y/n's arms strained as she awkwardly waddled through the door of her new house. in her arms, she impressively managed to carry the last 3 boxes from their moving vans. she dropped the boxes on the floor carelessly, no longer caring about the delicacy of its containments as her body collapsed dramatically to the floor.
for the past year, y/n's parents had been patiently awaiting for their new house to be built on the huge lot of land they had purchased. luckily, the project was hastily finished, right on time for her to start after south park high's winter break ended.
glancing over to herself in the mirror, y/n noticed her flushed cheeks. she looked a mess to say the least, with frizzy hair and a forehead glistening with sweat. to be fair, she had been carrying box after box in for the past three hours.
just as she was about to crawl her way up the stairs with a box of her possessions, y/n's mother peeked through the kitchen's archway. "y/n, there were some kids your age playing basketball earlier at the park! i thought i would let you know in case you wanted to introduce yourself," she proposed, hand on her hip as she sorted through a box.
y/n's eyebrows furrowed, considering the possibilities. "mm.. i might, but i really want to unpack a bit and take a shower first. if they're cute i don't want to look bummy," she explained, gesturing to her messy h/c locks.
y/n's mother simply rolled her eyes at her daughter, gesturing for her to hurry before it gets too late. the girl quickly bolted up the stairs with her belongings, shutting the door behind her.
luckily, her biggest possessions such as her bed, dresser, desk, and tv had already been arranged to her desires, thanks to her dad of course. y/n wore a tired grin, biting her lip to prevent herself from crossing mental breakdown territory at all the boxes that stared back at her.
two years ago, y/n had been diagnosed with anxiety after her panic attacks had landed her in the emergency room a number of times. she often times just got extremely overwhelmed and uncomfortable in new surroundings and high stress situations, so the move was taking quite the toll on her peace.
despite this, she took a deep breath and tried to soothe her fluttering heart. this was simply just part of moving, and she would be fine. just a few more boxes, and then y/n could grant herself the prize of a long, warm shower.
after about an hour and a half, y/n's books had been neatly arranged on her bookshelf, her bed was made and adorned with multiple stuffed animals, and her clothes were all neatly folded and hung up. putting her hands on her hips in satisfaction, y/n let out a loud sigh as she stumbled towards her shower.
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authors note; first chapter is out! still trying to get the hang of this, and i really don't know how long i want to make these chapters 😭 personally i love a book with a ton of detail, but i don't want to make it super boring ughhH
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𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥. ( 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘴𝘬𝘪 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 )
Fanfic"maybe if your face wasn't so littered with freckles you'd get bitches." "..i love his freckles-" when y/n's family moves to south park, the circumstances were less than desired. although she wasn't all too fond of moving, the little town did have...
