Horrifying Beginning

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Authors note - This chapter took 3-5 weeks to make or something; I literally worked on this during homework, after homework, and before doing homework. (My grade is so low now- 😭🙏)

I worked so hard on it, and it's the first book I've ever written willingly and without being assigned to it. Also, SP stands for South Park, and I've basically never seen or watched it and have 49% knowledge about 🤡👍🏽.

This story is completely based off of TikToks and short clips I have seen. As well as Fanfics and animations so please don't expect anything to be cannon!

Be prepared for a confusing plot because this all depends on how my mood is while writing these chapters. And while reading and writing this, I was completely perplexed; yeah- 👴🏻👴🏻👴🏻🧔🏽‍♀️🧔🏽‍♀️🧔🏽‍♀️👩🏻‍🦲👩🏻‍🦲👩🏻‍🦲



My mother had always dreamed of owning a house, big or small; any house would do for her. Unfortunately, she never got to live out that scenario she so desperately replayed in her head, considering how many household members live in our apartment. With two parents, five children, and one dog-which is a large number of mouths to feed-my parents struggled to pay our rent. Let alone buying and renovating a house, which would cost us millions of dollars due to the place we live? Not only that, but me and my siblings are too young to get a job-my older half-brother doesn't even care a penny for us anyway-so the only solution my mother could depend on was splitting our family.

My mother would take my younger sister and my youngest brother. While my father would take me, our dog, my youngest sister, and my younger brother. While the number of people in each household seems unfair, my parents would be sending money back and forth, and I would be the one caring for house chores and household members.

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We drove in my father's tiny little car, which had five seats in total. My father was driving, my younger siblings were in the back, and I was in the passenger seat with my dog, looking out the window from my lap. As I watched my puppy's reaction to the first time being in snow, I began to think about how our living circumstances would be compared to before the move. Our plane tickets to Colorodo were definitely not cheap, and our 2-hour car ride doesn't seem to be either.

I glance over at the little rats behind me, scanning their reactions to the snow. My little sister is passed out, her neck arched forward and everything, while my little brother is looking out the window in awe, occasionally muttering out a few words under his breath. To be honest, I'm also pretty amazed by even the sight of snow. I've never seen real snow other than pictures or ads, and the closest I've been to snow is ice packs. But even so, amazing or not, the cold I'm feeling is too much to bear compared to Hawaii's sunny, tropical weather! To be more specific, in Oahu's sunny, tropical weather, I try to radiate more heat onto my puppy, as it's getting more chilly and he's beginning to shiver. I wait for him to climb off the window ledge to roll up my window. I let him jump down into the back, cuddling with my little sister.

As I watch their short interaction, I glance back to the front, reading the sign ahead of us. The sign read, 'South Park'. Well, there go my fake little fantasies of the small possibilities of moving to the same place as an old friend. I don't know where he lives or where South Park is, but I'm pretty sure this ain't it.

As we drive by, I observe the houses we pass. All the houses we pass are practically copied and pasted in different colors and decorated slightly differently than the other houses. Gosh, who wasn't creative on their copy of homework? I watched as the small, similar houses soon met shops and buildings. I think I see a mall, a few restaurants, and I think that's a coffee shop. I take in my surroundings, trying to familiarize myself with the place to slow my nerves down. We pass by what seems to be a high school and an elementary school; we even pass by... wait, IS THAT A MANSION!?

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