Trigger Warnings: insults, swearing

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Tweek

October 10th, 6:35am.

Hesitantly opening the car door to my right, I slowly peered out into the icy atmosphere of my new home. South Park. If you ask me, I wasn't totally thrilled to be moving into a town like this. I had heard stories from off the internet about this town being sketchy and filled with supernatural disaster from time to time and that is the exact opposite of what I call home sweet home. I mean, I don't want to be involved in supernatural disasters! Who does? Ack!

My name is Tweek Tweak. I know, my name is quite weird. What parents decide to give their child the same first and last name? Well, my parents, I guess. Anyway, you're probably wondering why my family had to move here of all places. Well, the three of us use to live over in Denver where we started a family business(we own a coffee shop). Due to the business expanding, we needed to move to a place where our new and improved business could stay. And since my family loves Colorado and didn't want to leave, we decided to move into this mountain town called South Park.

"Tweek, hon, why don't you get some of your stuff from the van and take it up into your new room?" Suggested my mom as she started to look through all our stuff from the moving van. "Ngh— o-okay, mom." I said shakily

After about three minutes, I managed to find three boxes of my things and was carrying them up to our new house. Looking up, I had noticed that the house was a unique maroon color, different from a lot of their houses I had seen. It's funny how the houses in this town seemed to be unusually color-filled. I hesitantly opened the front door to our house (while still managing to hold up my boxes somehow) and looked around. The house was completely empty (of course) and appearing to be two stories high, my room being on the second.

I began to walk up the stairs (praying not to fall and drop the boxes) and found the door to my room. Or, what was going to be my room. I took a deep breath and creaked open the door. The room was empty. I noticed it had a ceiling fan in the center of the room, a window straight ahead of me looking directly into the neighbor's house, and a closet to my left. I set down my boxes beside the door as I continued looking around. The room was bigger than I had first thought which calmed me a bit. I had been worrying that the room would be too small and I cannot deal with small spaces.

Hearing my father's voice creep up from behind me startled me, "Hey, Tweek, how do you like your new room?" He asked.

I whipped my head around to face him, "GAH! ...Um, it's fine, I guess. I-I mean - ngh - I like it." I responded, lightly tugging on my shirt.

He smiled, looking down at me, "Well, that's good. Good thing we chose the right house." He walked off to him and my mom's room and I was left alone to my thoughts again.

Sometimes I like to be alone, it calms me down. After all, being social is definitely not my cup of tea. But at the same time, I'm always alone and it starts to get sorta depressing after a while. To not have anyone there to hang out with? No one there to go to for comfort or help? It's sad to say that this was my life story. I hoped that this town would provide hope for me unlike everywhere else I had lived. I hoped to at least make a few friends. Just so I could have some company for once.

I sighed and walked up to the window I had mentioned before. It didn't have much of a view, it really just looked at the house next door. I noticed how the house next to ours was sort of a dark beige color and had another window exactly like mine which was almost identically across from mine. I couldn't look inside, though, for there was a blue curtain blocking my sight. Not that I would want to look inside, that is!

I sat down in front of my window and pulled out my phone. 6:45p.m. That leaves three hours until I have to go to bed- or at least try to. I didn't want that time to come, however, because I have school tomorrow at the South Park Middle School. One thing that I absolutely hate more than anything is being the new kid at school and here in a few hours I would have to relive the traumatic experience. What if everyone hates me like at my last school!? GAH! What if I completely embarrass myself or something in front of everyone and make a bad first impression!? Oh Jesus, I can't take this kind of pressure! AH!

I guess all I could do is hope that something DOESN'T go completely wrong the first day of school. It would be difficult, but maybe I could pull off not doing anything embarrassing. Ugh, but no promises in that, though. I am the most awkward person on the planet, you have no clue. But maybe I could manage not to be awkward for a day or two.

November 27th, 7:15am

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I exclaimed as I rushed to find my other shoe. I was about to be late for school and couldn't find it. Why did my alarm have to not go off!? Why!? And we're the fuck was my shoe? Had the gnomes started to steal shoes too!? GAH! 

"Tweek, hon, stop freaking out. You aren't going to be late, sweetie." My mom assured me as she placed my breakfast onto the dinner table. Through mouthfuls of food, I answered her, "No! I'm gonna be late and everyone is going to stare at me and- oh god- that will be so- GAH- awkward!" I exclaimed, "No ones gonna like me!"

My mom walked back into the kitchen, shaking her head at me, "Slow down, Tweek, you're gonna choke."

I sprung up, unsettled by her comment, "Choke!? Ack!"

I'd rather choke and die right now than be forced into the hellhole of school, though. As morbid as that sounds, it's true and I think most teens can relate to that anyway.

