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Okay, here's the thing. I'm going to censor any words that would be censored on public TV. Or at least most of them. Since the show is TV14 on some channels, I can keep this T-rated. Well, enjoy.
He sat in Mr. Garrison's fourth grade class silently. Some eyes were on him, some were not. He zipped up his green jacket which read "California", pulled his teal ski hat over his brown hair and looked down. There had been about two other new students that month but he couldn't help but feel he stood out.
"Hey, that new kid looks totally gay," whispered Eric Cartman to Stan, who rolled his eyes in reply.
"He moved in two days ago a couple of houses from me," Kyle stated quietly. At that moment, the bell rang and all of the children ran outside happily to go home. All except one, of course: the new kid.
"He looks so lonely," Stan said, looking at the freckled child who walked behind them nearly thirty feet from where he, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman were.
"Maybe he just needs a friend," Kyle shrugged with a small smile. "It wouldn't hurt to say hello, right?"
"No, the last thing we need is that weird kid hangin' out with us," Cartman protested.
"Mrmph, mrrph hrm hmm!" Kenny added.
"Watch, I bet he's nice," Kyle said. He walked over to the lonesome student. "Hi, I'm Kyle. Do you want to play basketball with us later?"
"I..." the child looked nervous. He played with his bandaged hands and looked up.
"What's your name?"
"I'm...Taylor," he mumbled. Kyle noticed a band-aid on his left cheek and a small bruise near one eye. "I've never played basketball before."
"Really? What did you do at your old school then?"
"I was homeschooled until this year. I'm not usually allowed to play."
"Not allowed to play?" Kyle asked, his mouth agape.
"Hey, Jew!" Cartman interrupted, walking over. "We gotta go to your house to work on that project. Hurry up."
"Does he always call you that?" Taylor questioned.
"Pretty much," he replied. Since when does Cartman care about his grades? he thought.
Taylor began to walk alongside Kyle.
"I think you're pretty cool, …"
"Kyle," he said. "I'm Kyle."
They each got onto the bus as it arrived at the stop to go home.
"Um, guys," Taylor said, sitting on the bus near Stan and Kyle. "Is it...okay if I work on the project with you? I-I mean, I don't have a partner so..."
"No, go away! We don't even know you, ass****," Cartman snapped.
"Oh...I...alright. I can just go home then. I work better alone anyway," he replied.
"Ah, ignore him," Stan said. "You can come over. Your parents don't mind, right?"
"No, not at all."
"Mrph!" Kenny said.
The bus soon halted and they walked mutely to Kyle's house.
"Hi, Mom!" Kyle greeted, walking into his living room, everyone following. He pointed to Taylor. "This is the new kid from my school and he's going to work on our project with us."
"Well, hello there, Taylor," she smiled. "I'm Kyle's mother, Sheila. It's very nice to meet you."
"H-hi," Taylor replied meekly. "It's nice to meet you too."
"C'mon, guys," said Kyle, leading the four to his room. Everyone found a place to sit, whether it be on the bed or on the floor and took out their work.
"So, did you move here from California?" Stan asked, referring to Taylor's jacket. Taylor shook his head.
"I'm from Seattle," he replied quietly, twiddling his thumbs.
"Cartman, are you even doing research over there?" Kyle snapped. Cartman sat across the room with a small laptop that he had gotten for Christmas. "If you're playing minesweeper over there, fatass-"
"Don't call me fat, Jew!"
"Guys, stop!" Stan protested. "You two do this all the time. It's irritating!"
"Mrrmph mrm hrmph!" Kenny added.
"Okay, fine," Kyle sighed, taking a blue colored pencil and continuing to color his portion of the project.
"So, Taylor, what part of the project are you going to work on?" Stan asked. He looked over and Taylor was sound asleep on his carpet and mumbling softly. "Wow, no wonder why he looked so tired in class today."
"It's probably because his family yells at each other all night. I can't even f***ing sleep at night because of it!" Kyle complained.
"Really?" Stan asked. "That sucks, dude!"
"Yeah, I know. I bet his family's really hard on him," he replied.
"His family's probably Jewish," Cartman snickered.
"Cartman!"
"Guys!" Stan groaned. "The project is due Friday and we've barely started. Let's just get to work, alright. Cartman, how's the research going?"
"Dude, you guys aren't going to believe this! Some f*ggot murdered his family and they think he's in South Park now!" Cartman responded.
"No way, dude!" Kyle gasped.
Stan went over to Cartman's computer and had a look.
