AMNESTY // SOUTH PARK

CHAPTER ONE.

WOWIE. 1159 WORDS IN ONE CHAPTER. THAT DIDN'T TAKE AS LONG AS I THOUGHT IT WOULD. PLEASE COMMENT OR VOTE, WHICHEVER ONE. I DON'T REALLY CARE- I JUST NEED FEEDBACK ON HOW THIS STORY IS. 

Payton visibly flinched as he stared out the window of his father's truck. They had gotten new's that they were moving from the state of new york to Colorado- though the names of the cities weren't in much difference as they both started with 'south' 

He was excited- though he would never show it other than a few smiles as he stared at the landscape in front of him. A part of him thanked his parents for not having enough money to travel by plane. It gave him time to try to reflect on his good memories of living in the empire state. 

His mother- Heather was a small, skinny woman with black graying hair that seemed to always wear blue jeans and sweaters. His father, however- was a man with black hair and an angry look forever glued to his face. In all honesty, Payton didn't know how to speak to any of his parents- the reason being that if one word was said wrongly they would blow up and either resort to violence or begin yelling at the teen. 

It was one of the reasons that Payton was glad to move away from New York. 

Maybe this time would be different.

"Kayla, we're almost there" Payton rolled his eyes at his mother, showing distaste that the older female had called him the name that he despised the most. He put the earbud that he had pulled out of his ear when she had called his name back where it belonged, once again listening to music. 

He simply nodded in reply, faking a small smile as he blankly stared at his mother. He unconsciously pulled the sleeves of his sweater over his hands, becoming anxious once again. Cursing himself, he huffed quietly and changed the song to one of his most favorite songs- teen idle by marina and the diamonds. 

The car swerved into a driveway, coming to a halt. Payton lifted his head from the glass of the window, looking around his surroundings once again. 

The house that his parent's had bought was a tan, two story house surrounded by neighbors. He huffed as he looked around at his neighbors houses for a few seconds nonchalantly. 

Great. More people to deal with.

He grabbed his suitcase from the back of the truck before going into the house, the unfurnished house looking abandoned. He set the suitcase down by the door before walking through the building, checking each room for any intruders. 

Payton sighed in relief, cursing himself for being so paranoid. He walked into the room he was in once before, huffing as he seen the movers already in the living room setting the furniture down. He made his way over to the door, dodging the movers skillfully in successful attempts of  avoiding physical contact. 

He grabbed his suitcase, picking it up instead of dragging it behind him on the wheels behind him, walking up the stairs and walking into what would be soon be his own bedroom. He internally thanked his older sister for staying behind in new york with her boyfriend, not wanting to go through the hassle of sharing bedrooms. 

Moving into the corner and thanking the mover as they set the dresser down in the room that he had chosen, Payton faked a smile as he sent a smile towards him, the man mumbling a quick 'no problem'. He let out the breath that he had been holding hostage, not enjoying the fact that he was once again, alone with someone- even if they had already left his room.

He was paranoid. 

Payton pressed the button on his bed after setting it out, letting the air fill it and making a semi normal bed. He didn't mind having an air bed- in fact, they were actually more comfortable than the rickety old beds that his parents used to get him when he was younger. 

As the bed was filling up he put a walking dead poster on the wall, tacking it to the wall. He didn't dare use tape in fear of it ripping if they were to move again in the future. 

"Now to clean" He pushed his bed aside before grabbing a broom and some clorox wipes, setting the container down before sweeping the floors and the corners of the ceilings to get rid of the small colony of spiderwebs. 

He let out a small chuckle, imitating a British accent. "Take that, you French bastard. I just took your colonies away" 

Payton grinned, finishing up sweeping as he swept the dust and cobwebs onto the dustpan before dumping it into the garbage can. He huffed, putting his hands on his rather girlish hips as he stared ahead at his almost finished bedroom; standing in the doorway with the door wide open. 

"I'll finish it later" He softly mumbled as he pulled on his gloves, leaving his sweater and half face mask on his bed. 

"Hey, mom- I'm going to go walk around town for a bit" He called out, grinning as he gained to reply. He already had money that he had saved from his birthday- so he could get something to eat for later on in the day; lord knows when his mother cooked anything. 

He walked outside, not minding the cold weather. After all; he was one of those kids whom had gone to school in the middle of the winter with shorts on. He huffed, watching as fog left his mouth as if he was smoking with a grin. 

It was half way through his walk when he came upon a small coffee shop. He took in his surroundings, having not been paying attention before coming by the shop. 'Tweek's bro's coffee' was read on the sign of the store. 

Payton huffed and walked into the building, not wanting to stay outside any longer in fear of anyone spotting him and trying to talk to him. 

He quickly got a cup of coffee and payed for it, walking over and sitting at a empty table. He didn't want to go back to his new home at the time being- after all he just wanted to lay back and try to be a normal teen. 

Payton took a sip, his face becoming multiple shades of green immediately after. He cursed the shop for making coffee, not enjoying the sludge taste of the coffee at all. He set it down, huffing loudly in irritation. This was going to be another setback in settling down in this town.

At least there was good coffee in New York-- 

He got up, walking over and throwing the coffee away anxiously, his hands shaking as he once again felt eyes on him. 

Not again

Payton closed his eyes tightly for a few moments, his throat tightening in a silent cry. Leaving the shop, he walked back to his house. 

He needed to go to bed anyways, after all- 

He had school the next day.