The final bell of the day at South Park High rang and the students ran out of the classrooms excitedly, happy that the weekend had arrived. One boy ran out of his History class and waited next to a stairwell next to the front doors of the school as he slipped his brown jacket and dark blue hat on over his white t-shirt and blue jeans, and black hair. His skin was pale in contrast to his clothes, but gave his thin, angled face definition.

"Stan!" Another boy with equally as pale skin and short curly red hair ran up to him. His light red jacket was open, showing black t-shirt advertising a Japanese TV show. His face was thin yet rounded like a child's.

"Hey Kyle." Stan smiled softly and grabbed the other boy's hand. "How was your day?"

Kyle shrugged. "Same as every day: boring."

Stan chuckled. "That sucks. We should spice things up."

Kyle chuckled too as a tanned, heavy-set boy with short brown hair wearing a zipped up red jacket and dark blue jeans walked up to them. "Last time we tried that, we got suspended for a week."

"I thought you enjoyed that week though," Stan said playfully with a wink.

"Yeah, once my mom stopped freaking out. Seriously, Stan, you're lucky your parents don't care that we're dating."

The brown-haired boy sighed and shook his head. "You guys, seriously, how many times have I told you to not talk about that in front of me?"

"You don't have to listen to it."

"Yeah, Cartman, if you paid as much attention in class as you did our conversations, you'd actually be passing," Stan joked, earning a laugh from Kyle.

"Hey! I am passing a class!"

"Lunch doesn't count, fat ass," Kyle laughed.

"Hey!"

As Kyle and Cartman halfway argued, Stan heard his cell phone ring and pulled it out of his pocket. He flipped it open and saw where his calendar was reminding him that that day marked the seven year anniversary of Kenny's death. His face became solemn as he quickly stopped Kyle and Cartman's argument.

"What?" Kyle looked over at his boyfriend's phone and saw what the day was. "Oh."

Cartman looked too and immediately forgot about his argument with Kyle. "We going to the graveyard then?"

Stan nodded. "Of course."

"Let's go then." Kyle nodded sharply and followed Stan out of the school.

The three boys walked in silence to the graveyard a mile and a half away. They walked down the path leading to Kenny's grave near the center of cemetery. When it was in sight, they saw a tall, blonde-haired girl wearing a dark red jacket and blue skinny jeans looking down at it. Her hair was long and pulled back into a high ponytail, and her hands were shoved into the pockets of her jacket. She couldn't have been much older than the boys.

The boys exchanged a confused look but still approached the girl. Once they were close enough, Stan asked, "Hey, can I help you with something?"

The girl looked back at them; recognition crossed her face for a split second before disappearing and allowing her face to become blank once again. "No, everything's fine." She looked back at the gravestone. "Did you three know him?"

"Yeah," Kyle said, "he was our friend when we were in Elementary School."

"I see. I've never seen you three here before; how often do you come?"

"Me and Kyle come as often as we can," Stan explained, "but Cartman only comes when he feels like it."

"That's because, unlike you, I don't have a know-it-all lover who can help me cheat on all of my homework, so I actually have to study," Cartman said with the slightest hint of complaint in his voice.

"I've offered to help you study," Kyle rebutted.

"I told you before: I don't want a tutor, I want someone to help me cheat, godammit!"

The girl laughed. "Well, you three seem to be a nice dysfunctional group."

Stan looked over at the girl again. "Should we know you?"

She shook her head. "Probably not, I moved to South Park only two days ago. I'll be going to the High School starting Monday though, so maybe we'll get to know each other better."

"So, how many times have you been to Kenny's grave?"

"Only a few, since I lived in Denver for most of my life. I came for Kenny's funeral, but I left as soon it was over."

"I don't remember you being there," Kyle said.

"I sat near the back with my mother and father. Kenny was my cousin, so I wasn't too involved with the funeral." She shrugged.

"I see."

"Who are you anyway?" Cartman asked, slightly skeptical about her sudden appearance.

"Kendra McCormick," she answered plainly.

Stan and Kyle exchanged a look and then turned their attention back to Kendra. Kyle then asked, "Are you living with Kenny's family?"

She nodded. "Yeah. They're happy to have me around."

"Huh."

A car horn sounded off and all four of them looked to see a dark green truck driven by Kenny's father. Kendra shrugged and pulled up the hood of her jacket, it was line with fake brown fur. "Well, I have to go." She tightened the strings of the hood, slightly muffling what she said next, "Maybe I'll see you guys Monday. Bye." She walked to the truck and hopped in.

As the truck drove off, Stan looked at Kyle and Cartman as he asked them, "Did she seem familiar to you guys?"

"A little," Kyle admitted.

"She's part of Kenny's family. They're all poor pieces of crap, so they probably are all the same," Cartman said with an uninterested tone.

Kyle smacked the back of Cartman's head. "You idiot, Cartman! Just because she's related to them doesn't mean that she's poor too."

"Shut up, you shifty Jew," Cartman argued back, giving Kyle cause to jump on him and start beating the crap out of him.

Stan sighed and looked at the gravestone as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. "Yeah, Kenny, we're here again."