Too Rich~
There were some things Kenny knew. Well, he knew a lot of things actually. He wasn't half as dumb as the others thought. But, there were some things Kenny knew better than anyone else.
One of those things was people.
Kenny sat like he always sat. Head down against the desk, hood snug against his head. Except, this wasn't Mr. Garrison's 4th grade class. This was Mr. Garrison's 11thgrade class. But, you know what they say, "Some things never change."
Kenny knew people and he could tell you that was most definitely true. There were 26 kids in Mr. Garrison's class. There always were and there probably always would be. People didn't tend to come and go when South Park was concerned. You lived in South Park for life. There wasn't really any getting out, but most of the inhabitants probably wouldn't fare too well in normal society as is. 26 students and Kenny could tell you toe-curling things about every single one of them.
Hoods don't really obstruct your hearing. Too bad only about two people knew that.
Annie, Bebe, Bradley, Butters, Clyde, Craig, Cartman, Kyle, Red, Stan, Timmy, Token, Wendy, Esther, Francis, Heidi, Jimmy, Jason, Kevin Stoley, Lola, Millie, Sally, Tweek, Pip, Damien, and Kenny. Mr. Garrison's class. That class. The class that once killed their own teacher. The class that tried to time travel. The class that has had the same teacher for most of their lives and probably wouldn't know what to do without him. The class with much too strange dating habits. The class where everyone was pretty much friends. Somehow.
Oh, the things Kenny McCormick could tell you about them.
"OK, class," Garrison drawled, turning away from the ridiculous and confusing diagram he had drawn on the board, "who can tell me something about poverty?"
Cartman's hand shot up, waving obnoxiously through the air and earning rolled eyes from most of the girls. "Yes, Eric?"
"Kenny has a lot of it?" The class snickered. As if Kenny could not hear them. As if Kenny was not there.
"Eric, shut your goddamn mouth," their teacher scolded. He continued with whatever the point of the lesson was. Kenny tightened his hood around his head. A dollar eventually appeared on his desk. Then a pop tart.
Kenny didn't have much. His classmates could tell you that. But, then he could tell you all about his classmates. There was some odd sort of wealth in that fact.
A/N: Short short short. Much too short. I haven't uploaded in aaaaaages. I miss it :( I like the beginning of this. I wrote it a while ago and wanted to post it. Thanks for reading, friends!