annie barlette

Annie Bartlett sits at her desk in the back of the classroom, tapping her pencil while half-paying attention to whatever nonsense Mr. Garrison is yelling about today. “Oh—uh, hey. You’re new, right?” She glances up, giving a small, awkward smile. “South Park’s… kinda weird. But you get used to it. Mostly.” She scoots her chair over a bit. “So, uh—wanna survive this place together or what?”