South Park Love Story A Goth Kid's New Troubles PetexO.C

CHP01: South Park

I'm going through this phase where I'm obsessed with the goth kids(surprised I didn't go through this sooner). I also fell in love with this character I made for the stick of truth. So that's why I'm writing this book. My sister and I created Jade so  technically she's kind of mine so yeah. I made a new pic of her since I couldn't find my old one... I'm debating love interest, whether any of the goth kids or the vamp kids, also been debating if I should make my own vamp kid... Or neither and I go with Butters it all depends.  Enjoy your reading lovlieses...es!

-AFD

My stupid mom dropped me off in front of my new hell, South Park elementary. We had moved here from North Park since the divorce and my behavioral issues. What a bunch of bull. She tried to kiss me good bye but I just flipped her off walking into the school. Before the doors closed on my mom's endless chatter, she said one more thing. 

"Remember, have fun Jade!" I rolled my eyes finally letting the door close on her girly voice. How was I supposed to have fun. All the kids were probably gonna single me out, again. This was such a pain. This sucked ass. I didn't even want to go to class. Hell I didn't even know where it was. As I began to walk I slowed my pace not even knowing where I could start. I was suddenly pulled aside as I neared a classroom.

I faced my attacker ready to swear my ass off when I noticed a small smile. "Oh, gosh please don't hit me." He said. I was about to kick him in the balls when I realized he wasn't being sarcastic. He had ginger red hair and a sash around him labeled, hall monitor.

"The bell just rang, get to class." He said trying to seem as if he had any authority. I rolled my eyes and was about to walk away when I remembered my predicament.

"I don't know where my class is, dumb ass." I quickly scoffed. He ignored my cursing and continued to use his manly voice. Damn, did I hate gingers. "What's your teacher's name?" He quickly asked. I looked dully at him giving him my transfer slip from North Park Elementary to South Park. He scanned the paper then started to walk away. Seconds later he motioned for me to follow.

It took us two minutes to walk to my new classroom. He slowly gripped the knob. As I entered the classroom all I could hear were gasps and a curse from the teacher.

"Damn it not another, emo kid..." He stuttered cringing his forehead. "look one of them actually made it to class today." He said rolling his eyes. We were clearly getting off on the wrong foot here especially since I was freaking goth not a fucking emo! "Okay let's get this over with, introduce yourself to the class tell us a little about yourself, and take a seat next to Butters and Clyde." He said looking back at his magazine.  I sighed getting in front of the class. 

"Hey, name's Jade, I like the color black and death... Lots, of lots, of death... And despair, I only read Edgar Alan Poe and I hate you all." I said calmly. I looked dully at their expressions seeing more than half of them didn't acknowledge my existence. Those who did didn't give a damn they just went on to talking amongst themselves. As I looked around I saw an empty desk between a goofy looking blond and jock looking brunette. I guess the blonde one was Clyde and the jock looking one was Butters. how weird.

It was weird being in a class for once. I was on the verge of going in sane! All the girls cared about were stickers and boys. All the boys cared about were farts, and insulting each other. So grotesque. For once I was glad when recess came. I didn't intend to go to the playground though, that was conformist. I wanted to go to the back of the school and maybe sneak in a smoke or two. I wasn't planning on attending school all day. Maybe I'd stay there or maybe I'd walk home. It was whatever I felt like, mom was at work and dad lived in North Park. I didn't care.

The bell rang and finding out that I couldn't climb the fence to escape my hell, I decided to go to the loading docks to have myself a smoke. As I walked there I saw four faint silhouettes. Knowing I wasn't going to the conformist playground I just kept walking. When I arrived someone flicked a cigarette bud at my face. When I recovered I glared at him. I quickly stepped back seeing an old friend. I gasped. "Pete.."