AMNESTY // SOUTH PARK

CHAPTER TWO.

Payton had woke with a start, falling off his bed in shock and fear as his alarm clock went off. He huffed, glaring at the machine that had made him awake from his much needed slumber. He didn't get much sleep the night before after all.  

Getting up with a groan of annoyance, he walked over to his suit case and chose a outfit for the day. He walked into the bathroom that was oh so surprisingly attached to his bedroom, taking a shower and getting changed. 

He had chosen a black baggy shirt that was decorated with white flowers on the front, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of fingerless gloves. 

Putting his earbuds in, he bid his already awake mother goodbye before setting out into the cold to go to school.

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Payton huffed in annoyance. Why did his parents have to move into a house that was three blocks away from the bus stop? He furrowed his eyebrows in thought, ignoring the other teenagers that were huddled together and sitting on the bench. 

"Get on, you hooligans!" The slurred voice of a woman and a screech of a bus stopping was heard, snapping Payton out of his dissociative trance like state. He stood up, grabbing his backpack and following after the other teens onto the bus. Payton narrowed his eyes as he saw a bottle of liquor at the bus drivers feet, explaining the slurred speech and rough driving. 

Was that even legal? 

Of course it wasn't. 

He huffed, placing his knee's on the back of the seat. With that, he let himself be consumed by the sound of his music and the distanced sounds of teenagers arguing about petty things that aren't worth mentioning in his opinion. 

"Oi! New kid, will you stop fucking shoving your knee's in my back?" Payton rolled his eyes, noticing that the kid was peering around his seat with a glare settled on his face. He sighed, not wanting to start a fight on the first day of school with a kid who had a glare that was weaker than his father's. 

He removed his knee's from the back of his seat, simply resorting to resting his head against the window. He had no quarrel with these people, and he didn't plan on making one. He knew what happened last time he did. 

"Hey" Being shook, Payton jolted awake and into a defensive position- or at least the best he could in being that he was in a bus seat and there wasn't alot of room. He narrowed his eyes at the boy who stood in the opening of the seat before noticing that the teenagers were lining in the lane. 

Payton mumbled a small 'thank you', blinking away the tiredness in his eyes as he got up from the seat and grabbed his backpack. 

Walking off the bus, he took notice of a number of groups of kids. 

The 'cheerleader' types were over by a board that had multiple papers on it. 

He didn't bother looking through the rest of them, scolding himself for thinking that he needed to know where everyone was. Pulling his schedule out of his pocket, he glared at the first class. 

He didn't know who this 'Mister Garrison' was, but if he was an ass he was going to learn one thing- 

Never mess with a Wollek

"Hey! New kid!" Payton huffed in annoyance as another voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "What?" He glared at the kid, not caring that he was the one whom had saved his ass from the embarrassment of sleeping through the school day on the bus. 

"I wanted to apologize for fatass earlier, new kid." Payton stopped glaring at him then, sending him a fake smile. "Okay" He accepted the apology, appreciating it. "Anyways- What's your name?" 

Payton furrowed his eyebrows at that, knowing that if he were to say what he wanted to his parents could come and ruin it for him, but if he said his real name he would be ruining his school life himself. 

"My name is Payton" The boy smiled at him at that. "My name is Kyle; It's nice to meet you, Payton" 

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Payton sighed in relief, pulling his gloves down a bit to hide his hands even more as he walked into the class he was supposed to be in. Thankfully for him, he was able to escape the interaction between him and Kyle before the other teen's question's got too personal. 

He took a seat at the old desk that was assigned to him, a coat of dust covering the furnature that made him want to either sneeze his brains out or run to the janiter's closet and gather some supplies to clean the damn thing. 

Never mind that- he should get a flame thrower. 

"G'morning, kids. We have a new student today!" The nazily voice of the teacher and the looks of the students around him made me want to disappear into nothingness. 

"Please come up and introduce yourself"

Payton's lips twitched down into a frown as he hesitantly got up from his seat and made his way up to the front of the class. He offered a small wave, earning a snort and a glare from two kids in the front row. 

"Uhm,," Payton let his arms fall to his sides, sighing before introducing himself. "My name is Payton Wollek" The teacher gave me a weird look as I said my name- likely because his parents used his other name to sign him up to school. However, he waved it off as a simple mistake on my parent's behalf. 

Payton scolded himself for embarrassing himself as he sat back down in the chair he was once in- the desk seemingly more dusty than before. 

This was a horrible day to leave his mask at home. 

He suddenly sneezed, a few students chuckling at the cat like sneeze. Pink coated the cheeks of the teen as he put his head down and covered his nose with his glove. 

This was going to be a long day.