"Hold on, hold on! I'm coming..."
Eva groaned, running her fingers through her sandy brown hair. Nine in the morning was far to early for a 15-year old to wake up during June. Of course, Colorado's June was about 30 degrees colder than the previous summers in Illinois. This didn't stop Eva from not wearing pants to bed. She flung open her front door to find a boy almost a head shorter than her, with a tuft of blond hair, large, innocent baby blue eyes, and makeshift paladin costume, including a hammer that probably belonged to his father. Her eyes widened as she tried to pull the old sweater she wore over her underwear frantically.
"Holy shit, Butters!" she gasped, "I'm not wearing pants!"
The little boy named Butters cringed and closed his eyes, "I-I'm sorry Eva, but the Grand Wizard told me to send you this!" He shakily handed the teenage girl a letter made out of notebook paper. She broke the tape seal and quickly read through the letter.
"Hm... Again?" she muttered, "You guys really can't keep the stupid stick for long, can you?"
"Well, it didn't help that they had a hired sword," Butters mumbled in defense.
"A hired sword?" she questioned, raising a brow at the paladin, "But who else- Oh… I see now." She crumpled up the notebook paper and tossed it into a waste-bin next to the door, "Okay, let Cartman know I'll be there as soon as I change."
"A-Alright, see you Eva..." Butters smiled, turning and walking down the porch steps.
"Bye Butters!" Eva called, quietly shutting the door behind her.
She trotted up the stair and into her bedroom, kneeling down next to her bed. There, she grabbed a cardboard box, opened it, and threw out the box's contents. Quickly, she brushed through her hair, and she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She changed out of her sweat and into an black cut-off that she made from a band tee-shirt that had begun to fade, and sure, you could see her purple sports bra through the side of the shirt, but it was no big deal. It wasn't as if nobody knew she had boobs, anyway. She slipped on a pair of equally black leggings and gray canvas shoes. A scarf of the same color was wrapped around her neck, and she took her black eye-liner pencil and drew two thick, black lines under her eyes. She slipped two plastic katanas behind her back, and flung the window in her room open. She then proceeded to jump out from the second story and land on the trampoline below. She quietly slid off the trampoline, double checking that she hadn't forgotten anything, and strolled out of her back yard and down the sidewalk. About five houses down from Eva's residence stood a green house of a similar structure as her's, with brown roofing and doors, she shook her head, grabbing her fencing to the backyard and throwing herself over it.
"Ms. Cartman really needs to do some yard work," Eva sighed. The poor yard had been through it's fair share of thrashing, including this medieval RPG set-up. To her left, Clyde (the other diabetic boy she knew) was grumbling to himself in the 'stables' (which were really just Cartman's sandbox with his cat trapped inside), and to her right Tommy was building more make-shift weapons for the others to buy from him. Eva found it strange that the majority of the Sophmore's male population were so interested in a fantasy role-playing game, but Eva herself loved fantasy role-playing games, and if she could beat up boys with a cheap, dollar-store plastic katana she filled with gravel, the by God, she would seize that oppurtunity.
She looked up at the fairly impressive castle cardboard cut-out, held together by a faded green camping tent. She ducked inside, taking note of the empty boxes of gas-station sweets and piles of chicken bones littering the ground, and more importantly, the wooden podium that held…
