It has been eight years. My hair has grown to become waist-length, I have gained smaller sized breasts, and my overall figure has slightly increased in height. I was attending a girls-only college, and getting moderately good grades, as usual. The college's uniform was a black blazer, a white long-sleeved blouse with a red bow tie, a black pleated miniskirt, white socks, and black loafers. I wore red panties and a bra underneath the uniform. My hatred for dresses and skirts has diminished significantly, while the college uniform was usually also my causal wear. Also as usual, I was brooding.
When I graduated from college, I didn't feel any less sad. My parents were overjoyed, and we had a vacation in New York. I accidentally tripped over a bag while walking one day. As I got up, a girl with waist-length black hair, and purple eyes materialized and picked up the bag. She said to me, "Are you okay?" "Yeah. Sorry I touched your bag." "It's fine. You gotta be more careful. Also, what's wrong? Why are you so sad? You look like you've been crying." Even though I just wanted to ignore her and walk away, I said, "I want to go back to South Park. I miss it so much." "Wait, you're from South Park?" "No. I'm from Connecticut. For a year, me and my family lived in South Park." "Did you have a great time there?" "Absolutely." "Tell me everything." "I met this boy named Stan and I-" "Hold the phone. Did you say Stan?" "Yeah. We got really close to each other, and fell in love." The girl glared at me. "Stay away from him. If you get within ten feet near him, I will ruin your life." "No need for that. My life is already shitty." "I'll make it worse, then." The girl then walked away. Was she the girl Stan was talking about before we had our first kiss? I had to ponder over this. I want to go back to South Park to see Stan, but this new girl just threatened me. I've accomplished my parents goal for me, and there's no reason for me to stay with them any longer. If no dashing boy would save me, I'd have to save myself. It's time I became independent, and made my own decisions.
When my parents set were asleep on the night we returned to Connecticut, I gathered my stuff in a backpack, and snuck out of the house. I was full of determination and confidence.
As I made my way through the terrains of Connecticut, every now and then I'd take a break by finding the most comfortable places to sleep and relax. I had to use the bathroom in the bushes, or in the closest building. I ate literal garbage from a trash can, since I had no money on me. I didn't clean myself at all, besides my hands in the building bathrooms. I'm not experienced with survival at all, so I had to pray this method was suffice.
After twenty nine days, I was finally at South Park, Colorado. I knew I was, since I saw the South Park sign at the outskirts. I entered the elementary school and took a long shower, washing my hair and body. I borrowed a young girl's shampoo and conditioner. I washed my mouth with a bar of soap. After I was done with that, I washed my clothes, and placed a towel around my waist while I was waiting for them to dry. When they were dry, I put them back on, vacated the school, and began searching for Stan. I was wholeheartedly hoping he didn't move out of the town, or that he had gotten himself another girlfriend.