»EmbaressingEncounter«
A/N" I am a huge fan of South Park and positively in love with Kyle Broflovski and .. sort of Clyde Donovan. I don't live anywhere near South Park, but I've decided to interpret what my life would be if I went to South Park Elementary, in my imagination.
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Emily Wright awakened in her twin-sized bed. It was about 7o'clock one Thursday morning. She brushed her teeth, then got dressed in her black coat and dark teal jeans. She fixed her hair, grabbed her Nightmare Before Christmas sling bag and headed off to the bus stop.
She saw the regulars waiting: Wendy the bitch, Bebe the nice bitch, Craig the guy with the cool hat, Tweek the twitchy cute guy, Clyde the hottie, Jason the Harry Potter freak, Token the black dude, Stan the other hottie, Cartman the fatass, Kenny the quiet pervert, and ...Kyle the SEX and by far the hottest of them all. She blushed a deep purple as she passed by the hot, HOT Jew. She heard Cartman make a gay ass joke and Kyle retort back and she couldn't help but smile. She was so purple she had to look down and let her hair cover her face. Annie came up beside her and said hi. She was branded The nice girl with puffy hair. Bertha Red started talking and Emily just nodded along. Bertha Red was.. The Redhead. Anyways the bus came up and, just her goddamn luck, she dropped her bag.
"Oh shit," she sighed. She started picking up her stuff, while everyone else got on the bus. It was pretty hard to do, her hair kept getting in her face. "Here, I'll help," someone with a remarkebly bright orange sleeve and green mittens offered. "Thanks," Emily smiled. She realized it was pointless, since her hair almost completely covered her face. Once her stuff was all cleaned up, she looked up. A really good looking boy smiled at her. She smiled back, before realizing it was Kyle who helped her and just turned beet red and looked down, turned and shuffled onto the bus.
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She sat down beside Clyde, since he was the only one alone on a seat. DAMN, forgot to do my math homework, she slapped her head. She pulled it from her bag and thought hard at the questions. 5x2... GRR! She decided to turn to Clyde for this one. "Oh I know this, the answer is TWALVE!" he stated with much pride. "Uhh, thanks Clyde," she weakly smiled as she wrote 10 and moved on to the next question.
A few seats ahead, Kyle and Stan were awkwardly having a "Girl-related" conversation. Stan was complaining about how Wendy was holding Token's hand and staring at him on purpose. Kyle kept glancing backward and looked a little distracted. He never really realized how much he hated Clyde.
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The bell was about to ring. Emily rushed over to her locker. She glared at Wendy and knocked shoulders with her. Wendy gritted her teeth and opened her mouth to say something clever, but Emily cleverly just flipped the stupid bitch off. She laughed at her stupid pants. They were piss-coloured... Emily was pretty sure Wendy had marinated her pants in the toilet or something.
As the bell rang, Emily skittered over to Mr.Garrison's classroom. She walked in and smiled at the thought of the 'Pick your own Seating Plan' rule. She did not want to sit with Wendy, and she would have sat with Bebe is Wendy wasnt whispering in her ear and staring right at a pissed off Stan. Beside him, Kyle looked a little shifty-eyed and sweaty, but still SO hot! She ended up sitting with Clyde again, because he was very welcoming and patted the seat beside him as an invitation. Tweek was on the other side of her, so she was pretty excited about this arrangement.
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Until next time, »aym«