a girl after all and need to wear a dress and be in the kitchen where you belong." Cartman said.
"Excuse me?!" Samantha glared.
"You heard me." Cartman scoffed.
"Cartman, leave her alone." Stan also glared.
"I'm not done yet, and another thing, why don't you-" Cartman started.
Samantha then kicked the fat boy in his balls and then punched him right in the face.
"Ay, you stupid bitch!" Cartman yelped.
"Whoa..." Stan was impressed.
"You hit harder than Wendy." Cartman said.
"Hmph!" Samantha pouted.
"Sam, that was awesome!" Stan cheered.
"It was nothing..." Samantha blushed while giggling.
Stan smiled to the new girl. "So, Sam, what do you do for fun?" he then asked.
"Um... Uhh..." Samantha stammered. "I like knitting, wearing make-up, and other girl things... Oh, and I like animals too."
"Me too," Stan smiled. "I love animals."
"What's your favorite?" Samantha asked.
"Well, it's hard to decide, I like all of them." Stan said.
"*cough* Hippie. *cough*" Cartman coughed.
"Shut up, Lard Ass!" Stan scolded.
"I volunteer at the animal shelter everyday back home." Samantha then said.
"Really? Where are you from?" Stan asked.
"Erm... North Park." Samantha replied.
"North Park, huh?" Stan commented. "That's interesting, we have animal shelter here if you wanna come with me."
"Sure, I would love to." Samantha accepted.
Stan smiled.
"So far so good..." Kenny smiled from a distance.
"Uh, hey, Kenny, you think the new girl will like this flower?" Butters walked over with a rose.
"Uhh... Butters, what's over there?" Kenny asked.
"Where?" Butters looked around. "Where?"
"That way." Kenny pointed at a random direction to distract the simple boy.
Butters turned away which made Kenny zip away.
"I was afraid of that, nice kid, but he's really dense." Kenny commented.
Behind the school, the four Goth kids were doing their usual business of smoking their cigarettes and going over their poetry.
Wendy came over to them which made them stare at her. "Hey, can I talk with you?"
"What do you want, conformist?" the red goth asked.
"With her..." Wendy pointed to the goth girl of the group.
"What do you want?" Henrietta asked.
"I wanna talk with you alone." Wendy said.
"Hey, you're that girl who broke up with Stan Marsh and he became one of us." the tall goth recognized.
"Ugh, what's wrong with you, conformist?" the red goth scoffed. "My cousin can hold a relationship better than you."
"Let me speak with her." Henrietta stood up with her cigarette between her manicured fingertips.
The other goths then let their female go.
Henrietta came to talk with Wendy alone. "What?"
"There's a new girl in our class," Wendy said. "I'm worried she'll steal Stan from me..."
"And why are you telling me this?" Henrietta replied.
"Because you hung out with Stan when we were split up together," Wendy said. "Would he go out with someone else besides me?"
"Don't know, don't care..." Henrietta rolled her eyes. "I have my own problems to worry about like my drunken bastard of a father who doesn't even know I exist. Anyway, find out for yourself..." she then went back to her fellow goth friends.
"I knew that was a bad idea..." Wendy sighed in defeat.
