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some things don't change.
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  • Reads 1,264
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Jun 20, 2014
They left me, in the end of fourth grade, I was forgotten like a broken child's toy, played with until broke. Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny drove me into a horrible state of depression, they left me in a time of need, when I had nobody, when I would stay up crying, when I inflicted pain on myself. With my parents dead and I lived out on the street, until Craig found me and took me in. I've changed a lot since those days, I hang out with Craigs group, my body is more pronounced, curvy, my hair is longer, I have more freckles, I've become mentaly and physically stronger. But some things dont change, like my clothing style, my voice, my grades, and that all this time I've been madley in love with Kenny McCormick.  


                     My name is Elizabeth Rae, I am 14. I live in the small mountain town of south park. My best friends are Craig, Tweek, Token, Clyde, and Jimmy. I am really short, only 5'3 I have really long brown hair and blue eyes, oh and lotsss of freckles. My main outfit is skinny jeans, white converse, a orange hoodie, and an orange and white beanie. I never take my sweater off (well I do around Craig's group), because I have scars. I also live with Craig. c:
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Hey, you! Yeah, you. Listen up, dude, because I don't have much time. Actually, I have a ton of time, I just don't feel like repeating myself. South Park is infested with zombies. Yeah, you heard me right. Shuffling around, undead, want to eat you zombies. I'm stuck as some kind of leader of a tiny crew of kids. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but everyone else seems to think I do, so I guess we're going with that. In a few days the whole town went from being kinda nuts to completely chaotic. Why do people think I'm a good leader? Why'd all the adults leave? Where's literally half of my grade, they can't all be dead, can they? Why are we not allowed to leave South Park? Do they want us die? How long can we keep on living like this? Most importantly, why couldn't I have just gone with Tweek to the stupid bathroom? Now he's M.I.A. and it's my fault. Anyway, I hope maybe you can find some pleasure in reading this. I mean, I would probably get bored, but whatever floats your boat, dude. Gotta run. Clyde's throwing another fit because someone ate his Hot Pocket (Spoiler Alert, it was me). See ya later, stranger. -Craig **NOTE: the story is not written as journal entries by Craig, I just thought it would be a fun little bit to put as the hook. Apologies if it is misleading.** **ALSO NOTE: the mature content warning is for language, and language only. Well, and I suppose gore and violence, but that depends on what you define as gore and violence**
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Hey, you! Yeah, you. Listen up, dude, because I don't have much time. Actually, I have a ton of time, I just don't feel like repeating myself. South Park is infested with zombies. Yeah, you heard me right. Shuffling around, undead, want to eat you zombies. I'm stuck as some kind of leader of a tiny crew of kids. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but everyone else seems to think I do, so I guess we're going with that. In a few days the whole town went from being kinda nuts to completely chaotic. Why do people think I'm a good leader? Why'd all the adults leave? Where's literally half of my grade, they can't all be dead, can they? Why are we not allowed to leave South Park? Do they want us die? How long can we keep on living like this? Most importantly, why couldn't I have just gone with Tweek to the stupid bathroom? Now he's M.I.A. and it's my fault. Anyway, I hope maybe you can find some pleasure in reading this. I mean, I would probably get bored, but whatever floats your boat, dude. Gotta run. Clyde's throwing another fit because someone ate his Hot Pocket (Spoiler Alert, it was me). See ya later, stranger. -Craig **NOTE: the story is not written as journal entries by Craig, I just thought it would be a fun little bit to put as the hook. Apologies if it is misleading.** **ALSO NOTE: the mature content warning is for language, and language only. Well, and I suppose gore and violence, but that depends on what you define as gore and violence**