- SouthPark high -

Chapter 4.

I made my way toward the cafeteria and glanced around the hallways. 'It sure did look way different than the show.'
I arrived outside the doors and hesitated to go in. ' Okay just try to avoid them' It was hard trying to ignore the nervousness in the pit of my stomach. I took a deep breath and pushed open the cafeteria doors.
I looked around and saw teens seated at various tables chatting. Of course, no one noticed me walk in. I just proceeded to the lunch line and wait to get my food. As I waited I looked around until I saw a very familiar group.
Which consisted of the main characters.
'oh shitt' I saw the one and only Kyle ducking broflovski who looked like he was chatting with his Best friend Stan Marsh and arguing with Eric Theodore Cartman.
Kyle was just beautiful. His green emerald eyes, his red curly hair that was way more visible, and that damn smile. 'fuck yes I can die happy but I've got to hug him & say I love you, you damn jew. I mean seriously his personality is the ducking best'. Stan was handsome. It was noticeable that he had muscles. 'I wonder if he is actually in football or a jock or not'.  Cartman looked like he lost pounds but it was clear that he shaped down a bit. When he was arguing with Kyle I saw the mischief in his brown eyes and that dumb smirk. Haha.

I stared at them for a while and decided to eat in the back of the school. Besides, I didn't have anyone to sit with and surely I was not going to just walk up to them and sit with them, no nope.
I then left the cafeteria doors with my tray of food towards the back of the school.
I opened the door and proceeded to go sit down on the mini concrete stairs.

I then turned to my right and saw what looked like the goth kids. And damn they looked way different,  well not that much.

Pete still had his black hair with red dyed into it but he grew more and looked pretty damn attractive. Same with Michael, he still had that damn cane though. Firkle looked way older now,  Im guessing he was like a 4th grader now. He wasn't so smallish anymore.
Henrietta was pretty in her own way though. She looked a bit chubby but to me, she looked beautiful and she grew taller as well.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by a  deep voice.
"Can you not be a creep and stare at us so much". Which I think Pete said.
"Damn conformist"
Totally a conformist"
I watched as the others agreed and Henrietta smoked with that long black stick that she always had or still has.
I looked at them once more before saying " Oh sorry I was lost in my thoughts." ' I should probably try to get close and try to mingle with them. Trust me I know I said not to get close but what're four more goths gonna do'. I then began asking a question that I know they won't resist answering for a conformist.
" Hey if you don't mind me asking, What's the difference between goths and emos because they seem almost the same to me?" I swear I saw Pete's eye twitch with irritation.
Bingo
Pete turned to me with a harsh look and said " What's a damn conformist like the rest of them gonna know"? Michael got up and gently put a hand on Pete's shoulder and spoke" It can't be helped that she doesn't know". Michael's eyes then trailed over to me and said " Listen up because I'm not gonna repeat this twice got it, conformist"?
"Got it " I then put my tray out of my lap and got up, walking over to stand in front of Michael. " Okay let's go over this again. Emos are suicidal that hate themselves and cut their wrists. Goths hate the environment & not themselves unlike some fags emos & vamps, got it conformist"? Of course, I knew that already as it was an excuse just to talk with them but It was almost alluring to hear their voices.
"Yeah but I just wanted to say something to you guys," I said my eyes looking at all of them like the question was directed at all of them.
Pete suddenly spoke again " Are you serious--  He was cut off by Michael once again interrupting him "What is it conformist"? I felt all their eyes lingering on me waiting for a response.

"I know you guys hate the environment but I think it's just the douche people in it that are making the environment seem bad". I looked and saw Pete's glare soften a bit and filled with curiosity and confusion like the rest of them.
"Maybe I can relate because I used to hate it too. Society. The environment. but they're always gonna make this place crap. But you just gotta find the good stuff in it. Like maybe each other in this shitty world. For me, I would block off everyone who was close to me and who didn't understand how shitty my life was, and theirs wasn't. I hated the way the government worked and the people in it". I paused trying to put it all into words. " But one day I got tired of hating and just felt nothing, almost an empty dull feeling, and realized the beautiful thing in this crappy environment was right in front of me the whole time. Which was my Grandparents". I looked and saw all the goths with complete shock in their eyes. Almost an understanding lingering look in their eyes.
It was Firkle who spoke up first after the painful silence.
"Woah that's deep"
"Totally deep, you know for a conformist you're not that bad," Henrietta said while inhaling from her black cigar stick.
" Agreed, I guess you could hang with us but you're still a conformist". Michael said with an approving gaze. I looked at them with a smile then turned my eyes to Pete who was surprisingly silent.
Pete looked at me for a while before speaking "Just cause you have an understanding of us doesn't make you one of us alright conformist"? I could tell he meant it in a half-hearted way almost jokingly.
" I wouldn't want it anyway else". I said with a small laugh.

I chatted with the goths for a while before I heard the bell ring.

"You seriously don't have Facebook"? Pete said looking at me with a disbelieving look on his face.
"Nope"
"Not even Coonstagram"?
"Nope nada, I haven't had time to make an account but later on I will and I'll add you guys". I said and he just looked at me and sighed.
"Well, what did I expect from a conformist"? I just laughed sheepishly and grabbed my school bag and I turned to all of them.
" Well I better get going before I'm late, I'll see you guys later!" And then I headed inside going to my next class which was transition class.

And the rest was history

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