A/N: This is just an introductory chapter, story threads and slash will follow.
Disclamer: I don't own any part of South Park or any of its characters.
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Was this really happening? It almost seemed like he'd be young forever, but here he was sitting on the bus to start his first day of sophmore year...real high school. Kyle Broflovski was sitting next to his best friend Stan Marsh, he felt lucky that Stan was still living in South Park and didn't move away at some point. Even Kenny McCormick was there. Unfortunately...so was hippo-ass.
Cartman had gotten himself a job last year at the local pizza joint to earn the money he wanted for God knows what, seeing how "business" was a little slower for Liane Cartman. A motorcycle can only be driven so much until the gas tank gets a little messed up. Working at the pizza place helped Cartman keep a robust figure, which Kyle was excited about because all of that flab tended to draw from Cartman's energy so he couldn't be a 5-star douche as much as he'd like. Kyle LOVED seeing Cartman doze off in the middle of a screaming match. Then the guys would coat his mouth with melted chocolate bars or ice cream and tell him he ate himself unconscious again. He'd usually grumble, "Shut the hell up you ass-hole liars, I have more self-control than that." But they knew he wasn't as confident as he sounded.
Kyle looked over at Stan, his expression was slightly grim. Hell, it probably was for most of the bus. They were going to a new, much larger school building with a helluva lot more students that none of them had met, and they were going a lot farther from home than they were used to. Central High, home of the "Snowman Soldiers" was near the middle of all the crap towns in that part of Colorado. So the boys had to drive for almost a half-hour on the bus to get there. Now...the Snowman Soldier was their mascot? That was damn...DAMN stupid in Kyle's mind. He shook it off as he talked to Stan.
"How's it going Stan?"
"Guh...I don't know. Why the hell does the school have to be so far away? It's only 7 and here we are on the damn bus already. We should be allowed a little more sleep than this!"
"Awww...didn't get our pussy beauty sleep last night?" Cartman mocked.
"Hey, how's your back after breaking your bed last night Whale Boy?" Stan calmy replied.
"The hell are you talking about?"
"Oh that's right, all the cholesterol swimming around your brain is retarding you. Sorry for making you over-stimulated. Go back to your coloring book."
"HIPPY BASTARDS!! I'll fuckin' kill you guys if you don't show some damned respect!"
"Not if you kill yourself first from butter injections." Kenny said, fighting a yawn.
Cartman's face was turning beet red at this point. "Don't you even THINK you're worth my time ghetto trash."
"What'd you say? I couldn't hear you over your chins."
"MEEIIIGGH!! FUCKERS!!"
The bus driver cut-in over the bus intercom:"Could someone stop that talking bean-bag chair or whatever the hell that is from making so much noise please?"
This proved too much for Cartman, and he promptly passed out.
"Too bad we don't have any candy to smear on him." Kyle mused. "So what classes do you have Stan?"
"Ugh...classes. Well, let me double-check." He pulled his schedule out of his folder: "Chemistry, Geology, English, PE, Guitar, Algebra, and Health."
"Guitar?"
"Yeah you need some of those kind of electives to graduate, and it might be interesting to play the guitar. I could be like Stephen Lynch. Besides, it's only for one semester, next semester I'm taking Driver's Ed."
"Are you going to do football again this year for PE?"
"Nah, football was starting to piss me off. If the coach was that much of an ass in middle school I can only imagine how bad it'd be in high school. I'm just gonna take track this year."
"Really? I was considering that...I'll probably join you."
"That'd kick ass. How about your classes?"
Stan and the guys knew a few of Kyle's classes would be harder. He started ahead of the game back in middle school. "Chemistry, PE, Trigonometry, Spanish, AP European History, English, and Health."
"Cool, we have 2 classes together. What is AP European History?"
"I'm not sure exactly, I just know it counts as a history credit towards college."
"Damn. I don't like to think that far ahead."
Kenny cut in: "Well you're a crazy bastard Kyle, but good luck."
"Uh...thanks."
Kyle looked at Kenny then, he was one of the few who looked pretty indifferent about this whole "high school" thing. Kenny also had a job part-time working as a bagger at the local market in South Park. He used the money to get himself some decent clothes for once, and it really helped out his image at school...mainly with the ladies. Kenny would never admit if he'd slept with any girls back in middle school, he'd just smugly reply. "Let's just say the cow had one hell of a time." Kyle didn't know how he got away with calling girls "cows". Oh well.
"So how about you Kenny? What are your classes?"
Kenny yawned again. "Good idea, I should probably see what classes I have before I go to school eh?"
Kyle and Stan smirked slightly.
"Alright...Chemistry, PE, English, World History, Ceramics, Algebra, and Health."
"Ceramics?!" Stan and Kyle blurted incredulously.
"Hell yeah dudes, it'll help me master my sensual and caressing touch I give to the ladies...if ya catch my drift."
"Yeah, yeah we do Kenny. How couldn't we? Just let them down easy after you're done feeling them up, horn-dog." Stan said shaking his head.
"Rrruff!" Kenny laughed a little at himself. Kyle and Stan couldn't think of a way to respond.
"But it looks like we have quite a few classes together Kenny."
"I guess so."
Kyle was a bit bummed that he has only 2 classes with Stan, but he had his future to think about and wasn't ashamed of going to some harder classes. When they finally arrived at the school Kenny shoved Cartman to wake him up. They could hear Cartman whining, "Fuck you Maam school is for hippies!"
As they were walking off the bus Kyle had to remark to Stan, "I don't know how his mother puts up with him."
"It's one of the world's great mysteries isn't it?"
As the teenagers from South Park stared at their new high school they all took a deep breath and walked forward.
"Here goes." Kyle said to himself.