They're all 16-17 (16 being kyle I believe He's the youngest out of them.)
Kyle POV
A black bird flew around the dim room I was in, it did tricks in the air and flew through everything in its path. No one could see this but me, I have mental illness in which I see things that others can't see. They are real things, I am not mad. The bird lands on my leg and I grab my pocket knife. I cut its head off and take off all if it's feathers.
If it's not real, I repeat, If it is not real, how did it's black tar-like blood drip off the blade. "HOLY FUCK" I scream, the blood squirted out rapidly dirtying my clothes on the process. I groan and get to wash myself off, seeing my clothes were totally unusable.
I quickly get on different clothes and walk down stairs. "Kyle, Me your dad and Ike are going to be gone for two months, we have to do things elsewhere." I ignore my mother yelling my name and walk out of the door skipping breakfast again, I'm kind on a diet. I forget that I had different clothes while I walk to the bus stop, it's only when a gust of wind cools me that I notice again.
I was wearing all black, it was all I had in my closet. My shirt was pitch black with blood splashes on it and on the back had dripping blood which said: "My mind and soul are a black abyss." my pants were just black skinny jeans, I was also wearing a black beanie. Yes, I looked like one of the goths, especially with the dark circles around my eyes due to my lack of sleep.
The guys didn't notice any clothes until Stan came. "What the fuck are you wearing?" he chuckled. The others two turn and look at me surprised. "Yeah Jewfag what are you wearing?" Cartman laughs. Kenny just stares confused to all hell. I reply with a simple, "Clothes, I'm wearing clothes." smirking.
They all just turn away as the bus comes. We pile on and sit down in different seats, Whispers filled the bus. Many of these whispers said something about what I was wearing. God forbid someone wears something different! I pull out my phone and plug in my headphones, playing my music.
I guess I fall asleep on my bus because Stan was to shake me awake. My eyes were bloodshot and I walked into the school. I didn't have anything to do so I just went straight to class.
Class started and I began to feel tired. Nothing new, I haven't gotten sleep in days. I lay my head on my desk and fall asleep. "Kyle, Kyle, KYLE BROFLOVSKI WAKE UP." I lift my head slightly to Ms?Mr. Garrison standing over me. ln my sleepless state my mind didn't comprehend who he was at first.
My mind is blank but my mouth says: "Fuck you I am fucking sleeping you dumb whore fuck you." I then flip him off and put my head back on my desk. "Kyle Broflovski go to the principles office." S/He says. Groaning, I get up and tiredly walk out of the class and into the principles office.
It was the same old office. I guess my eyes were still bloodshot because the first question I was asked was: "Kyle have you been. .smoking?" I told her no and yawned. "Well Kyle, this is weird behavior for you. I'm going to suspend you for the week, have your mother sign this and bring it back next week." I don't tell her that my parents were gone, instead, I get up and start walking.
I get my bag from the classroom and flip Ms/r. Garrison off before walking out. Look, I don't know why I am acting like this. It's just how I'm going for now. I have the choice to either walk out the back of the school or the front. I choose the back, I open the door and I'm greeted with smoke, oh god it's the goth kids.
I start to walk pass them when they all exchange looks. "Who the fuck are you?" The eldest, I believe his name is Michael says. I turn back to meet the fours stears. "My names Kyle, why does it matter?" I ask bitterly. Look we already know I'm acting differently it's how I'm rolling. "Why do you look like us?" Frankie (The small one) says. "Yeah, that's our style," Michael says.
I just look at them and roll my eyes. "It's not "Your Style" it's a style that used to be cool but then everyone started dressing the way and you so called "non-conformist" have conformed into that style. You say you hate conformists but you are blinded in realizing that all of you dressing like that to fit in is conforming to your friend's culture." I say blankly, not even taking a breath. They all give looks to each other, obviously offended. "If you don't like it, why did you dress like us?" Said the girl (I don't remember her name). I look at them and laugh lightly. "My clothes got dirty, could wash it out in time," I said, leaning against the wall.
"What was on your clothes?" Frankie said. I ponder telling them or not, what harm could it do? "Blood," I say. Their faces look concerned, but they don't pry anymore. ". .Want a smoke?" Michael asks. "Sure," I say, what harm could it do?
The smoke crosses the afternoon sky, giving it a grey mask. I was fifth cig rate when I heard the bell ring, school was over. "Yo Michael can I have like four cigerates? I have to go." I say. Michael nods handing me four cigerates. I stuff them into my pocket and walk out to see my friends.
I spot them walking on the side walk, I run up to them. They were also walking with Clyde and Tweek which of course, Clyde had a cigerate in his mouth. "Hey guys." I say, walking behind them. They all turn around to see me. "Oh, Hey Kyle." Stan says. We all continue walking. It was a cool afternoon, the wind lightly blew and the animals played. "So Kyle, how mad do you think your parents are gonna be about you cussing out a teacher?" Kenny asks. I just laugh until I start coughing. "My parents wont be home until like two to three months, I have my house to myself."
We all continue walking towards the park. "Okay, who smells like smoke because it is really bothering me!" Stan exclaims, coughing slightly. We all just stand sending looks to eachother, it was obviously me but I need to think of an excuse other than "OH YEAH IT'S ME GUYS HAHA I SMOKED TONS OF WEED AND CIGERATES." The glances turn to Clyde, he was the only one here who smoked. "It's not me." he says, putting his cigerate out. "Thats the only one I've had today" he continues.
Everyone shrugs and continues walking. We finally make it to park and we sit down. Ever since we entered highschool the guys have actually done school work, they didn't do it to their full abilitys only scraping C's. They get their homework out and start to do it, I just lay back and try to sleep. "Hey Kyle, are you gonna do your homework ARH?" Tweek says. I shake my head and get up, "I'm actually thinking of heading home, I'm pretty tired." I say and start walking. "Wait Kyle, can I talk to you in private for a second?" Clyde asks, pulling me behind a tree
"So what did you want?" I ask. He looks around, making sure no one else is looking. "Kyle, why do you smell like cigerate smoke and weed?" He asks bluntly. God damnit fuck someone knew it was me time to lie. "When I left school some of the goth kids smoke got on me. It stinks." I lie through my teeth. "I can tell you're lying, you dont need to lie to me Kyle, I'm smoker." he says. I sigh, I guess I'll have to tell him. "Fine, I smoked with the goth kids." I dryly say rolling my eyes.
"Thats all I wanted to know, you can leave now." He walks back to the group and I start going home. Once I am far enough away, I get one of the cigerates out of my pocket, and light it. It seems like no one in the town recognised me, no one knew I was Kyle Broflvoski. It was nice without people knowing who I was. No one called me a Jewfag, no one said no speaches.
I open my houses door and walk upstairs, their was another black bird on my bed but, this one had pitch black eyes. It flies towards me and scratches my left eye, blood started to pour out as I cut the birds head off. Rushing towards the bathroom, I start washing my eye out, my vision in my left eye was a little blurry but I was fine.
Am I fine?
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