Hello!

This is my first fan fiction I have written since I was in highschool. That was many years ago. I am hoping that you will enjoy the story that I am going to bring to you and I hope that you can forgive me for any spelling or grammer mistakes I make a long the way. It has been a long time since I wrote anything.

This story will centre around Kenny McCormick at the age of 21 and the adventures that he will encounter along the way.

I hope you enjoy it.

Zukuto x

Lying on his bed staring up at the water stained ceiling above him, Kenny McCormick wondered if his life would ever change. His breathing was slow and relaxed, one of his large hands rested upon his chest which rose and fell gently. A cigarette was balanced neatly between his fingers of his right hand which lay limply over the side of his bed, swinging softly causing little cancerous flakes of ash to cascade gently down onto his carpet. Kenny sighed and closed his eyes as he lifted the cigarette to his lips. He took a comforting draw from it and felt his lungs embrace the warm smoke.

Man that felt good.

Kenny was tired but his brain had other ideas. It wasn't bothered that Kenny had finished a twelve hour shift at Walmart, it wasn't bothered that Kenny had to be up again in a few hours to start another twelve hour shift in that hell hole he called his job. No, his brain had decided that tonight, at precisely 01:37am, was the perfect night to evaluate his self worth. During the day Kenny had watched many people pass through the doors of Walmart; couples, old people, fat asses (a certain Eric Cartman to be exact), but most annoyingly he had watched many families pass through those doors. It wasn't that Kenny didn't like families, more to the point, he was jealous of the happy smiles on their faces. He took another deep draw on his cigarette and thought about his own family; two worthless drunks that were, in Kenny's opinion, poor excuses for parents. Kenny allowed the cloud of smoke to escape the small gap in his lips, watching the smoke billow up towards the water stain on the ceiling. He often wondered if his mother would have been better off if she'd never met Stuart McCormick. God knows what she could have done with her life. Gone to college? Met a respectable man? Had a happy life? He took a deep breath thinking about what his mother could have had. What might never have been, he would not be here. His brother and sister wouldn't have been here. Kevin was no loss to the world but Karen...
Karen was destined for great things, he knew in his gut she was. Kenny swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood to walk across his tip of a bedroom. There was not much to his small apartment but it was his. The bedroom was compact and the floor was littered with clothes but it was cosy in his opinion. His studio apartment wasn't much but it was cheap. In the main room was the open plan kitchen and living room which was a lot tidier than what the bedroom was as Kenny made a point of entertaining his 'guests' in there rather than his bedroom. Kenny pushed his bedroom door open and strode into the living room, flicking the last of his cigarette into a trash can as he headed towards the bathroom. As he made his way across the room he was distracted by a photograph sitting on his shabby excuse for a coffee table. Collapsing onto the sofa he picked up the cute little pink photo frame and grinned at the photograph. It was a photo of his younger sister Karen. She was standing in the middle of a grassy field and was wearing a red summer dress, her long brunette hair blowing in the wind, strands dancing around her body. Kenny felt his heart melt as he looked at Karen's picture. She was such a good kid. The photograph was taken on one of the few family holidays they'd ever gone on; Kenny had been seventeen and Karen twelve. Their parents had taken them on a camping trip when their older brother Kevin was sent to prison for the first time. Kenny hadn't been particularly fussed about the whole incident but Karen was pretty upset so the four of them had gone on a rare trip to Colorado Springs to go camp. Kenny gazed lovingly at the picture. Karen and he had gone for a walk whilst their parents drowned their 'sorrows' in some cans of Paps Blue Ribbon. He remembered how Karen had squealed with delight when she saw the field of long grass, how she'd ran straight to it and flung her arms high in the hair like the world itself was about to embrace her in the most loving way. Kenny couldn't help but take her picture at the time. She was the only good thing to come from the McCormick family. Kenny would do anything for his little sister.

Kenny didn't know how long he stared at Karen's photograph for, wondering to himself if she was home right now, if she was safe. Four years had passed since that photograph had been taken and he had moved out of the family home and into his little flat. At first Karen visited almost every day but as she got older she visited him less and less. Kenny put it down to her being a typical sixteen year old girl and reminded himself that it wouldn't be 'cool' for her to be hanging around with her big brother. He hoped it wasn't a boyfriend. He didn't like the idea of having to fend off some hormonal teenage boy from his cute little sister. Kenny ran a hand through his dusty blonde locks, moving his long fringe from his baby blue eyes. Smiling one last time at Karen's picture he placed it back down onto the coffee table and heaved himself up from the moth eaten couch. It had been a dark chocolate colour at one time, now it was faded and miserable looking. The carpet of his living was no better looking Kenny mused to himself. It was a sour milk colour rather than the white it had been originally. Why had he chosen white carpet? It had seemed a good idea at the time. He thought back to his friends helping him move in and choose the furnishings. A white carpet had been Craig Tuckers idea. Kenny made a mental note to have a go at Craig next time he saw him. Pushing the bathroom door open he stepped onto the cold tiles and made his way over to the sink, unceremoniously turning the cold tap on full and cupping the ice cold water in his hands before splashing it over his face. The water was sharp and bit at his skin. He breathed in deeply before splashing another round of water on his face. He felt better already, as if the water had taken his bitter feelings for his family down the drain with it. Kenny looked at his reflection in the cracked mirror which hung above his sink. Seven years bad luck... Kenny had been have twenty one years of bad luck already so it was nothing he couldn't deal with. Tweek Tweak had tried to convince Kenny to get rid of the mirror when it had cracked but Kenny felt it had added charm to the little bathroom. He didn't really feel that way but it was fun messing with the lighter blonde haired kid. He smiled and chuckled to himself thinking back to Tweek's twitching and concerned face.

"D-Dude you have to get rid of that mirror! Broken mirrors a-are seven years b-b-bad luck!" Tweek ran his twitching fingers through his messy blonde hair, his golden eyes wide with fear at the impending doom of one of his best friends.

"How did it even c-crack anyways?"

"Dunno Tweekers, not gonna lie to you. I woke up this morning, came into the bathroom and low and behold there was this almighty crack in my bathroom mirror! Took me by surprised it did" Kenny said cheerily to the nervous blonde sitting on the very edge of his sofa, eyes wide with fear at the idea that a mirror could just break of its own accord. Of course the mirror hadn't broken on its own; Kenny had been rearranging the bathroom when he knocked the mirror to the floor. He wasn't about to tell Tweek this though. It was a lot more fun messing with the paranoid boy. Tweek grabbed at a chunk of his hair as he freaked out further.

"Oh man! Someone is out t-to get you, GAH, that's s-so much pressure Kenny! I couldn't sleep at night if I was you!"

Thinking back to the time he spent with his friends always reassured Kenny of one thing, he wasn't so alone in the world. Sure he had an awful family, with the exception of Karen of course, but he had the most amazing friends. What more could he ask for really?

"I could ask for some more shut eye..." he mused to himself.

Kenny left the bathroom and glanced down at the small clock sitting on his kitchen counter; it read 03:58am in big neon red numbers. Great just over three hours before I need to get up for work.

Kenny hauled himself back through to his bedroom, better at least try and sleep he thought.

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Aburpt end? Sorry about that!

I hope you found it interesting so far, I plan for this to have many chapters!