Welcome to South Park

Trinity stared at the older guys. "Omigosh!! That is totally bad!! Look at the horrible things they are doing!! Drinking beer without using coasters!! The horror!!" she yelped.

Dyaln walked up to the men and said "Fuck off assholes!"

Trinity ran up to Dylan and grabbed his shoulder with a tiny, warm hand. "Now let's not be too hasty." she said, calmly.

Stan and Kyle decided to ignore it; it's not like the people were from Jersey or something. Kyle twitched slightly just thinking about people from Jersey.

Cartman got off his fat ass and flipped off th rednecks. He walked into the school, looking pissed off.

Kenny sighed. Was that his dad over there?

Letting go of Dylan's shoulder, Trinity decided to go into the building. She didn't want to be late her first day of school here. She skipped merrily inside.

Dylan walked off and into the building listening to Jades sister.

Trinity stood in the middle of the hallway, not knowing where anything was.

"Hey, do you need some help?" Kyle asked, walking up to Trinity. "You're in Mr. Garrison's class."

Kenny walked into the classroom, taking a seat. Clyde and Craig were alredy there, talking to each other. Wendy entered a few minutes later.

Trinity nodded slightly. Then walked into the classroom with the name "Mr. Garrison," on the door. She froze once she stepped inside, too nervous to do anything else. Why am I so yoga-balls nervous?, she thought. I'm never like this...

(I'm very rarely toga-balls nervous.)

"Hello, Trinity, take that empty seat over there," Mr. Garrison said, pointing to a seat. Kyle was already seated in his desk, and so was Stan.

(You can choose where it is.)

(Kk, choo choo train)

Trinity sat in a seat next to Kyle, since she hardly knew anyone else.

(I heard yoga-balls _______ off of Adventure Time XD)

(LOLZ! Have to see that episode XD
And I totally guessed she would sit beside Kyle.)

"Ok, class, settle down," Mr. Garrison said. "Today we'll talk about the civil war. Now who can tell me what the North and the South were called?" The class was silent.

Trinity raised her hand lightly.

(Lol I soooo love that show.....Finn gets cooler in every episode.)

"Yes?" Mr. Garrison asked.

Cartman moved slightly. He was really bored.

Trinity sat up. "The Southern people liked the call the Northern people the Yankees, while the Northern people called the Southerners Rebels." she stated, sounding like a smart-ass.

"Very, good. The Northerners were also called the Union, and the southerners were sometimes called Confederates," Mr. Garrison said, writing all that crap on the chalkboard.

"Hippie," Cartman muttered.

Trinity slumped back in her seat, clearly bored. She couldn't wait for recess or lunch, so she could get the hell outta here. She began to doodle on a sheet of paper. She doodled a very detailed drawing of Finn and Jake.

(I <3 Trinity)

Samuel was thinking of ways he could make Cartman die slowly. Hmm....I could run the fat son of a bitch through with a sword... He thought, smiling.

Mr. Garrison kept babbling on about people dieing in the thousands at the battle of whatever-it-was. Nobody was really listening.

(I know right?!?! I <3 her too.....next drawing....Molestia!! XD)

Trinity sighed and passed a note to Kyle that said, 'When is this class over?'

'It'll be over soon...lunch is in 15 minutes' Kyle wrote, and passed the note back to her.

Of course, Cartman, who always stared at Kyle during class, saw it. "Mr. Garrison! Mr. Garrison! Kyle's passing notes!" He yelled.

"God dammit!" Kyle muttered.

Trinity's head slowly and creepily turned to Cartman. She had a huge smile on her face, and her pupils were tiny. "Tisk, tisk, Eric Cartman...." she whispered. She had to admit, it was fun to be a weirdo.

"Kyle, would you like to read that to the class?" Mr. Garrison asked, taking the note from Kyle's hand. "No, I'd rather scarf down a whole bucket of meecrob," Kyle muttered. "Fine then."
Mr. Garrison read the note.
Stan ignored it.
Cartman laughed his ass off.
Kenny was trying to get high by sniffing some markers.

Trinity smiled, stood up, and spoke. "Mr. Garrison, with all do respect, that is an invasion of private property. I payed for that paper, as well as the pen I wrote the note with, so I believe it belongs to me and my social acquaintance, and not for you to read aloud in front of these people." she said, gesturing to Kyle when she said social acquaintance.

"Very well then," Mr. Garrison said. "Carry on." He handed the piece of a paper back to them.

Kyle smirked.

Trinity grinned and wrote on the paper, 'Coolio...Why did Cartman rat us out, anyway? And why doesn't he like hugs?' Then she passed it to Kyle.