𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍☆; first day pt. 1

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THE BUS PARKED AT THE
front gates of the school where students walk into school, and some hang out by the schoolyard,  when the majority of the students leave the bus you take your chance to go and you instantly stand up and go in the aisle, as you were about to take your first step when a force pushed you slightly forward.

With an eyebrow-raised expression, you turned behind me to see a black-haired boy with a blue-red beanie who rubbed his head.

"Oh I'm sorry-" You were halfway through apologizing until a similar song started faintly playing, causing you to stop and listen to the heavenly song.

"Two lovers entwined pass me by" The Smiths paused as the boy scurried to pick up his phone and headphones which you noticed had fallen when he bumped into you.

"Oh god, this is so embarrassing," The boy mumbled picking up his phone and looking up at you with worried eyes, but then his worries all slipped away when he recognized you.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." He apologized as he put his headphones back on and he looked down at his phone, hoping to avoid any awkward interaction since he seemed you didn't remember him.

He did dye his hair back to its original color since Kyle ripped on him for the ugly bleached color.

"It's fine, that's a nice song, by the way, I love the Smiths." you gave him a small smile, hoping to reassure him. And it was true, you really did love the smiths

He had heard your voice but couldn't understand it through the music.

"Sorry?" he pulled his headphones down.

"I said I love the smiths" You repeated, keeping the same small smile on your face.

He looked at you with a speechless expression, astonished someone liked the same band he obsessed over.

Assuming he didn't get it, you signaled to his headphones. "You have good taste in music." you stammered, also impressed you found someone with the same music taste as you.

Stan's face heated at the compliment, there weren't many people who shared the same music as him. You didn't have to compliment his whole music taste, but yet you did, you didn't even know him and yet you assumed he had good music taste.

As Stan was overanalyzing the moment, he let out a goofy grin, fidgeting with his sleeve. "Oh. Uh, really? Thank you.." He didn't know how to respond to the compliment and he felt as if this thanks wasn't enough to show how thankful he really was.

"what's your favorite song from them?" He blurted out, wanting to talk to you and keep the conversation going as he saw you were about to leave.

You turned back and thought for a moment, shocked by his sudden question, "It's There is a light that never goes out." You answered, and before he could say anything else you turned back around and left, leaving him speechless.

"Holy shit."

★彡

YOU ENTERED THE HALLWAY to be instantly greeted by a hallway full of students, you could feel eyes on you as you sluggishly walked through them, you've gripped onto the straps of your backpack with one hand as you bite your nails with another.

It didn't take long to find the principal's office and to get everything, so the only thing you had to worry about was going to your first-period class and surviving.

Checking all the numbers of the doors you pass in the hallway you eventually find your first-period class and hesitantly walk in, it seemed as if when you peeked your head out the door the class stopped everything they did and turned to you.

The teacher stopped writing on the board and turned to you also, she then smiled and motioned you to come over.

You waddled over to her, keeping your face forward, not wanting to turn to the classroom

"Hello [Y/N]! I hope you doing well this morning. Let me go over this really quick then I'll get you caught up okay?" You nodded to her words and she nodded her head towards the class.

"Go find an empty desk to sit at, anywhere is fine."

You faced the class and looked around, ignoring the fact everyone waited to see where you would sit, your eyes then caught onto a boy in a blue chullo with stars who had an empty desk next to him that caught your attention.

he seemed friendly enough so you forced yourself through the small desks and crammed into the seat next to him, where he sent a confused star at you before going back to doodling stars.

You laid your backpack beside your feet and folded your hand in your lap, waiting for the teacher.

meanwhile, you looked over the class, by this point everyone had continued with the lesson, finally giving you a sense of privacy.

You quickly realized everyone in the class had a personality of their own, which was foreign to you since everyone in North Park was basically copy-and-paste rich kids that spoiled themselves with their parent's easy-earned money.

You take in the personalities in the class.

You first observed this one student in the front row who caught your attention, well, his red curly hair and green ushanka caught your attention. So did the freckles that seemed to be sprinkled heavily on his skin, he seemed a little too invested in the lesson by the way he tapped on his pen on his paper as he stared forward, so you assumed he was a nerd. And the sweater that screamed 'My mom forced me to wear this' didn't help his case either.

Your eyes turned to the boy behind him, who was the opposite. He was not invested in the lesson and fidgeted with his plenty of ear piercings as he doodled an 'S'. Though, he wasn't the opposite in looks. He had shaggy dirty blonde hair that barely went past his neck, it looked like he did it himself by how choppy it was too. Though his dirty parka didn't seem to scream anything.
You narrowed your eyes, they looked oddly familiar but you could wrap your head around it.

Now that I think about it, the boy on the bus did look similar too.

"Okay [Y/N] let's get you set up," you felt the presence of the teacher as she bent down to your eye level, disturbing your recognition of the two.

★彡

LEAVING THE CLASSROOM
[Y/N] looks down at the schedule in their hands, checking their second class.

Gym? You've got to be shitting me.
The thought of having gym early in the morning made the teen cringe.

I'll just skip it this time.

So that's what they did, they went into the closest bathroom they could find and hid in it. (Let's pretend this bathroom is gender neutral)

"Who the fuck are you?"

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