Chapter Two

British Chick

The classroom was busy with the 4th grade pupils, who all chattered away. For once they were desperate for school to start so they could finally meet the girl Craig had gone on about all week. The bell rang and Mr. Garrison entered the room, wiping some sort of sticky substance from his hands. Everyone settled in their seats, and Craig entered the room. He sat at his desk, with his blank face as usual.

"Alright class, I'm sure you all know that today we have a new student here. I want all you little brats to be on your best behaviour and be nice." Mr. Garrison announced. The students all just looked at him, and did not really pay attention.

Mr. Garrison then opened up the door, and in walked Tillie Skye. She looked all stiff and nervous, with her legs hardly bending, her arms straight down by her side and her lips tightly clamped together. It caused a few confused and concerned faces.

"Oh no she's a robot!" Tweek randomly shouted out, shortly followed by a "Gah!" and a twitch.

Tillie blinked and looked around the class. She did not see who shouted that out, but it made her feel uneasy. Her body turned and faced everyone, and her limbs wiggled and became more relaxed. She was still nervous, but once she spotted Craig's face among the students, a shiver of relief pulsed around her body.

"Well go on; introduce yourself while I just glance through Gayboy magazine." The teacher stated before he crossed his legs and took out said magazine.

The British girl inhaled deeply, before she placed a sweet smile on her lips. This threw everyone off guard, as they didn't expect a friend of Craig's to looks so innocent and kind. "Hello, my name is Tillie Skye. I'm moving to South Park from Birmingham, which is a city in England. I really don't know anyone here aside from Craig, so go easy on me. Erm… If there is anything anyone wants to ask me, don't be shy and go straight ahead."

As soon as she offered up that invitation for interrogation, a hand shot up into the air. It belonged to Clyde Donovan, however, she didn't know that and so just simply pointed to the boy and encouraged him to speak. His hand dropped down and in his voice, that reminded her a little of Craig, he asked his question.

"Are you related to the dead British kid Pip Pirrup?"

Tillie just stood there and stared at Clyde for a moment. "Erm… No. I don't even know anyone by that name."

"Oh… Good." Clyde replied.

Tillie rolled her eyes and was about to ask if there were anymore questions, but she didn't even need to open her mouth before a hand that belonged to Eric Cartman shot up into the air and wriggled about. He didn't even wait for her to pick him, he just blurted out what he wanted to say. "If you're British, why do you have a French accent?"

"What?" Tillie's mouth dropped open. "This is a British accent you fat thick dildo!" She soon slapped her hand over her mouth, ashamed of letting that slip out in her introduction. Her eyes winced over to Mr. Garrison who was still absorbed in his gay magazine. Even if he was not occupied by that, he most likely would not have taken any notice, due to the fact the insult was aimed at Cartman.

A black haired male's hand was the next one to shoot into the air. Tillie's embarrassed blush faded, and she signalled for Kevin to speak. "Is a British vagina different to an American one? And what language do you speak in England?"

Frustrated and upset by the annoying reception she got on her first day at the school, she slammed her face into the palm of her hand and growled a little. "Is anyone in this class NOT a retard?"

"Timmy!"

Mr. Garrison looked up and over to Tillie. "I ask myself that everyday. Why don't you just sit down near Craig and we'll start the lesson? You'll be sitting in the last British person's seat." That fact sent a chill down Tillie's spine, and crazy theories popped into her head about what actually did happen to the Pip kid.

After she sat down, Mr. Garrison started the lesson. Tillie could feel eyes on her throughout the whole lesson and found it hard to concentrate. Mr. Garrison's teaching methods and subjects also caught her off guard. She had never learned about such things like television shows in such deep analytical detail. She was relieved when it was time for lunch. It gave her time to breathe and wrap her head around the strange new surroundings.

"Tillie?" She suspected the first person to talk to her would be Craig, but this voice was female. "Tillie Skye?" The girl repeated, and so Tillie turned her head with a signature smile to greet the female.

