Unbelievable

Ch. 1

As I sat up I rubbed my eyes, and stretched.

Another boring day of school. I thought to myself.

I felt so tired. A result of not getting much well needed sleep. I stood up, and went to my closet. I grabbed the cleanest pair of blue jeans I could find. Then slipped on my jeans, and socks. I couldn't find my blue t-shirt though. So I used my black one.

"Nobody's home?" I silently said as I walked downstairs. The house was completely empty. Well, I don have to admit, I loved being alone. And since Shelly is in college, I don't have to worry about her beating me every ten minutes.

My parents must be at work. Wait this early? Huh.

I silently thought to myself as I laced my shoes, and grabbed my backpack.

I turned off the T.V. my idiot dad left on, walked out of my house and locked the house door as I closed it behind me. I walked to the bus stop while I brushed back my flat, straight black hair. I finally made it to the bus stop, all alone. Well, not entirely alone. My best friend, Kyle Brofloski was standing there. I smiled politely at him as I stood next to him.

"Hey, Stan!" Kyle said warmly.

"Hey." I said back. Kyle's warm smile made me feel happy that I could have a friend like him.

"Where's Cartman and Kenny?" I asked.

"Who knows. Maybe Kenny died, and Cartman is skipping school." Kyle did raise a point. Cartman LOVED skipping school and not caring about the consequence. And Kenny? Well that one is pretty self explanatory.

"Ok. I see." I replied. I heard the bus approaching, then stopped in front of us.

Being in high school was great, but seriously and dramatically boring as hell. We have all this homework, books to carry around with us—HOLY SHIT! I forgot my Social studies book at home!! I quickly turned to Kyle and nudged him hard with my hand, causing Kyle to be pushed against the window.

"Dude! What the fuck?!" Kyle said rubbing the side of his head.

"Sorry, but I forgot my Social Studies book at home. Can I use yours?" I asked.

"Ow… Ok fine, just don't make me hid my head again." Kyle said as he rubbed the spot on his head where he got hit.

I wanted to gently hold my hand on the spot where he hit the window, but I just couldn't do that. Why? I am not entirely sure.

When we were at our lockers, I grabbed the books I did have out of my backpack, then went to Kyle and waited fro him to finish.

"Stan," Kyle started. "You don't have to wait for me." Kyle said as he pulled his social studies book out, and handed it to me.

"Yeah, but if I didn't wait for you, then I wouldn't get your social studies book." I said as I grabbed the book and held it with my other books I had in my arms. "Jesus, it feels like a mountain of books!" I said as I laughed.

"Well you can't expect it to feel like a mountain of paper." Kyle laughed back.

I always know just how to make him laugh. I thought to myself. Wait I am his super best friend. Of course I know how to make him laugh! I silently giggled at myself.

As me and Kyle walked to our first class, language arts, we passed Cartman laughing so hard, he was practically on the floor.

"What the hell is so funny, Cartman?" I asked with an annoyed look on my face.

"Ok, you guys, you won't fucking believe it!" Cartman said under his laughter.

"Cartman, just show us! What the fuck is so funny?!" Kyle asked getting annoyed.

Cartman stifled his laughter as he held the back of a picture in front of us. Too bad we couldn't see it; Cartman had the front facing him. "Oh my god, you guys! This is the best fucking picture in the whole world!" Cartman said as he erupted with laughter.

I finally managed to grab the picture from Cartman, and turned it around so that I could see what was so hilarious. When I saw the picture, my face flushed. Kyle looked over my shoulder, and stared blankly at the picture. "H-how the…" I mumbled.

"DUDE! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT PICTURE?!" Kyle angrily yelled as he pinned Cartman to the wall.

Cartman stared at Kyle then exploded with laughter. "Oh god! I caught you two making out!"

I finally remembered what had happened when I and Kyle were 14. I remembered the entire thing. Beginning to end. I could feel myself wanting to fade away and disappear. I backed away, then stared at the picture again. I felt something inside me saying "Rip the picture!" I quickly hid the picture in my back pocket, and ran to first class.