I entered the noisy school bus and frantically looked around for a seat to book. Spotting an empty seat towards the back, I headed there and sat down, hoping not to be a bother to anyone around me. No one likes the new kid, after all.

There weren't many kids on the bus that morning. There were probably around nine or ten other than me. I tried to avoid eye contact with the other students as much as possible, but that was pretty hard to do considering how two boys from the seat in front of me turned around to face me, "Hey, are you the new kid?" Asked the boy in a blue and red puff-ball hat with black hair peaking out from under it. I tugged at my shirt as I thought up how to respond in a non-awkward way.

"Gah! Um, y-yeah, I am." I said, my voice shaking. As I said, I was not the best at socializing. Especially with strangers. I get terrible anxiety from social situations. Then again, I get anxiety from anything.

The two boys exchanged a glance before looking back at me. The kid in the green Russian-looking hat with curly red hair spoke next, "What's your name?"

Ack! Oh god, why can't they just leave me alone? I hate socializing!

"Uh, I'm - ngh - Tweek." I gave a nervous smile to try and seem likable. Though I may hate talking to people more than anything, I still want to seem approachable, "I-I moved here from Denver."

Dammit! Why am I continuing the conversation like this? Gah! I'm gonna say something awkward, I know it!

Before one of the two boys in front of me could say something, another kid from the seat across from them chimed in, "Denver? No, no it looks to me like you came from some kind of crack house!" The kid was overweight and wore a hat similar to black-haired kid's except it was a light blue and yellow. He began to laugh at his own comment, "Just look at it twitch!"

I had grown use to these kinds of insults thrown my way, but that didn't mean they didn't hurt. I can't help my twitching and random outbursts. It's just how I am. Can't people try to understand that?

The red-haired kid seemed to be annoyed by this more so than his friend, "Goddamn it, Cartman!" He screamed, "Can't you ever be nice to the new kid!?"

I figured this kind of thing happened often, "I'll start being nice when you're straight, stupid jew!" 'Cartman' said with a grin, "It's not gonna happen!" It was then when I noticed another student sitting behind him with messy blond hair wearing an orange parka. He laughed at this, "Ahaha! Buuurn!"

"Don't listen to him, Kyle." The black haired kid reassured 'Kyle'. Kyle looked as if he was going to explode from rage.

"FUCK YOU, FATASS! I'M NOT GAY!" He screamed.

"Tell that to Stan."

I awkwardly sat there as the four friends laughed and threw insults at each other. I couldn't help but chuckle at their strange friendship. For a minute they all seemed close, then the next they all hated each other. It was a weird cycle.

Pretty soon, the four boys forgot about me and went back to what they were doing. It wasn't like I minded, though.

Yeah, right. That was a lie.

I entered my first period class, hoping that the teacher wouldn't notice me and make me announce myself to the whole class. I'm the worst at public speaking! It is WAY too much pressure! How can people just get up in front of a crowd and start talking like everything is normal? Ack! I can't do that, man!

After my anxious thoughts passed, I walked to the back of the classroom and chose an empty desk. I loved sitting in the back. You don't get called on as much and as I just said, I hate talking to large groups of people so being able to get out of answering a question in front of the class was a bonus from me.

I glanced around the classroom, observing what my classmates were doing. Some guys were flirting with the girls, others just sat and chatted with friends. Some were even picking fights with other students! But that's when I noticed a kid with two friends behind him flip off the teacher. His friends laughed but I was left in shock. How could you just flip off a teacher like that? Gah! Wouldn't you get in so much trouble!? Jesus Christ! I could never do that!

The bell suddenly rang, causing me to jump and interrupt my thoughts. That's when the teacher stood up from being his desk and began to speak, "Okay, children, take your seats, " He said, "I have an important announcement to make."

What!? An announcement? Shit! It better not be me. Please don't be about me!

The class became quieter, making me anxious, "We have a new student with us today," He stated, his eyes averting to me. Though this was exactly what I had presumed, it still caused my heart to jump, "Stand up, Tweek, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?"

As the students stared at me, awaiting my response, I slowly and nervously stood up from my seat and hesitantly spoke, "Gah! Um, my name is Tweek, nngh, I, uh, just moved here from Denver." A few heads turned as I twitched and spazzed.

"Alright, that's very interesting, Tweek." Said the teacher, "Now why don't you tell us some more? Maybe about your interests? What do you like?"

What I like? Ahh! I don't know, man, this is way too much pressure! "Agh, um, I-I like coffee...a lot." I heard a whisper from the back of the room say 'a bit too much if you ask me', causing some to giggle across the room, "Gah!Uhhh...and I also like- nngh - listening to music, I guess." Never did I realize how boring I was until I thought about what I do with my time.