"Oh, hello. You remembered my name." She smirked a little. Wendy Testaburger was the female she was talking to. Wendy was very pretty and seemed kind enough.

"Oh but of course. Welcome to South Park Tillie. I know you're friends with Craig, but you don't want to hang around with those boys do you?" Wendy smiled. Tillie could sense some hidden motives behind Wendy's words, but she had no time to question them as Wendy wouldn't let her speak. "Come on then, let's go get something to eat. Bebe really wants to know what English guys are like!" Tillie was then tugged away by Wendy. The last thing she saw before exiting the room was Craig surrounded by boys, flipping each of them off, one by one.

"Craig, you didn't tell us the British chick was hot!" Clyde complained as his arms folded across his chest.

"What?" Craig just stared at his friend. "Tillie isn't hot." Craig stated, in his usual voice of course.

"Dude, are you blind?" Token interrupted. "Did you see the ass on that girl? For a white girl, that was some fiiiiine buttocks." Token used his hands to imitate the shape and size of the female's backside. However, Craig shrugged his shoulders. He really didn't see any hotness in the girl, and he wasn't the only one.

"Looks like a loose vagina to me." Cartman's opinion wasn't wanted, but he still gained attention by speaking his mind. "It will only be a matter of time before that girl plays you all like a game of monopoly."

"Hey!" Craig stepped forward; his eyebrows leaned towards his nose. "You leave Tillie alone. She's not some slut like your crack whore mother." Craig poked Cartman's chest, which caused a bit of the fat to ripple around Cartman's body.

"Gah! Maybe he's right Craig! Arh, y-you don't know w-what she's like any better than GAH We do." Tweek stated, reluctantly agreeing with Cartman and he walked over to the opposite side. "She's most likely some kind of witch! She's already cast her spell on Token and Clyde. It's only a matter of time before she consumes their souls and moves on to the next boy! Gaaaaaah Oh man!" Tweek freaked out and his head tilted to the side in a violent twitch as one eye blinked.

"What are you on about?" Craig was actually showing some emotion of anger. He was disgusted to hear crazy accusations spring up about his friend. "Tweek, nothing like that is even possible!"

"Oh golly." That voice belonged to Butters, who twiddled his fingers and looked at the floor. "I-I think I might have fallen under her spell too. I-I kind of found her cute, 'cause sh-she's mighty pretty and all."

"She's not a witch!" Craig announced, getting frustrated.

Kyle then stepped into the picture and stood beside Craig. To Craig's surprise, Kyle began defending him. "No, I think Craig is right you guys. Craig says he likes boring and simple things, he wouldn't class Tillie as his best friend if she was some kind of witch."

Cartman walked up to the Jew and put his face close to Kyle's. "Listen Kahl." He started; a glare that could make baby's cry was on his fat features. "Craig is always so monotone, so boring and so blank. This isn't who Craig is. Once he was a cheerful, full of life and an adventurous boy."

"Dude, Craig has never been like that." Stan's voice was ignored by Cartman who proceeded to tell the rest of his twisted story.

"Then Tillie began to use her powers on him! Just like Tweek said, the life from Craig was soon sucked out. Then the witch realized she could use Craig! She used him good, and kept him alive so she could come here and kill us all off one by one… Craig has been brainwashed and has became one of her minions!"

Although this speech was farfetched and one of the most ridiculous things the boys had ever heard, he got a fair bit of support. Butters flailed around and shouted something about wanting to be cured from the hex the heathen British girl laid upon him. Tweek backed up Cartman too as well as Kevin and Kenny.

Craig just gave each of them the finger before he walked calmly out of the classroom to go and get some lunch. He was followed by the people who didn't believe a single word that slurred out of Cartman's mouth. Craig knew that things would not be just simple with Cartman eager to stir things up and turn everything turmoil.