In South Park

Wow! I'm so excited. Well nervous also. I thought to myself. I walked up to my new teacher. He was old looking and had another man sitting next to him.

"Hi my name is Gabbie." I said with a smile.

"Well. You must be the new girl. I'm Mr. Garrison. Go up front and tell everyone a little about yourself."

"Okay Mr. Garrison." I said and walked up to the front of the class room. Everyone kept talking, so I fiddled with my brown, wavy hair.

"Quiet everyone! Listen to the new student!" Everything went silent, and I felt their eyes on me.

"Hello. My name is Gabbie. I am of course new here and I am happy to be here as well. I moved here by myself, because I have no family left. I hope that I will enjoy it here and that I can be someone's friend." I smiled at the end and everyone stared at me for a moment.

I fat kid raised his hand and looked at me funny. "So you dont have anywhere to stay?"

I shook my head slowly. "No, not right now."

Whispering took place between everyone and Mr. Garrison pointed to a desk. "That will be your seat."

I walked over to my seat and sat down next to a boy wearing a orange coat and a green hat. I smiled at him and opened my book.

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I stood at the back of the lunch line, by myself. I looked at the posters and at the kids that were sitting at the tables together. I smiled. I wish that I could fit in like that.

The line moved till I was in front of an enormous, black man. He smiled and handed me a tray.

"Well hello there child. My names Chef. What is yours?"

"Hi Chef. My names Gabbie." I said.

"Well have you made any new friends yet?"

I shook my head sadly. "I'm afraid not Chef."

"Well. You keep trying. I'm sure you'll have friends in no time!"

"Thanks Chef!" I said and walked away smiling. He was a nice guy.

I looked around for a place to sit and frowned. Every seat was taken. I sighed and walked to the wall. I slid to the floor and began to eat my food.

"Hey... Gabbie?" Came a voice from above me.

"Yes?" I said and looked up.

"My name is Kyle. Well and I was wondering. Would you like to share my seat with me?" He said while rubbing his head.

"Sure." I said smiling.

He helped me up and dragged me to a table. The fat kid was there along with a boy in a blue hat, and a kid with a jacket that covered everything but his eyes.

Kyle sat down and left half the seat open for me. I sat down next to him and sat my tray down.

"Hey what do you think your doing?! You stupid Jew!" The fat kid yelled.

"Shut up Cartman." Kyle said to him.

"Hmm.mmmmm.phmmmm" The one in the orange full coat mumbled.

"Um... Hi?" I said confused.

"Hey Gabbie." The one in the blue hat said. "They do this all the time, dont worry. The fat one is Cartman. The one in the orange jacket is Kenny, My names Stan, and you've already met Kyle."

"Hey Stan." I said and shoved some mashed potatoes in my mouth. "Why'd he call him a stupid Jew?"

"Kyles a Jew. And... let's just say Cartman hates Jews... and Kyle."

"Really!?"

"Yeah. Why?" He said holding his milk up to his mouth.

"Well..." I leaned closer to him so no one else could hear me. "Because. I am also a Jew."