South Park slowly drifted away as the car pulled out, the Marsh family waving their good byes to old friends.
Stan peered out the left side of the window, his gaze blurred by the mountains of tears that swelled within his eyes. In the distance, his close childhood friends had the same, agonized look on their own faces, trying to get a last glimpse of Stan to remember him by.
"This isn't fair," Stan murmured through his tight throat, his voice barley heard. "Why do we have to leave?"
"We've already explained this to you," Randy said calmly. "I have a great job opportunity where we're going. I'll bring in a lot of money for this family."
"But... we were just fine here," he protested. "Money isn't everything, you know. I'll miss my friends..."
"You'll make new ones," his mother butted in with a half cheery voice. Stan knew this was just to mask over her sadness, but he continued to listen anyway. "Even though it is a small town, like South Park, there are many children there. Most of them are right around your age."
Stan turned away from her, staring out at the sign that read "South Park". The sign he knew so well, the one where he'd had so many memories connected to it. Really, why did his family have to move just for a job opportunity? How stupid. Sure, the economy is bad right now, but... his friends are gone, left behind. He was going where he'd know no one and would have to rebuild his young life over again. Goddammit! Stan scolded his parents in his thoughts. Don't they care about me? This isn't fair!
God fucking dammit, I don't want to move to Montana!
He let out a yell as his tiny fists punched onto the car door with a loud slam, as hard as he could. His knuckles shook with intense anger as he continued; he wanted to beat the shit out of the door. A senseless act, but right now, it was the only thing that made him feel better.
"Stan!" His mother turned around, facing her son. "Stop that!"
"No! It's not fair!"
"Mom, he's stupid," Shelly hissed, not moving. "He'll never listen to you."
Stan's attention switched over to her rude comment. "Shut up, Shelly!"
"You shut up, turd!" She screamed as she smacked his head. "You're such a pussy."
Sharon's voice rose. "Don't talk like that to your little brother, Shelly!"
"He's my brother, I can do whatever I want with him!"
"Like hell you can!" Stan snapped. "I hate you, you fucking bitch!"
"Stanley! I never want to hear those words come out of your mouth again! Stop fighting with your sister!"
"She started it!"
"I did not!
"Did so!"
Randy's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP! We're all going to Montana whether we all agree or not!" He stepped on the gas out of frustration, but still not loosing track of the road. "We're not even an hour into the trip yet. Everyone just keep their cool. It'll be better once we're there."
Stan leaned to his side, rubbing his bloody hands. It burned.
He let out a silent sigh and rested his head on the car door in exhaustion and sorrow. As his eyes began to close, the pit of his stomach burned with an unknown feeling of despair. Something was about to happen, something bad, and he knew it.
Then, he drifted off into the darkness of sleep...
