I woke up to the sound of one of my favorite songs, 'Teenagers' By My Chemical Romance. I quickly shut it off, not wanting to get to the cuss words since my room was not soundproof.
I looked at the date on my phone and a grin was smeered on my face. Today I was finally a teenager, the only reason I set that song to wake me up.
I get out of my bed, walk past my couch ((Don't ask, parents are weird.)) and too my closet. I pulled out my white tank top, light oversized blue shirt, Crocs, blue shorts, and my black 'Showboat' Hoodie.
I grabbed my nook and walked out of my room and too the kitchen, which was right outside of my door, and found my mom cooking.
At first I was confussed, my mother hardly ever cooks and that's only when my step dad is too weak to get off the couch.
But I remembered that today was my birthday so I took a seat in one of the black chairs and turned on my nook.
I started texting my best friend Amanda about what I have planned. I wanted to make this the best birthday ever since my last one was crap.
On my last birthday is when we moved to this hell hole. I want to get away but I cant. And schools no better, I barely passed 7th grade.
Amanda is my only true friend I have left, I have no one else. I'm too shy and scared. Scared to be rejected from society.
"Paige? Did you hear me?" My mother asks, raising her tone. I snap out of thought and look up at her. Me and my mother look nothing alike, well to me anyway. I look more like my dad.
I usally doze off easily or not hear anyone corectlly. "I asked you when your friend is coming over." She repeted.
"In two hours." I answer, looking at the time. "Ok, go brush your hair." She says, pointing to the mess I call my hair.
I groan and get up and walk back to my room. I walk straight as I walk in right to my two mirriors, which scare the crap out of me.
I grab my pink brush, which I do not approve of, and run it through my brightist, medium, red hair. After almost ten minutes of pulling and mumbled curses I finally gert my hair smooth and soft.
I walk back out and slomp in my chair. There was my favorite breakfast sitting in front of me. Hash browns, english muffin, and a bagel. No wonder I'm underweight.
I go on my nook before eating and put on a South Park episode. Totally not obsessed. Wait, nevermind. I loved Kyle more then my ex in real life.
Kyle. His name has cute writen all over it, but sadly none of my fanfic about Kyler would ever happen. Sorry Summer.
I pig out on my food, why am I not fat? I eat chips all day. Damn it stomach, be fat! Just not Cartman fat. That would be bad.
A knock on the door almost makes me choke on my food and I rush too open it, knowing who it was.
I opened it too find who I was expecting, my Grammy and Aunt Sarah ((Who is the best!!! Love you!!!)) standing with bags of gifts.
My Grammy is the best, I might have never made a Wattpad account if she never gave me my nook. I hugged them both tightly, they were the only home I had that wasn't hell.
Then my two year old sister, Amber, came running out giggling. "Payie!!!! Sawah!!!!!" She squeled. I picked her up and suprisingly she didn't scream bloody murder.
She was the cutest baby ever, and I'm glad that I have her. I just hope she never turns into me. I place her down, since my arms were going to break, and help my Grammy with the bags.
After we set them on the table in the back yard I heard a voice. "Hey bestie!" I turned too see my red headed friend Amanda.
"Hey!" I said, walking over to her. "Let's get this party started!!!!" I squeled and she rolled her eyes.
"Calm down, bitch." She said. "But I'm too fab!!!!!!" I whine. "Sure, keep on telling yourself that."
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My inner child kicked in when my mom asked me weither I wanted to open gifts first or eat cake. I choose gifts first.
I opened the gifts from my Grammy first. I got: South Park season 16 on dvd, a Kenny plushie, a Stan plushie, A Eric plushie, and some poines I already had but I could make into customs.
Next my mom gave me stuff: More paint, stylus for my nook, my Ipod back, colored pencils, new glasses, and South Park: Bigger, Longer, And Uncut.
Next my step dad, Rob: Even more paint, South Park: Stick Of Truth, GTA Five, headphones, and $20.
Next was Amanda, and of course she got me and Zayn doll. "You the best." I say. "I know I am, bitch."
And finally was Sarah. And what she got me almost made me faint. It was a Kyle plushie. I'm gonna cuddle him too death!
"Ok, time for cake and then everyone needs to leave." My mom says. Rob then brings out a cake, and it was South Park cake.
My mom had gotten a cake from Cake Boss, one of my facorite shows,and requested this special cake.
When I looked closly I saw a red headed girl in bewteen the four boys. It took me a minute to realize who it was. Me.
I didn't know my mom requested that they make me with them. I smiled and hugged my mom tightly. "Thank you, I love it." I say and she smiles.
Rob then lights the candles and everyone smiles. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Paige, happy birthday too you!!"
"Make a wish!" My mom said, squezing my arm. I think for a second and blow out the candles.
My wish, was for me too have more friends.
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I was up all night, playing my games, drawing, and watching my movie seven times. The whole time I was cuddling my plushies, but not Eric.
"I wish you were real. You guys would be my friends, right?" I ask. This is normal for me too talk to myself, I'm used to it.
I sighed, knowing I would get no response. I went on my nook for the rest of the night and reread my fanfic, Stans Cousin.
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South Park: Dream Coming True
FanfictionPaige was living a somewhat normal life until here 13th birthday when her Grammy gets her the South Park gang plushies and she makes a wish that changes her life forever. Follow her adventure with the boys, and trying too keep them hidden!!