Kyle's Journal
Chapter 1- Awake.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own South Park! Matt Stone and Trey Parker do!
HELLOZ PPLZ! Kylee back! Welcome to Kyle's Journal, the sequel to Remember Me Kyle!
The last story ended pretty crappily, I didn't really like it either, but, it was left open for me to do a sequel! JOYZ!
I have a lot planned for this story. Here's a few main points: Kyle gets "better", Jouranl entries from the last story, and a return of a certain someone to South Park. You probaly know who that is.
Now as not to give away any more spoilers, here is the first chapter of Kyle's Journal, enjoy!
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*Beep, beep, beeeepppp*
*Slam*
KYLE:
I opened my eyes. It was morning. I streached out my arms and yawned. Man, it felt like I slept really good. I looked around me room and noticed something was... off. It looked kind of different. I sniffed the air. Mmmm... something smelled good. Mom was probaly making breakfast. I smelled like she was making her famous French toast and... did I detect chocolate chip muffins? I did. Now I'm all excited. I can't wait to eat. It feels like I haven't been eating a whole lot.
I went to get out of bed, but I fell down with a huge BANG.
IKE:
I was getting my bags together getting ready to go to that fucking conformist school. I was about to grab my cigarettes when a heard a loud noise. Maybe mom finally blew up the house? Nah, that couldn't be it.
That's when I realized, it came from Kyle's room.
I care about my older brother a lot. 12 years ago, he was in a bad situation, it left him in really bad shape. All he would do those 12 years was stare out a window sitting in his wheelchair and sleep. He barley ate or drank anything, he had to be forced. We had to ask that conformist traitor Stan to come take care of Kyle half the time, because Stan was the only person Kyle would respond to.
I ran into my brother's room and opened the door.
KYLE:
"Oh my god! Kyle, are you okay?" Screamed a weird voice. It reminded me of Ike for some reason.
"Yeah, I'm fine Ike... you are Ike, right?" I asked. This kid definatley looked Canadian, but he was a lot taller then Ike and was dressed in black. He had pale skin and lots of eyeliner on, not to mention he was holding a cigarette package! The kid looked at me werid.
"Yeah... I'm Ike. If you're Kyle then why are you talking?" wait, what?
"Okay... because people tend to talk. You can't be Ike, Ike's a lot smaller than you. He's only in the fourth grade!"
"No... I'm in college now."
"That's not possible. How can you be in college if I'm only in the eighth grade?" The kid just looked at me. It was kind of getting akward.
"MOOOOMMMM! KYLE'S GONE CRAZY! OH, HE'S ALSO TALKING AND MOVING AGAIN!"
"What?" Okay, this kid was definatley weird. A person that looked my mom walked into the room.
"Bubbalah, is it true?" She asked.
"Mom? Wow... you got old." She was silent, but that kid started laughing.
"IKE! I'll let that comment slide, since you've finally started to talk and move again." She said as she hugged and smiled at me. "Now Kyle, can you tell me what you rememeber?"
"Uh... okay. My name is Kyle Broflovski, I'm 13 years old and go to South Park elementary. My best friend is Stan and I'm friends with Kenny. Cartman is my somewhat friend. My favorite subjects are Math and science and that, " I said pointing at the werid kid. " Is NOT Ike."
"Is that all?"
"Yeah. Why did I have to do that?"
"Come down stairs and have something to eat. I'll call Stan and he can explain everything to you."
"Okay then..." I start to get up, but as soon as I'm on my feet, I fall down again. "Uh... I can't walk. My legs feel like noodles or something."
"It's okay bubbalah... we'll just put you in your wheelchair."
"Since when did I get a wheelchair?" I ask, but I'm already being lifted into it and being brought downstairs by mom and that weird kid.
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My mom wheels me to the table and places a bowl of cookies and creme oatmeal in front of me. I thank her, even though I wanted some of that french toast and choclate chip muffins, but I was really hungery, so I didn't care.
After I was done breakfast, Stan came over. He looked different too. Taller and older.
"Hey Kyle..." Says Stan. "It's me, Stan."
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I know, I know... it's a short chapter, but yayz! Kyle's got his memory back, but it seems that he doesn't remember Cartman's first attempt to kill him. Hmmmm...
Well, I'll be updating some more as soon as I can, so please be patient. R+R PLEASE!
