Your POV

You hadn't ever heard of South Park before. It was an interesting town though. You started to think you would fit in more here as you stared at the ceiling. The shouts of your parents drifted through your door and you sighed. Your parents always fought and it annoyed the hell out of you. As much as you liked to observe people you hated watching your parents fight. They were married shouldn't they get along by now? You sincerely hoped they wouldn't divorce. You wouldn't be able to handle that. Not with all this moving and such. You frowned at the ceiling thinking back to the last few moves. You went from this "Gravity Falls" to LA and then you went to "South Park". It hadn't stopped and it probably never would. You could hear children playing outside and you sigh. Your parents were probably gonna force you outside again....

"Honey? Why don't you go outside and try to make some friends? You have been in your room for almost 3 days!" You heard your mother call out as if on cue. You really didn't want to go outside. Most people found it weird that you didn't speak and it annoyed you. You just liked watching people instead of talking to them. Is that so wrong?

You sighed once more and rolled out of bed. The day couldn't really get any worse and you'd escape your parents fighting anyway. You hadn't eaten anything except that hidden stash of candy in your room. It turns out your stomach didn't like that and as soon as you moved your stomach demanded food. It makes you dizzy and you stumbled a bit before balancing again. The stairs were treacherous like this but you risked falling on your face. Your mom is in the kitchen smiling her fake, cheesy smile and it made you frown.

"There is money on the table for you sweet pea!" She smiled before returning to the dishes while humming some cheesy song. You honestly wished she would cut the act and just be truthful for once. For the fifteen years, you had lived you doubted that either of your parents had ever told the truth. That made you depressed and you grabbed the cash, putting on your purple coat and your beanie before walking outside.

As you had guessed there were teenagers and kids all around you. The oldest ones looked about 19-ish and the youngest looked around four. You watched the younger kids play in the snow for a while. It was kinda cute. As you made your way across the road you watched the other kids 'playing'. Actually, only the little kids were doing anything interesting the older ones were just talking. Except for this group of older boys who were having a snowball fight. They seemed to be having fun. You kept watching the kids snowball fight until one of them noticed you staring.

"What are you looking at pip-squeak?" The boy had messy brown hair and a fat, very unattractive face. Though his body wasn't fat or even moderately large at all his head was huge and bulky making him look disproportionate. You stared for a moment longer before turning away and walking up the street. You didn't really want to talk to anybody and that boy seemed like he was ready to fight you. You kept walking until you heard distant shouts coming from up ahead. You followed the noise curious as to what was happening.

"You guys! Come on! We could actually get rich this time!" A high, squeaky voice whined. He was clearly trying to force others to do something.

"Seriously Cartman? Last time we tried that the god of fucking death appeared!" Another voice responded. This got you interested. God of Death? Now that was something you wanted to see. You rounded the corner to see a fat kid surrounded by a bunch of people. The ones that stood out to you were quirky in their own little ways. First, there was the fat kid who seemed to think he was very important, Second were the two holding hands-one had a blue and yellow hat and the other was twitchy and wearing a missed buttoned green shirt- Third was a boy wearing an orange parka that covered everything but his eyes. His eyes were pretty too and you thought that if he took off his parka he would probably look quite handsome. He got most of your attention and he stared back at you. After a moment of silence, you realized that they were all staring at you. You felt your face heat up and you took a step back...Immediately bumping into someone. When you looked up you saw the man who had tried to fight you. In a moment's panic, you grabbed the man's arm and judo flipped him. The huge thud he made when he hit the ground scared you so you booked it. You ran all the way down the street. Away from your home, Away from the kids and away from your stressed and stupid life.

You skidded to a halt in front of an alleyway. You sidestepped into it and sat down next to the trash can breathing hard. You had never run that fast in your life. In fact you never really run period. You stared at your hands. The man you just picked up was twice your weight! Why didn't you notice him? You were usually very observant and missed nothing of what's going on around you. You sat there having a mental breakdown for a while. Just trying to figure things out calmly and quietly. Until you were interrupted by the same fat boy except this time he was wearing.....a raccoon costume? What? You stared at him a moment and he stared back at you. You noticed some movement behind him and saw several shapes moving in the shadows. Shit, They were everywhere. You were probably gonna have to fight your way out of this. Standing up you kept your eyes on the raccoon boy but you were always aware of the movement behind him. You frowned sensing something behind you and you turned around. Looking up you saw a boy with a question mark on his head and shirt. You recognized him from the paper. He was the vigilante known as Mysterion. That scared you. Why was he here? Was he here for you? With these thoughts fueling your fear you turned back to the raccoon boy and charged. The boy jumped out of the way and you jumped. Bouncing off the walls you skidded to a halt on the roof. Gasping for breath you sat down. You had to stop doing stuff like that. Laying down and staring at the sky you closed your eyes and sighed. A soft crunch like someone landing nearby startled you. You sat up and scooted behind a large generator. Holding your breath you hope they didn't climb after you. You turn and look around the corner. Seeing no one you sigh and turn around where you come face to face with Mysterion.

Yelping you scrambled away and try and stand. Failing miserably. You just sat there staring at those bright blue eyes.....Had you seen them before? They seemed familiar. They stared at you curiously and you stared back at them. This was uncomfortable and dumb. You got up to leave but Mysterion grabbed your arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked in an unbelievably deep voice. Internally rolling your eyes you jerked away from him.

"I am going home." You said as you turned to leave. Only to see you were surrounded by more 'superheroes'.

I have been working on this for a while but I thought it would be cool to do. Sorry for the grammar/spelling! See you guys!                                                                                                                                     ~TDC