Hey there everybody! So, I decided to try writing a South Park story, and I hope it turns out good. :) A little funny, a little freaky, and a whole lot of I'm not sure is about to unfold. So let's get right to it!
Disclaimers, oh boy. I do not own South Park or anything related, and I never will. My own original character is the only thing I own. That will be all.
"Stan, hey Stan!" A dark-haired boy groaned from under his covers, trying to will away the voice that so rudely interrupted his sleep. "Dammit, Stan, wake up!" A discarded backpack was flung across the room, hitting the sleepy boy square in the side of the head. Annoyed, he pulled his blankets off of himself and rubbed his aching temple, glaring at the boy in the doorway.
"What the hell, Kyle!"
The red-haired boy in the doorway, Kyle, leaned against the frame and tapped his watch. "Dude, get up. We're gonna be late."
Stan groaned. "Late for what?"
"School, dummy; now get up already. If you hurry, we can still catch the bus."
"Ugh, fine!" The raven-haired boy dragged himself out of bed, gathered some clothes, and rushed to the bathroom. He reemerged ten minutes later, showered, dressed, and otherwise all prepared for the day ahead. He slipped on his socks, grabbed his backpack, and slugged his best friend in the arm as the two headed downstairs. Slipping on his shoes, he called out, "Bye Mom, bye Dad! I'll see you after school!" And with that, the two boys hurried outside to chase the bus.
"You know Stan," Kyle said, smirking, "maybe if you didn't spend all night making out with Wendy, you wouldn't need me to come wake you up this morning."
"Shut up dude, we're not even together anymore!"
Kyle snickered. "Whatever you say, Stan. Hey look, there's the bus!" He sprinted like mad to catch the school bus before it left them behind. He turned his head and shouted, "Hurry your ass up Stan!"
Stan picked up the pace to keep up with Kyle. As soon as they were a block away, the bus closed its doors and drove off to pick up other kids at other bus stops. The two growled in frustration as they realized their attempt to stop the bus was a pitiful failure.
"DAMMIT!" Stan shouted.
"Hey no worries," Kyle said, trying to cheer his friend up. "Why don't we just try to run the rest of the way there? I mean, if the bus has more kids to pick up, then surely we still have more time, right?"
Stan nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
They grinned at each other and jogged down the road to their school, extremely thankful that they'd decided not to wear their coats and hats. They were getting hot under the September sun, but nevertheless, they did not slow down. It wasn't until they were just another two blocks from the school that they started slowing the pace a bit, but not by much.
Kyle looked ahead, noticing someone coming out of Harbucks. Confused, he turned to Stan. "Hey, who's that?"
They all but stopped when another kid came out of the coffee shop, a tall steaming cup of coffee in his fingerless-gloved hands. He blew on it carefully and raised the Styrofoam cup to his lips, black nail polish shining in the sunlight. His clothes even seemed to glow; bright neon green accents on his black shirt lit up under the light, and his neon green and yellow shoes hurt the other boys' eyes. He looked up to see Stan and Kyle staring, and glared from behind his glasses.
"What?"
"Did a toxic baby throw up on you this morning, kid?" Stan asked, shielding his eyes from the boy's clothes.
The boy rolled his eyes and turned on his heel, putting his neon green headphones over his ears.
"Guys! Hey you guys!"
Stan and Kyle turned to see a large chubby boy running their way, eyes wide. "What?"
"New kid!" He pointed down the hall at the same boy Stan and Kyle had run into outside of Harbucks that morning. The two made a face. When they didn't say anything, the fat kid grumbled. "Well?"
"Well what, Cartman?"
"Yeah, he's just some little punk," Kyle sighed.
A blonde boy joined the other three, orange hoodie wrapped around his waist. "Who's a little punk?" he asked.
"Hey Kenny," Stan greeted. He pointed at the boy in green down the hall, frowning. "That's the little punk. Kid was a jerk to us this morning for like no reason."
Kenny eyed the new kid and blinked. "Did a radioactive baby puke on him or something?"
Kyle shrugged. "Who knows, who cares. He shouldn't act surprised when people stare at him, especially if he's wearing clothes like that."
The bell rang, making everyone in the hallway scatter like roaches to their first hour classes. The four boys strode to their first tenth grade class, eager to get the day over with.
The school day was nearly finished, much to the boys' relief. There was only one last class of the day before they could go home: gym class. They all grinned and walked through the gym doors, and saw a bunch of familiar faces. There was Craig and his group settled up on top of the bleachers; a group of popular girls huddled in a corner giggling about who-knows-what; Butters, Pip, Damien, and a few other kids standing by the bleachers opposite Craig's group. Mostly, everyone they'd already seen throughout the day in other classes. Stan sighed when Wendy sent him a flirty smile from across the gym, and remembered how she liked to torture him like this when they aren't together. Kyle took notice and sent a mean look Wendy's way.
"Don't let her get to you, Stan," he said comfortingly. "She's only doing this because she's a bitch."
"Yeah, I know," Stan mumbled.
"Are you guys going in or what?"
The group turned around to come face-to-face with the boy in green. Stan and Kyle cringed at the sight of the bright green on his clothes, Kenny's eyes widened in surprise, and Cartman glared.
"Ay! Just who the hell do you think you are, you little snot!"
He glared back at Cartman and crossed his arms over his chest. "Parker," he said simply. "I don't know who you are, and frankly I could care less."
"Okay, so tell us why you're here then? Shouldn't you be going to class?"
"This is my class, dumbass," Parker spat. "Now move, before I break your fingers."
Kyle leaned over to Stan. "Actually, I wouldn't mind seeing that," he whispered, snickering when Stan started laughing.
The fat kid fumed. "Screw you guys, I'm going to the bathroom." He waddled away, face red and grumbling to himself.
The other three boys were left laughing in the doorway, watching Cartman leave. As much as they hated to admit it, Parker was kinda cool, in his own mean way. At least he was giving Cartman the worst of the crap he'd dealt out all day. Kenny was the first to calm his laughter, and he looked Parker in the eyes, smiling.
"You might be a jerk, but at least you know how to put Cartman in his place," he chuckled.
"Yeah," Stan agreed, "way to go!"
Parker cocked a brow, confused. "Uh, thanks…" He passed through the boys and wandered around the gym, ignoring the odd stares and comments thrown his way.
The gym teacher appeared from the boys' locker room, pushing Cartman along the way into the gym with everyone else. He looked around and took count of all the students before announcing, "Okay everyone…get in a line. We're playing Dodgeball!"
Ugh, I feel like that could have gone better...ah well. That's what happens when you listen to a bunch of dubstep while writing, huh? Lol. Um, yeah, it'll be better in the next chapter, trust me. Don't forget to leave a review please, because reviews make the world go round! :)