As Everyone Knows - South Park is owned by legend ninja assassin's Matt Stone and Trey Parker. I don't wish I onwed the characters, I wish they were real and we could all move to South Park and all have a kick ass time!
My updates aren't going to come because you read and review my work, they are going to come because I will be writing more and then updating. This is my first fan fiction so feel free to criticise and tear me apart for it - I'll take it on board and update as often as possible. I'm not going to not update because you don't review and this story will get finished and will hopefully be fairly long. Ideas are kicking the shit out of my head at the moment and I need to put them somewhere!
Snow had started to fall again. Calm, cool, crisp flakes dancing in the wind without a care in the world. They collect on the window pane and stare in at the face that stares back out at them. He doesn't really pay much attention though. Through his tears he can only just make out the small figures walking out towards stark's pond – only just gets a glimpse of the blue and green hats as they disappear into the distance and become yet another faded memory.
Kenny pulled back from the window and wiped his face clean. This was pathetic… why was he still crying over a life he lost over 5 years ago? Why did it matter so much?
Walking into the poor excuse for a living room he noticed the tv static flickering in and out of a news report, his parents too drunk to care what was going on. God he hated them drunk. They were never too violent towards him and they'd never dream of touching Karen. Kevin gave as good as he got though and because of this he was now out of South Park probably dealing drugs and scoring whores daily. Kenny turned the tv off and wandered over to the fridge. What he was expecting to find was anyone's guess but he managed to grab a piece of bread that wasn't mouldy and slapped some sloppy butter like stuff on it. What an evening meal
Before going back to his room he slid Karen's bedroom door open and tip-toed across to her. Her bed sheets were half off the bed and her window slightly open. God its freezing at the best of times here but the way they have to live and the nights drawing in quicker definitely didn't help things. Kenny quickly pulled the window shut and braced it as best he could so as to stop it opening again. Looking down on his sleeping sister a content smile spread over his face. He corrected the bed sheets to cover her exposed legs and bent down to kiss her softly on the forehead, pausing as she snuggled into the palm of his hand and briefly smiled at the subconscious warmth.
"Sleep tight Karen, always sleep tight"
Back in his room Kenny round his excuse for a backpack and drew open the strings. After outgrowing his Parker Karen asked to use it for one of her art classes. She was tasked with making something that reminded her of a happy memory, and something that could be used every day to keep the reminder going. Using Kenny's old Parker she'd fashioned a very unique and well-made back pack. When she brought it home and her mom and dad couldn't give two shits about anything other than alcohol she sheepishly brought it to Kenny, telling him that she made him something to help with his ever-growing pile of schoolbooks. It was the first present Kenny had received in a long time and it meant so much to him that Karen would be the one to give it to him. Needless to say she got an A for that bag.
The first paper Kenny pulled out was Math. God how he hated math. It was just too easy! There was no challenge anymore. Kenny put it aside and reached for the next paper – history. Really? Well that won't get done with books that he doesn't have so goodbye to that one. Next – English. Well creative literature to be more precise. This was more like it. Besides being incredibly smart (unbeknownst to everyone else in the world it seemed) Kenny was also extremely creative. Maybe all those visits to the afterlife gave him the gift. I mean after fighting Satan's army with a PSP, or convincing Damien that he could come back to earth and not raise eternal damnation Kenny has had plenty of inspiration. He buried his head in the new assignment and wrote his first paragraph. Or at least he tried to. He read over the assignment again: "Write a story about a character that suffers a personal loss but uses it to achieve a great height of success"
With a sigh Kenny read back through his opening paragraph one more time, screwed it up and threw it as far away from him as possible. That'll have to wait for another day, as Kenny rested his head on the pillow. A single tear escaped his eye as he started to drift off and find himself in the middle of another nightmare. At least he could wake up from that one.
Karen walked past Kenny's open door from the kitchen with a glass of dirty water. She reached out to close it for him when she noticed a scrunched up piece of paper on the floor. Picking it up, she closed the door and headed back to her room. Just as she was about to dispose of the ball forever she had one quick glance at the corner that had unravelled and read the last sentence on the page before she too felt a teary feeling creeping up on her. Not wanting to pry she threw the paper away and buried it under other rubbish before climbing back into bed.
"That day was one of the worst days ever. That day I just felt like dying again and again. That… was the day Stan and Kyle walked out of my life forever…"