"Yeah, it says he killed his wife and daughter. It also says he has a dark beard and brown hair," Stan added. "I don't know anyone that looks like that."
"Holy sh*t, dude!" Kyle shouted. "That's sick!"
"What, that he has a dark beard and brown hair?" Cartman asked, almost jokingly.
"Mrmph mrrmph hrm hrmm!"
"Kenny's right, guys," Stan said. "It could be anyone in South Park."
"Why don't we try to find out who it is," Kyle suggested. "We could try to find as much information as possible and narrow it down."
"Kyle, that's gay," Cartman uttered.
Kyle sighed and folded his arms.
"Kyle, honey," Sheila said, opening the door to his room. "Taylor's father called. I've invited him to dinner, alright?"
"Okay, Mom," he replied quietly, looking over at Taylor, who was still sound asleep.
She softly closed his bedroom door.
"I bet it's Kinny's dad," Cartman said. "Poor people do desperate things, you know."
"HRRMMR MRRMMPH!" Kenny exclaimed angrily.
"You're right, it was probably a hippie."
"Cartman, you're not taking this seriously! Our town isn't exactly huge. It's only a matter of time before one of us gets killed," Stan cried. "Don't you care?"
"Well, yeah, I don't want some crazy hippie raping my mom or something!"
"It's probably not a hippie," Kyle said flatly.
Taylor opened his eyes and sat up.
"Oh, you're awake," Stan said.
"Awake? Oh, sorry. I pass out sometimes when I get really nervous...It's more of a recent thing actually," he replied.
"Nervous? Why would you be nervous? I mean, I know you're new and all but geez," Kyle commented.
"People...make me nervous sometimes. That's all."
"Oh, I see," Stan said. "Hey, did you hear about that crazy guy that killed his family?"
Taylor's eyes widened.
"N-no...I haven't heard about it..."
"Well there was a news article that says he might be in South Park."
"Really?" he asked, looking down.
"What's with all the bandages on your hands, anyway?" Cartman asked. "Hurt your hands from j*cking off so much?"
"No, I'm just accident prone, that's it. I get a lot of cuts...and burns and bruises...but nothing serious."
"Mrhmmphm humph hrm mrrph," Kenny muffled in agreement.
"Well, guys, I'm going home," Cartman sighed. "My mom's picking up KFC tonight. Bye, Kinny, bye Stan, bye new kid, bye Jew."
Stan picked up a pencil and began to help work on the project. Taylor did the same.
"Hey, Taylor, my mom says you're staying for dinner, by the way," Kyle said.
"W-what? My dad...actually agreed to come over to someone's house for dinner? That's odd..."
"Why's that odd? My family just wants to meet yours, that's all."
"No, my dad doesn't like socializing too much."
"Then what does he do?" Stan questioned.
"Well, he got a part-time job here as a gas station manager but he's usually at the bar with my brother or something."
"So no one takes care of you? You're just like, home alone all the time?" Kyle wondered.
"Yeah...until about 10PM," he sighed. "But it's not so bad. I have my guinea pig, Checkers and my goldfish, Raphael."
"So what do you do for fun?" Stan asked.
"I...wash dishes?"
"That's not fun, dude," Kyle said. "Like, when you're bored, what do you do?"
"Well, I don't get bored very often. I usually spend the day cooking and cleaning."
"Your dad makes you cook and clean all day?"
"Yeah, but it's not so bad at all," Taylor said. "Sometimes I play piano on the weekends while my dad's at work."
"Mmph rmmph hm hmm hrrmph," Kenny commented.
"I guess that is kind of boring, huh?" Taylor said, chuckling a bit.
"Hey, Kyle, my mom wants me home by four," Stan said, standing up. Kenny muffled in agreement and did the same. "Bye. See you tomorrow."
"Bye, guys!" Kyle said as he and Kenny left, taking their books with them.
Taylor looked at a nearby clock. It was 3:45. Why had his dad agreed to this? Taylor's father was a bitter man who didn't like meeting new people. So how come all of a sudden he accepted an invitation to dinner with a complete stranger?
Taylor continued to work on the project. He was almost finished with his part.
"Kyle, I like you," he said, taking a pair of scissors and cutting a piece of construction paper. "Not 'like' like, but I think you're really awesome."
"...Thanks," Kyle replied. "So how do you like South Park?"
"It's okay. I miss Seattle a lot though," he sighed, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes began to tear up at the thought of home.
"It must be really nice over there, huh? So, are your parents divorced?"
Taylor looked down.
"I...my mother..."
"What?" Kyle asked, cocking his head.
