New Kid (Creek, Southpark)

Survival: Day 1 - Tweek

(a few months ago)

"Tweek! Come here please!" I hear my mom shout from down stairs. I jump off my bed and go down stairs where I find both my parents sitting next to each other on the couch. "Tweek, we need to talk to you about something," my dad says in an oddly serious voice. "GAH!" I shout anxiously. That's the worse possible way for parents to start a conversation!

"So as you know our coffee shop is doing quite well here in New Mexico," My mom smiles. I nod, it certainly is; I've been picking up more and more hours. "We've just recently made enough money to hire people to run the shop here for us!" My mom exclaims. I nod again while anxiously bitting my lip.

"We want to open another shop in South park, Colorado," my dad explains. I stand there blankly. This is what they want to talk about? "So... we need to go down there to start stuff up, and appeal to the public as a small business," My dad explains when he sees my blank reaction. My face doesn't change at all. So...? ... OH... OH SHIT! "We're moving?!" I shout. My parents nod in unison, in sync actually, kinda like robots. Agh! Could they not have gotten robots or run the new shop?!

"We're moving at the start of the summer Tweek," my dad tells me.  "What?!" I shout. "Sorry Tweek, it'll be alright South Park is a nice little town, and you'll have all summer to make some friends before you start school," my mom says in an attempt to assure me but I tune her out and I'm filled with nothing but dread. "AGH!" I shout with a rather violent twitch before I run off to my room.

Seriously?! I have to move schools?! I'll have no friends! I barely have any here as it is and they've known me since I was in like kindergarten! "AGHH!" I shout again. That might be part of the reason, always screaming when your anxious isn't a good look. Especially if (like me) you're anxious a lot. The whole twitching thing doesn't help either.

I sit on the floor next to my bed. I guess I don't know what to do with the life changing information that my parents just dropped on me.

(present time)

I pick up the silver spoon from the bowl and feed myself another bite of cereal. As I try to eat I nearly drop my spoon because im twitching so much. My parents are already at work, I have a short shift after school and it's my first day at a new school where nobody knows me.

I mean that's mostly my fault. We moved here in the summer, I had all that time to meet kids my age, but I didn't. I stayed cooped up in my dark, quiet bedroom. It's safe in there. My parents didn't even make me take shifts this summer because they thought I was out trying to make friends.

As I finish my cereal bowl I go back up to my bedroom to grab my backpack. As I grab my bag I look my outfit up and down once more. Dark blue high rise jeans, a long-sleeved white shirt and a brown short-sleeved flannel over it. Does it look weird? I don't think so. Everyone else might think so though. What the fuck ever! I need to go or im going to be late! Agh! I don't even know which way to walk! Wait...I have a phone. I can Google Maps it. Phew.

Google Maps is truly a wonderful tool. It helps me get started on the walk to school but soon I see some high schoolers walking to school and I just follow a bit behind them. They're chatting about the new school year excitedly and I gather that they're actually two years older than me, seniors.

After a fairly short walk we arrive. It's not a huge high school but it looks kinda nice. What if everyone hates me? I don't know where a single one of my classes are. Or the office even! All they did was send me a letter with my schedule in it. I'm not new to the whole schedule thing though so I've memorized it. The South Park High School schedule isn't difficult at all. It's actually very simple:

Homeroom
First period
Second period
Third period
Fourth period
Lunch and break
Fifth period
Sixth period
Seventh period
Eight period

The only change is that on Wednesdays there is no homeroom and lunch and break is after fitfth period instead of after fourth period.

I walk in through the front doors into the commons where students are sitting in corners and at tables. I look around and try to think of what to possibly do. The students around me all look fairly nice but still, my nerves keep me from asking them. Instead I step to the right where I see a large sign on the wall that says lockers A-N with an arrow. O-Z must be upstairs so I head that direction.
...

With luck I was able to find my homeroom then to my first period which is history. It was only just across the hall from my home room. When I walk in I notice some faces from home room. Particularly a short fat kid and a boy with a blue hat and blue sweater who's a bit taller than me. He sits right next to me, my eyes draw to him and I take a quick glance at him, up and down. "Why are you staring at me?" he suddenly asks in a oddly monotone way. "Agh! What? I wasn't!" I quip back defensivley. "Ok" he replies, giving me a cold glare. "Fuck off," I mumble under my breath and he holds his middle finger up to me in response. I look the opposite direction and wait for the teacher to enter the room.

She doesn't yet. "So what's your name anyways new kid?" he asks me. "Tweek," I tell him. "Interetsing," he comments. "So what's yours?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. Just them the teacher walks in and he turns to face the front.

...

The day didn't go too bad. I open the door to my house with they key and go sit at the table. I grab the syllabi that my parents need to sign and sigh in a relived way. I survived the first day. It wasn't to bad, at lunch I went to the library and ate in a corner of the commons. I met a these two kids. What were their names? Uhh... oh yeah! Stan and Kyle. They were hanging out with three other boys but I didn't get introduced to them. They seemed nice enough. They could have been faking it... why would they do that though? "Gah!" I shout. The sound echoes in my empty house.

Well now that I survived day one, I better get ready for work. It won't be too awful, I know what to expect at the coffee shop it's second nature by now. I've been working since I was 11. My parents love to essentially exploit me for the good of the coffee shop. I'm surprised I don't have any siblings cause I'm sure my parents would love to have more kids to put to work. Maybe they're scared we'd try and start a union or something. Or just tell the cops that they're breaking child labor laws. If they're not now they definitely were when I was 11.

I walk to the coffee shop, fairly quick because its not too far from my house. My parents leave as I enter the shop.

I put on my apron as I get behind the counter. Business is pretty slow so I probably won't have many costumers- ding. I glance up and see none other than that kid from my home room. The asshole who flipped me off. Seriously?