It was the first day of school. Walking in, you were slightly worried continuously adjusting your shirt (You're wearing a sweater on top a collared shirt with an above-knee skirt). Sure, you lived in South Park for the past 8 years, but this year felt different. Being 10 years old, in a town full of extremely vulgar people and children who were exposed to things at an extremely young age, rumours become more... interesting.

Since you dress quite slutty, the girls at school tend to call you names for being the "South Park's Slut". You decided that this year, you would dress more... normal. You decided to ask your mother to take you shopping for clothes like knee-length skirts, sweaters, graphic tees and a multitude of jeans and cargo pants.

Entering the classroom, you avoided eye contact as you sat at your seat, in between Kenny and Stan.

"Hey... What's with the style change?" Kenny asked, his voice muffled by his orange parka. "Were what the girls were saying getting to you too much?" He asked, leaning closer to you. Just by the look on your face, he could tell you were not gonna speak up, or maybe even talk for the rest of the day from pure anxiety, but still gave it a try.