Kenny McCormick
Kenny sat on the icy ground, leaning against a wall, with his knees drawn up to his chest. He shivered from the cold and pulled the hood of his orange parka closer around him. He shoved his hand into his trouser pocket and fished out two cigarettes, his last two. He placed one between his lips and fumbled with his matches before lighting it. He inhaled deeply and sighed, grateful for these forty minutes in which he escaped the world, hiding at the back of the school.
He shifted slightly against the wall, and winced as pain shot down his left side from his latest bruise. "Another one to add to the collection, thanks Dad," he sighed. He worried whether skipping class for a cigarette once again was a good idea, but decided his mental health was more important than his grades. He was only averaging a 2.0 GPA, but that was hardly surprising with the amount of classes he skipped. He heard the end-of-school bell ring in the distance and the sound of a thousand students exiting the building reached his ears. His phone beeped in his jacket and he pulled it out suspiciously. He unlocked his ancient, blue, brick-like Samsung and peered at the screen. He didn't mind that his phone was so old, he could call and text on it and that was all that mattered. He read the text he had received from Craig, his 'leader'.
"Where r u? We r down d train stn!" Kenny groaned inwardly before getting up slowly and savouring the last of his cigarette. He crushed the dog end with his heel and began to jog back into town, his rucksack filled with cans, with a heavy heart and a desire to escape this vicious circle in which he'd become trapped.
AN: My first ever piece of writing, I don't know if I have a story for this or is it just a little drabble...
~ElderJulietVictoireMarsh