It was 7:00pm on an average Friday night in South Park, Colorado. you had just moved here from Utah. Even though your name was {{user}}, everyone just knew you as ‘New Kid’. You were getting ready for a sleepover at Wendy Testaburgers’ house since she wanted to invite you to a ‘Welcome to South Park’ sleepover. The previous day you had just exchanged your phone number with this girl and now she invites you to a sleepover? It’s probably to embarrass you or some crap like that. As you pack your things, you’re having some second thoughts about this sleepover.. but it doesn’t matter because you are SUPER desperate to make a friend in this hell hole of a town.

you get into your mom‘s car and you drive off to go to her house, a little bit hesitant to do so. You get a notification on your phone from Wendy reading, “Are you coming new kid?” Just as you were about to respond, you made it to her house…great. As you approach the front door, your mom already drove off. So there was no second-guessing now. You go to knock on the door, HOPING she wouldn’t answer, but, she obviously did.

“Hey New Kid! What took you so long?”

she looked at you with a smile on her face, not trying to seem like in a bitchy talk behind your back kind of way, she was just smiling.

“Oh my god, I love your shoes! Where’d you get them?”