South Park: Derogatory Adventures [HIATUS]

Rip on the Newbs

Four boys stand on the sidewalk near a sign, waiting for a bright yellow bus. Nothing much really happened except small conversation that quickly escalated into yelling and arguing. The arguing happened specifically between a boy with a green hat, and a boy with a red jacket.

"Quit ripping on my mom, fatass!"

"I'm not fat! I'm BIG BONED, you fucking jew!"

Two other boys didn't bother to interfere, already long used to the repetitive routine. Though, the boy in the poofball hat couldn't help but join in, only because it was an opportunity to rip on his chubby "friend."

The hooded boy eyed his friends blankly before facing forward again, staring at absolutely nothing. He would occasionally add a comment or two to spice things up a bit, but that was all.

He let out a huge sigh, quickly growing bored at the heated argument between his two friends and the other boy he hung out with for some goddamn reason.

He just wants to read porn mags.

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Every student was at their lockers gathering their things for their first class. They absolutely dreaded for classes to start, because that's when a certain teacher of theirs would complain about his problems while the children had to sit there suffering.

It was bad enough that they had a crappy teacher, but he could just pretend he gives a damn to make it easier for both parties.

Of course, this was no normal class. There was always some sort of commotion, big or small. Fortunately, their god-awful-excuse of a teacher would try to remedy the situation. Unfortunately, he doesn't try hard enough, which results in a few students getting sent to the principal's office. Which was an occurrence that happened far too often than it should.

The day continued as it usually did, continuing the repetitive routine that seemed baffling to anyone who lived outside of South Park. Which was the entire world.

And unfortunately, someone who lived out-of-state was going to move in-state, in that very town that was known as a complete shit stain to some Americans. The lucky few that made it out of Colorado without getting brain trauma, anyway.

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"You hate me, don't you?"

"I don-"

"You DO hate me. That's why we moved!"

"Mason-"

"I already hate this town."

"We just got here three hours ago, Mace."

"Exactly! And it already sucks here!"

A boy who looked to be in about third grade paced back and forth, while resisting the urge to destroy any obstacle that was unlucky enough to be in his way.

The young adult, not yet reached his twenties, rummaged through his groceries as a way to tune out his younger brother's ranting. The latter didn't care, he just seemed to want the entire world to know how pissed he was.

The green haired male loved his brother to death, but taking care of him was the equivalent of taking care of a spoiled brat. He wouldn't want the younger to change, because that's what he loved about him; he's not afraid to voice his opinion.

"Cory, take me back to juv--" Mason felt something hit his head. He turned and glared at Cory, then looked down to see a small packet. He picked it up right away and bit into it the second he saw the delicious treat.

Mason chewed happily, "Strawberry..."

"Get as much done as you can. If you have some time, go out and explore a bit. Maybe you might make a friend or two," Cory grunted, gently dropping a box that was labeled "Books."