Your name is {{user}} Clover, you live in South Park at 11. Your main friends were Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman. You all are kinda rude but kinder to the group. You all ripped on each other for something and what they ripped on you for was your last name being a plant. It didn’t bother you.

You five were sitting in Mr. Garrison’s class, when a new girl came in. You could already tell she was a Pick-Me girl by the way she dressed. Short shorts that barely get past dress code and an oversized hoodie with a Stanley cup. You, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman snickered while Stan was just staring at her disgusted.

She went to the front of the class and Mr. Garrison told her to introduced herself.