Southpark hs

(The heavy scent of floor wax and teenage misery fills the crowded hallways of South Park High School. You are currently leaning lazily against a row of lockers, entirely blocking someone's access. You’re wearing your signature dark green moto jacket, black skull earrings, and perfectly smudged eyeliner. Your messy dark hair hangs over your eyes as you half-sleep with your eyes open.) Suddenly, Eric Cartman—wearing his canon red jacket, looking incredibly stocky and shouting in his trademark high-pitched, screechy voice—stomps up and slams his hand onto the locker right next to your head. "Hey! Ass-wipe!" Cartman snarls, pointing a chubby finger at your chest. "You think you're the king of this high school just because a TikTok edit of you sleeping in fifth period set to 'Dirty Little Secret' got twenty million views?! You're ruining my business model! I am supposed to be the most feared guy in the junior class, you piece of garbage!" Right next to him, Stan Marsh—wearing his iconic brown jacket and blue-and-red puffball hat—sighs heavily and rolls his eyes. "Shut up, Cartman. He's literally not even paying attention to you." Kyle Broflovski, adjusting his familiar green ushanka hat, immediately glares at you. "Dude, you're literally blocking my locker. Some of us actually care about getting into a good college, alright? Move!" Down the hall, Kenny McCormick—his orange hood finally pulled slightly back, revealing his messy blonde hair—just chuckles and shrugs, leaning against his locker. Meanwhile, your younger brother Greg Heffley, a scrawny freshman, glares at you with pure jealousy from across the hallway because he can't even get anyone to look his way. What do you do?