"She died in the war...in Afghanistan," he stated.
"I went to Afghanistan once," Kyle said. "That's too bad about your mom though."
"I know," he sighed. Sheila then opened Kyle's door.
"Taylor, your father's here early. Why don't you two come down and say hi."
Taylor reluctantly stood up. He and Kyle silently walked over to the living room, where Taylor's father and brother sat. His father was a tall man with stubble and black hair. He wore a black leather jacket and dark jeans. His brother was also quite tall, with dirty blonde hair and a red shirt.
"Hello, you must be Kyle," Taylor's father said. His voice was rather deep. "I'm Taylor's father, Larry Bennett. This is my other son, Drew."
"Hi, mister Bennett," Kyle said. Taylor stood behind Kyle, almost not realizing it.
"Taylor, may I have a word with you outside?" Larry asked, standing up. He led Taylor outside, leaving Drew on the couch. Drew pulled out some whiskey and began drinking. He looked at Kyle.
"Why do you even talk to my brother?" he scoffed.
"Well, he's new, so I thought I would let him work on the school project with me and my friends," Kyle replied.
"So is everyone an idiot in this town?"
"Hey!" Kyle huffed. "South Park has many smart people. It may be a redneck town but not everyone here is stupid."
"So what's your mom making for dinner? I'm starving."
"Hell if I know," he replied. Taylor and his father walked back into the house. Taylor made no eye contact with Kyle or Drew. His eyes were fixed on the floor.
"Alright, everyone, dinner's ready," Sheila smiled. She called Kyle's brother, Ike and his father, Gerald for dinner as well. Everyone took a seat at the table. Taylor sat next to Kyle and across from his brother and father. Larry sat next to Gerald and Sheila sat beside Ike.
"So how do you like South Park?" Gerald asked with a friendly smile.
"It's alright," Larry replied. "It's going to take some getting used to though."
"That's understandable," Sheila said. "So what do you do for a living?"
"I manage the gas station down the street."
"Oh, really?" she grinned.
"Mrs. Broflovski?" Taylor said feebly.
"Yes?"
"Is it okay if I spend the night here?"
Kyle's eyes widened. It then donned on him that Taylor was unnaturally clingy to him.
Sheila, Gerald, and Larry exchanged looks.
"As long as your father's alright with it," she said.
"Okay," Larry gave Taylor a glare. "It's alright with me. If you'll excuse me, Sheila, I need to have a word with my son."
He forcefully grabbed Taylor by the arm and led him to the living room near the front door.
"What is it?" Taylor mumbled.
"The hell are you thinking?" he growled. "Sleeping over? Are you stupid? I'll let it slide, but if you do so much as utter a word about-"
"I won't. I just..."
"What?"
"You never let me have friends and now that we live here, I thought maybe I could start over," he sighed.
"You know what? Fine. But I'm warning you...if you say anything, you will never again see the light of day. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir," Taylor said, looking down. He and Larry returned to the table.
"Sorry about that," Larry said with an obviously fake smile. "So, Gerald, right? What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a lawyer," he responded.
"Is that so?" Larry said. He took one final bite of mashed potatoes before standing up. Drew did the same. "Well, I guess we'll be going."
He gave Taylor one last glower.
"Now, don't you want to stay for a bit longer?" Sheila asked friendlily. He shook his head and left without another word.
"Sorry about my dad, Ma'am," Taylor sighed.
"Oh, your father is a nice gentlemen," she responded. Everyone finished their supper and put their plates away. Kyle and Taylor returned to his room. Kyle took a seat on his bed and Taylor on the floor.
"Is everything alright, dude?" Kyle questioned. "Ever since your dad came, you've been kind of..."
"I know. It's just that...he..."
"What?" Kyle asked.
"Kyle, I think you're really smart. You have good morals. I know I've only known you for about a day, but...can you keep a secret?"
"Sure, dude."
Taylor removed his ski cap and took a deep breath. He removed his brown wig revealing extremely curly auburn hair. Taylor wasn't a he at all.
"My name's Penny. You're the only one I can trust, Kyle. I need you to help me." she said, her voice slightly higher than it had been. "My mother didn't die in Afghanistan. She was murdered in Seattle."
Hey, guys. Sorry if my writing isn't what it used to be. My writing used to come from my happy place and...well, a lot's been going on for me. But if you like it, a review would be awesome. Even if you don't like it or if you hated it, I want criticism. Constructive, of course. This story seems to be a mix of my first story (which no longer exists) and "Innocent and Devious."