My alarm clock started blaring.

I groaned. Why did summer have to be over? We couldn't have one more day?

I rolled onto my side and slammed my hand on the snooze, only to have it go off again in five minutes.

I sighed and opened my eyes. 5:30am. It was time to get up so I could shower before Clyde.

I sat up and walked into the bathroom we shared. I locked the door behind me then turned on the water. I showered as quickly as I could, then climbed out. I dried my hair and then walked into my room to put get dressed. After putting on my clothes, I walked into Clyde's room to wake him up.

"Clyde... get up. I wanna get Starbucks," I shook him.

"What is it with girls and coffee?" He asked, his eyes still closed.

"Clyde, you know you love coffee just as much as I do. Get up," I began to tickle him.

"Okay, fine!" He shot up and pushed my hands away, "I'm gonna go shower. But we're picking Kenny and Karen up too, so we have to leave soon if we're getting Starbucks."

I rolled my eyes, "Clyde, why are you just now telling me this?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. Can you leave now?"

I got up and walked into my room to do my makeup.

After Clyde took way too long in the shower, he finally went back into his room and got dressed. He then came back to my room, "Caitlyn, hurry up. We gotta go."

I stood up and grabbed my backpack, then walked down the stairs to see my dad sipping coffee at the table. He was reading the newspaper.

"Hey, Dad!"

"Hey, Caytie! Ready for your first day of high school?" He stood up and wrapped me into a hug.

"I guess so," I hugged him tightly, "Whenever Clyde finally decides he's ready."

"I am!" Clyde yelled, running down the stairs.

"Look at you two! You're so grown. Your mother would be so proud of you both..." he hugged us both, "Let me get my annual picture of you two!"

Clyde groaned, "Do we HAVE to?"

"Yes," I put my arms around Clyde and smiled for the photo.

"Okay. We're leaving, Dad," Clyde grabbed his car keys off of the counter, "hurry up, Caytie."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm literally right here," I followed him out the door, waving to my dad.

We approached his car and he quickly turned on the ignition, "I texted Kenny and he gave us his order. Order it on your phone and go inside to get it when we get there."

I pulled up the app, "Okay, are you getting what you normally get?" I asked him, "and what are their orders?"

"Should I? Or is a Caramel Frappechino too white?" He asked, "and I don't remember. I put you in a group chat with them."

I laughed, "It might be too white for your popularity, yeah. But who really cares?"

"Yeah. You're right." He pulled out of the driveway.

I looked on my phone to see Karen, Clyde, and an unknown number all in a group chat. I created a new contact for Kenny, and then reviewed the messages.

A black coffee for Kenny, a vanilla bean frappechino for Karen, and two caramel frappechinos for Clyde and I. I put it all into the app, and paid for it.

I knew that the McCormick family have always been down on their luck. Clyde and I had agreed to pick them up for free and occasionally buy coffee for them at no cost. We both work at our dad's shoe shop called Shoe Bonanza. We don't ever tell anyone, but my father makes really good money. Our shoe store is the only one in South Park, and it's pretty big.

Kenny currently works at Tweak's Coffee (which is incredible, by the way. Best coffee ever) but Clyde said he wants to come work with us. My dad understands Kenny's situation, and offered his starting pay to be 15 an hour. He hates dealing with taxes, so he always just hands us cash. Clyde told me that Kenny supports both his sister, his mom, and himself... I'm not sure where his brother Kevin went off to. Their father was arrested a few years back.

Clyde pulled up to Starbucks and I got out of the car. I picked up the already made coffees at the pickup station, then returned to the car. I climbed into the back seat so Kenny could sit in the front with Clyde.

"Got everything?" Clyde asked as he backed out of the parking spot.

"I'm pretty sure I do," I looked at the cup holder in my lap. I had even picked up a coffee stopper so the black coffee wouldn't spill. I put a straw in Clyde's cup and handed it to him.

By the time we had reached Kenny's house, he had almost finished it.. and it was a Venti.

