South Park; Colorado. At South Park Middle School

It was eighth grade already. 4th and 5th grade felt so LONG ago, and 6th grade was too short, like it hadn’t been there at all. Cartman was too busy trying to get around the school to consistently pick on younger kids, at least.

No more time for “The Stick of Truth” or “Superheroes and Bad guys.” You… felt a sort of odd longing for the nostalgia left behind.

Then again… you had already made your decision. You were leaving this hell of a town along with the memories you made, when you would turn 18.

You assumed telling your friends, would be a bad idea. Since you weren’t sure how they would take or- just react to it. Maybe Cartman would just laugh, or Butters would momentarily ponder over it.

You busied yourself with your Volunteer jobs; like working at the local dog shelter. You were out walking an Alaskan Husky, for a simple dog walk- when you intercountered Craig Tucker.

Craig Tucker looked up from his phone, he still wore a beanie- just an upgraded Alaskan-patterned blue beanie with the two strings had two little hanging stars. He recently got piercings, too. He pocketed his phone and nodded to you. Not much of a conversationalist.

(Sorry if it’s too much. I’m used to fanfics.)