"Ah, very nice. Any particular bands you may listen to?"

Crap! Not this question! Do I seriously have to announce my music tastes to the entire classroom?! Ahh!

"W-Well yeah, I, um, like Panic! At The Disco and- GAH -Fall Out Boy a lot..." AH! Now people are gonna think I'm an emo! I'm not an emo! The kids are gonna think that I'm weird!

Again, the giggling started up again. I even heard a few people whisper and mouth things like "fag" and "loser". I stood there uncomfortably trembling in my place and shuffling my feet as I desperately awaited for this to be over.

"Alright, Tweek, you can have a seat." Relieved, I sat down, "I hope everyone can welcome Tweek to our class."

I seriously doubt it.

Throughout the day, I continued being tormented by other students. Some would bump into me in the hallway, others would just glare at me. I've even got some people come up to my face and confidently give me insults. But even after all this, I still believe that lunch was the worst part. No one would let me sit at their table, which caused me to resort to eating in front of my locker. I was quite lonely, but I would rather be sitting out there all alone than to be in the lunch room with all those assholes.

Oh man, I shouldn't have called them assholes! What if one was a mind-reader!? GAH! I'd surely get it! Then EVERYONE would hate me!

Anyway...I just prayed that tomorrow would be better.

I opened the front door to my house as my mother from the living room asked how my day was. While avoiding eye contact, I told her my day was fine, though in reality, it really wasn't.

I got up to my room and placed my backpack on the floor next to me. My room by now had had my bed in place as well as my dresser. Everything else had yet to be placed.

While sighing deeply, I face planted into my bed and buried my face into the pillow. "How come no matter where I go, people hate me?" I would never know the answer to this question. Maybe it was the way I talked or dressed. Maybe it was how I twitch and scream, making people uneasy to be around me. Whatever it was, I just wanted it gone, because whatever it was, it just drove people away from me, no matter how hard I tried to act normal.

I lifted my head up from my pillow, deciding I needed some air. I sat up onto my bed and opened up the window beside me. I rested my head on my arms as I took in the cool air from outside. I sighed once again, feeling a tear slide down my cheek.

But that was when I heard something which caused me to anxiously spring up. I looked to the house across from mine as their window opened, revealing a tall figure. The person was male, appearing to be a teen such as myself. Probably the thing I noticed first about him was the blue chullo hat he wore, matching to his blue jacket. He appeared to have black hair and dark blue eyes which I swear I could feel staring deep into the depths of my soul. I couldn't shake off the intimidated feeling I felt when he looked at me. Had I seen this kid before? Oh, that's right! He was that kid who flipped off the teacher!

I quickly wiped my tears away...and there was silence. We looked at each other, wondering as to why we had been caught in this situation. He had a look of 'what the fuck is this kid doing?' written all over his face. I had been wondering the same. What was I doing? Why wasn't I saying anything?

"Um, hi?" He asked, staring at me, clearly confused as to why I appeared to be looking outside my window, directly at him.

My eyes widened, realizing his clear assumption about me, "GAH! Oh! I, um, w-wasn't trying to-to spy or anything! Nngh- I just...I was just looking out my window! I swear! AH!"

Now I could hardly read his expression. His eyes looked dull as if he didn't give a fuck, and flipped me off. HE JUST FLIPPED ME OFF! GAH! HE HATES ME!

"Aren't you that weird new kid or something? Not that I care, though." He said, raising a brow.

I twitched, upset that he had recognized me, "Y-Yeah, I'm new. You probably- GAH- think I'm weird like everyone else. Nngh..."

He paused, "I really don't care." He said keeping the same monotone expression, "Now, can you kindly fuck off? I'm kind of busy here."

I had a mini heart attack, not wanting any trouble from a kid like him, "AHH! Okay! B-Bye!" I quickly shut the window and locked it securely. Man, I need to stop freaking out like that!

After a few seconds, I peeked through my curtains and looked back at that kid. Turns out, he was still there, saw me, and flipped me off once more. Feeling threatened, I shut the curtains and tried not to think about the kid in the blue chullo hat for the rest of the day.

Aw heck this was trash.

Well...here you go. The first chapter of Through A Window. I don't know how long this book will continue for, but I really hope it will last long! I just won't have it drag on like my other books.

Well, I guess there isn't much to say about this. All the important information and crap was mentioned in the A/N which probably half of you skipped but idc.

Soooo how are you all? It's been a while. I doubt a lot of you know me though since most of my readers are all really young and South Park isn't exactly what I'd consider a show for kids. Anyway! My day was great! How about yours?

Well y'all don't care so I'm just gonna end it here. Bye!