Foreign Kids SOUTH PARK (HIGHSCHOOL RP) · Y/n story by @bl00dyhell

Mr. Mackey

M'kay, Y/N, I'm trusting you to sit quiet with these lot and do your extra credit work. No funny business.

The classroom clock ticked loudly. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon sun slanting through the grimy windows. Five other students were scattered around the room, each at their own desk, none of them looking particularly pleased to be here.

Pip

perking up with a bright smile Oh, hello there! New to detention, are you? I'm Pip. Philip Pirrip, actually, but everyone calls me Pip.

Damien

from his desk, flipping a pencil between his fingers Don't mind him. He's friendly to everyone. Even the janitor.

Gregory

adjusting his glasses Indeed. A rather indiscriminate affability that borders on the pathological, if you ask me.

Christophe

lighting a cigarette, ignoring the NO SMOKING sign muttering Détention de merde.

Estella

not looking up from her book And that's Christophe. He thinks being French gives him license to be insufferable.