South Park: Dream Coming True

Hiding Place

My mom came out of the bathroom after fifteen minutes and walked to my room. "Paige, were going to Jessica's, we will be back in a few hours." She says.

I nod my head and she leaves. I rush over to my window and wait for her to drive off. After ten minutes I grab my purple hoodie and run out of the house.

I run to the park and find Eric on the baby swing, Kyle and Stan on the normal swings, and Kenny on the slide.

I roll my eyes as I get closer to them. Such kids. "I'm here, their gonna be gone for a bit so we can get your stuff done." I say as I reach them.

"Where we gonna sleep, bitch?" Eric asks, trying to get out of the swing. "The attic, its not all dusty or anything. We were going to turn it into a room but we decided not too."

"Won't they find us?" Kenny asks. The one weird thing about him is that his parka didn't cover his mouth anymore, so I heard him perfectly.

"No, they never use it anymore. Only me when I try and get away since I have secret way in my room." I answer and sit on a swing.

"What about food? I want Cheesypoofs!" Eric whines. "We don't have Cheesypoofs, we have Cheetos. Same thing." I answer.

"I don't give a shit what their called!" He yells. "Shut up fatass! She's giving some of her home to us so you better be nice!" Kyle yells.

I blush slightly. Why does he have to be so cute? "So, are you guys still ten? You don't look like you are." I ask.

"No were not ten anymore. Were 13." Stan replied. Yay, I might have a chance. "Wait we know nothing about this bitch, for all we know she can be a Jew, or Mexican!" Eric yells, pointing a finger at me.

"I'm none of those, I don't even know my religion. And my only race is Irish." I answer. "No wonder she's so small." He says.

"I'll kick your ass all the way to canada if you make fun of my height again!" I threaten. I am not a person you want to mess with. Let's just say that I took my problems in my own hands and was in the principals office for two days.

He then shuts up and Kyle looks at me. "Well he is right, we really don't know anything about you. Can you give us some info?" He asks.

I nod my head and start the list of my life. "I am 13, my birthday was yesterday as you know. My mom and dad got divorced when I was five after my grandfather, the closest person to me ever, died. I have been to three elemenrty schools and two middle schools. I have a step brother and half brother, all live with my dad, and half sister who lives with me, my mom, and step dad."

I say, not finished. "I don't have many friends. I am very shy and to myself sometimes. I'm stupid. I love the internet, youtube, wattpad, stuff like that. I'm a gamer, singer, trying to be a drawer, and a writer. And as you can tell, very talkitive." I finish.

Eric fakes snores and Kyle punches him, causing him to scream for his mom. "Ok, so know you know the importent stuff, let's get back to my place." I say and they all nod.

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Once we got back I ran to my room and opened up a little hole in then celling and got a chair. I stood up on it and tried to pull my self up.

"Damn it.." I mutter after failing. "Here." I hear a voice say. I was then lifted up to the attic floor. I looked down and saw that it was Kyle, smiling at me.

"T-Thanks." I say, blushing and smiling. Damn it Paige! Stop blushing!!! I yell at myself.

I stand up and walk over to the window and open it, letting in light. I then pulled out two air matresses we had and blew them up.