After all, I lived there all my life before my Dads military job made us move to California when I was 10. I mean I didn't entirely hate everything about it, Moving to South Park wasn't the worst place ever.
Everything about this was dreadfully painful, moving wasn't the ideal fun High School life I wished for. Sighing loudly I rested my head on the hand that led against the car door. Yelping as I erased the ever-lasting piece of work of art on the window, making my sleeve damp in the process, finger marks were smuggled among the glass only able to be seen through the shine of the sun. “(Y/N)!” my mother yelled my name from behind the wheel as my eyes met with her piercing Brown ones. Staring at the masterpiece created in front of me grinning ear to ear. Hearing Maylin tapping on the car dashboard while the beat of the music filled the ecstatic car mood, and the smell of the car filter filled my nose in delight. I breathed heavily against the frosted window, slowly drawing two circles and a line through it, my hand cringing with the sudden touch of the cold window, leaving a wet feeling from the interaction.
