lost time. (south park, creek)

「 ✮ chapter 2 ✮ 」___ ⋆ ₊˚﹟🪐 '

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!

Now it was finally Craig's freshman year. All of the once "South Park 4th graders", were all in high school. And most(if not all) of them were in what they thought to be"forever" relationships. Everyone, everyone except Craig. Craig is, and has been single since what happened with Tweek. He couldn't even stand the thought of a relationship, the idea completely grossed him out.

"CRAIGG!! GET UP YOU LOSERR!!" Tricia, his younger sister, yelled at him from the hallway. It was also her first day, her first day of 8th grade.

"Ughh, Tricia shut up..!" Craig groaned as he lifted his hands to his face.

"Craig Tucker!! Don't tell your sister to shut up!!" His mom yelled from down stairs, Craig only responding with a sigh.

He slowly dragged himself out of his bed, sliding his feet into his slippers, and practically sleepwalking into the bathroom. Craig rubbed his eyes as he started the shower. He sleepily undressed and examined his face in the bathroom mirror. "Eesh." he thought to himself as he ran his fingers over his bumpy skin. He sighed and jumped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed and soaking his skin.

After he got done washing his hair and body, he turned off the water and stepped onto the shower mat. As he grabbed the towel and began to dry himself, his sister began to bang on the door.

"Craig!! Stop hogging the bathroom!" She complained as she angrily turned the locked door handle.

"Chill out." He said as he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked back to his room.

Tricia made a fake gagging noise as he passed her, and she went into the restroom. Craig rolled his eyes as he locked his bedroom door and walked over to his dresser. He opened his pants drawer and began rummaging for some jeans, throwing pants everywhere. He eventually chose a pair of plain black jeans, with some small rips in them. He pulled on some space themed boxers and quickly put his pants on. He then walked over to his very empty closet and began moving shirts around.

 As he searched his closet, his hands touched the familiar fabric of his favorite hoodie. He quickly pulled it out and through it on his bed, to put on after he got a shirt. Right behind his hoodie, he saw a childhood heirloom. It was one of Tweeks classic green button ups. He wore so many, it was strange for him to wear anything else. He had left it at Craigs house after one of their 4th grade sleepovers. He girts his teeth, pulling another shirt in front of it and turning away.

Craig felt so much anger towards Tweek, even though he had no reason to. He ended up grabbing a grey NASA shirt and throwing it on, then walking to his bed and putting on his blue zip up hoodie. He reached over for a pair of socks and his worn down, checkered vans. After he slipped his socks and shoes on, he stood up and quickly combed his hair out. He then grabbed his, now falling apart , blue chullo hat and made his way downstairs.

"Catch." His dad, Mr. Tucker, told him as he tossed him a poptart.

"Thanks." Craig said as he quickly caught it an put it in his pocket.

He then grabbed his backpack and put it on, sitting down at the table to eat his poptart while waiting on Tricia. Since she was old enough to ride the bus, he had to walk to the bus stop with her. This was their moms way of making sure they both went to school. He opened the shiny package and took a bite. They were blueberry, which Craig loved. He quickly finished his two poptarts, and looked to see where Tricia was. Since he didn't see her, he took a breath and yelled.

"TRICIAA!! IM GOING TO LEAVE WITHOUT YOU!!"

"NUH-UH!!" Tricia yelled back as she stumbled her way down the stairs, quickly grabbing her a honeybun from her mom and grabbing her bag. "BYE MOM! BYE DAD!" she said as she hugged them two.

As she finally mad her way to the door, Craig opened it and lead the two of them outside and to the bus stop. They made it to the bus stop just in time as the bus pulled up. They both got on, Craig sitting in the back by himself, whilst Tricia sat beside one of her friends. As the bus sped off to its next stop, Craig searched his pockets for his phone. It was now that he realized he left his phone in his room, charging on his nightstand. He angrily facepalmed, feeling like a total idiot.

Today was going to be a long day.