Clyde parked in front of their house and pulled out his phone, "Just texted them," he said.

I waited for them to come outside, and when they did, I saw Karen's excitement. She waved excitedly to me and sprinted to the car, getting in next to me.

"Caitlyn! I can't believe it's our first day! Can you?" She asked quickly as I handed her the coffee.

Kenny got into the passenger seat and turned around, "I wouldn't give her the coffee if I were you. She's energized enough as it is," he said and I laughed as I handed him his coffee.

I noticed that he was wearing a different orange jacket than his normal one. A few weeks ago I spent the night over at their house, and Karen and I were talking about Kenny's jacket. Kenny really rocked orange, we admitted that, but I told Karen that he looks wayyy hotter without the hood covering his face. She teased me for a little while, and I'm pretty sure Kenny heard. Karen texted me the next day and said that he had bought a new jacket, so she thought he was trying to impress me. I've told her so many times that it was just a coincidence, but she's convinced that he overheard our conversation.

"I'll use caution. And I can't wait, Karen!" I replied to both of them.

"I can't believe we have TWO classes together. Two! We're so lucky," Karen sipped her coffee.

"I know, right?" I smiled, "I have Latin first period, though. That might take a while to get through," I joked.

Kenny turned around again, "No way. What teacher?" He asked.

"Stkrdknmibalz," I rolled my eyes.

"No way. Me too!" He smiled.

"What? Why?" Clyde asked angrily and pushed down on the breaks (harder than he should have) for a stop sign.

"Well, if I can get into college, I want to go down a medical field," Kenny shrugged, "I figured I may as well take Latin to learn some of the root words."

"That's sweet. You should walk her to class Kenny!" Karen shrieked happily.

"But I wanna take her to class..." Clyde whined.

"Shut up Clyde," I rolled my eyes, "So, could Karen and I join you guys at lunch?"

"Sure," Kenny answered, "I'll make sure we save room."

"No. I'll make sure there's room. And you're sitting next to me," Clyde interjected.

We had finally arrived at South Park High School. Clyde parked in the parking lot in front of the school. We all climbed out of the car and I looked up at the entrance. I can't believe I'm finally here!

"Come on, Caytie," Karen called to me. I had gotten distracted staring at the school.

I caught up with them and Clyde randomly reached out and grabbed my hand.

"What're you doing?" I asked Clyde, trying to take my hand away.

"Holding your hand so maybe people will think you're my girlfriend. I don't want boys to get any ideas."

"Clyde, you're quarterback of the football team. Most people know who you are, and most of them know about me by default. Not to mention, we look really similar," I pulled my hand out of his, "So unless you want to give us both a reputation of alleged incest, stop."

We walked inside of the school, "Woah. This is nothing like middle school," Karen commented.

"Lets go to class guys," Clyde said and disappeared into the crowd of people.

I looked over at Kenny and he smiled, then reached out for my hand to get through the crowd without losing each other. I gladly took it and followed him into the busy hall. I had no idea where we were going.

"Keeny! You're holding hands with a girl?!" I heard an all too familiar voice from somewhere nearby.

Kenny and I both turned around to see Eric Cartman standing closer to the lockers.

Eric Cartman, to my knowledge, has always been a fat, racist, self centered, intolerant, manipulating sociopath. As long as I can remember, Clyde and his friends would always complain about him. He would never be invited to any of Clyde's sleepover parties, but he would always show up anyway. All he ever did was clean out the pantry when he came over.

"Wait, oh my God. That's Clyde's sister!" Eric said too loudly, "I'm gonna tell him, Keeny! He's gonna be soooo pissed off when he finds out you're fucking his sister!" He pulled out his phone. Kenny let go of my hand then slammed his phone down to the ground.

"Shut up, Cartman. I'm trying to get to class. We're in the same one and I don't want her to get lost. Fuck off for once, Fat Ass," Kenny held my hand again, "and I hope your phone is shattered." And we headed on to class.