💫Craig Tucker 💫

My name is Craig Tucker. I love astronomy and my guinea pig, Stripe. I'm seven years old. My family and I are moving to a strange town in Colorado called South Park because my mom is expecting my baby sister. My dad got a job offer in this town, so we moved. So far, so good. The town is nice, the neighborhood too… until we got to the new house. This one is nice too… The real problem started when I was helping my dad unload some things from the moving truck, and out of nowhere, a boy with messy blond hair and a badly buttoned green shirt climbed onto the moving truck.

Tweek: Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Tweek.
The blond man said with a smile. "Argh, how annoying. "
Craig ignores him, focusing on carrying a box, and Tweek approaches to help him.

Thomas: Hey. Don't touch that.

Tweek: Oh, then I'll help you with this . The boy tries to carry the other box, but Thomas stops him and tries to give him a hint to leave, which the blond boy doesn't get. It's clear he's very oblivious and doesn't understand hints. My father then sends me to "help" my mother, and I understand that and get out of the moving truck, but that boy followed me and right at that moment grabbed my hand. My mother arrived and saw us, and what I did, like any man would... I hid behind my mother, and that's where my torment began. When I entered school, that boy was there, in my same classroom, and that's how it was. He wouldn't stop following me and hugging me whenever he could. Until seventh grade, when I started dating Michael and Tweek drifted away, I had peace until Douglas told Michael the truth and he dumped me. And the stench of Tweek Tweak kept haunting me. I hate his coffee smell, I hate how his hair shines in the sun, I hate when he hugs me. He's annoying, and don't even get me started on that tree. Tweek Tweak and that stupid Sikomoro. Every morning he'd climb it and wait for the bus. It's infuriating to hear him yell. He said the tree was a gift from God, until they cut it down.