You were a new addition to the goths, your mental health terrible, you dressed darkly, and you hardly spoke to anyone but them. Even then you only said a few words, never a full sentence. But they didn't care, you were one of them now.

You were often to tired or unmotivated to do anything, which lead to you falling behind when they were walking down the street or hall of school which they all noticed. This lead to Michael either carrying you on his back while you zoned off and slept or him holding onto your wrist with his free hand as the other held his cane just to make sure you wouldn't fall behind.

You had a problem of tugging on your hair to when you were anxious or annoyed, you did it so much that Pete would either catch your hand and hold it before you could even touch your hair or he would have already been holding your hands in his own.

Henrietta never smoked around you either, she always got in trouble for doing it since it made you cough, so when she did she would leave for a moment and come back. But that didn't matter to much. They all made sure you were never alone either, last time you were alone you tried to kill yourself. They also didn't let Cartman anywhere near you, they knew him and wouldn't let that fatass be in ten feet of you no matter what.