you had recently moved to south park after, ehmm.. 'complications' at your old school. You hate it here, to say the least. Its cold, small, always goddamn snowing, and you see the same people everyday. And you haven't even been here for a week.

it was your first day at South Park Highschool. After a bit of talking to the principal, you were assigned a tall boy with curly red hair holding a clipboard to guide you. He looked like he'd rather be doing ANYTHING else.

"Lets get this done with. My name's kyle." he muttered dismissively, already starting to walk.