"Kenneth, we can't keep making exceptions here. You've been given enough chances; the school board can't afford to be lenient with you anymore. I'm sorry but you're no longer a student at South Park Secondary."

Kenny's eyes widened. "I—what?" the disbelief clear in his tone.

"I know you're actually a good kid Kenny, but this isn't up to me. As you may have heard, at the start of next week I won't be the principle here anymore. My replacement has gone through all the students records. He was appalled by yours and demand the school board allow for you to be expelled before his arrival. I wish I could do more."

"Principal Victoria this is utter bullshit!" he squawked, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles became white, nails creating crescent indents on his palms.

Principal Victoria sighed, the pity she felt for the boy evident in her tone. "I know Kenny, I'm sorry this had to be our last exchange."

Kenny, still in an absolute state of shock, made hesitant eye contact with his now former principal. "Can you at least tell me why?"

"Of course." She reached for a thick beige binder to the right of her desk, the spine reading KENNETH MCCORMICK, in violently bright red. There was also a small post-it note with illegible cursive stuck to the top. As Principal Victoria pealed the post-it away from its home on the folder she adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat. "As I'm sure you can tell, this is your student record. It contains every grade to every detention you have had in your three years here." She sniffled and continued, "Instead of reading to you every single incident you've had, I wrote up a quick general list of reasons for your expulsion."

Kenny couldn't help but look at his feet out of embarrassment. He knew he had been in quite a few mishaps at the school, he's even been suspended a few times, but he never realized his record was that…shamefully huge.

Another light cough brought Kenny's attention back. Principal Victoria began to read, "You have been late over three hundred and sixty times, you have missed one hundred and seventy-three classes, you have almost failed five classes, you have been caught smoking cigarettes inside of the school—"

"I'll admit that smoking inside was dumb, but it was one time and freezing out."

Ignoring him she continued. "You have been in fourteen fights on school propriety, during two of these fights you hospitalized the other student, and most recently you have been caught with marijuana."

A dull silence washed over the room. Kenny couldn't seem to pry his eyes away from the droplets of condensation built up on the outside of Principal Victoria's icy water bottle, perched on the corner of her desk. His lip twitched lightly before he spoke in a rather hushed tone, "But—I, most of—," he took one deep inhale through his nose to recompose himself. "Most of those fights were—hell, almost all of those fights were because I was defending someone else or myself!"

"Kenny, I know that, but the school board doesn't see it the way I do. I know you just want to protect the people around you but there is a strict no fighting policy. All the board sees are fourteen fights and two hospitalizations, whether they were justified or not isn't of the matter." She paused, "And Kenny, even if you could somehow justify the fights, there really are no excuses for these absences and lates, and there are definitely no excuses for the drugs." She finished somberly, eyeing Kenny, attempting to read his unblinking expression; his eyes still locked on the water bottle. "You're lucky the police where never involved."

Again, silence wrapped the room. It was almost suffocating. In one last fleeting effort, Kenny spoke up, finally turning his head to face the woman currently ruining his life. "I know, but I'm supposed to graduate this year. It's only the first week of school. Can't you give me this last year here? Can you give me just one month to fix this? I can make up for everything!"

"Kenny please—" he cut her off immediately. If he was being expelled, he didn't have much to lose by interrupting an authority figure.

He stood from his seat. "No, listen! I won't miss school ever again. I won't smoke or fight. I'll do my homework! Give me a personal cop to follow me around to make sure I don't start shit! I'm sure that can be arranged." The second he said it he realized how stupid it sounded and that his defense was practically useless.

Kenny could tell she felt sorry for him. If he hadn't noticed before he can clearly see it now. He could see it in her eyes. He could see it in the way her mouth frowned and her brow wrinkled. Kenny hated being pitied; he didn't need anyone's pity.

"I'm sorry, there really is nothing that can be done. You may leave."

"Principal Victoria, please!" Kenny wasn't very good at seeing when a battle wasn't worth pursuing. Maybe that's why he got into so many fights.

"Kenny please leave."

"But—!"

Voices began raising. "Kenny, go now. This discussion is over. I am truly sorry. I will be notifying your parents this afternoon."

Rage quickly engulfed him. "Don't fucking bother, our house phone hasn't worked for the past four months and it's not being fixed any damn time soon. They probably wouldn't give a shit anyways." He immediately turned to leave, anger already leaving him as a hallow feeling replaced it. Kenny hesitated once he grasped the door handle, one last plea at the tip of his tongue. All that came out was a mumbled "sorry for yelling," as he slowly closed the door after himself, leaving behind a bewildered principal and his high school career as he knew it.

…

Kenny swiftly marched through the living area making a b-line to his own bedroom, ignoring his parents nightly brawl as he walked. The second he closed the door to his room he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. After seventeen years of hearing these fights he thought they wouldn't faze him anymore. Kenny was in fact accustom to it but that didn't mean he liked hearing it. There was a part of him deep down that was still scared shitless of a raised voice. It really worked him up.

The yelling became background noise as he dumped his tattered backpack on the floor and sunk face first into the stacked mattresses he called his bed. His own thoughts engulfing him entirely.

He fucked up.

He fucked up really bad.

He might not be able to fix this.

He can't fix this.

That thought terrified him; because if there was anything Kenny felt that he was good at it would be bullshitting his way through life, and fixing things. Fixing the leaky tap in the kitchen, fixing his shit hand-me-down truck every time it refused to start, fixing his sisters broken dolls when she was little, fixing peoples frowns on a bad day, fixing a broken heart after a one night stand, fixing his own wounds when he managed to collect another scratch, but he's not so sure he can fix being expelled.

What will his future hold for him now without having even a high school diploma? He didn't ever really believe he would go to college, but he thought he would at least walk out of South Park having finished grade twelve. College was a distant dream and reality had finally swooped in and plucked that dream away, flying with it until it was no longer visible.

He never had a firm idea about what he would do in college anyways. Kenny thought he might go into a trade; like become a mechanic or something he could do with his hands. He also always liked art, but going to an art school was completely out of the question. The income for a career like that was just too unpredictable. He needed to know he was getting a solid paycheck at the end of each week. After all, he didn't want to fall into his parent's footsteps.

Kenny's eyes widened and he clenched his pillow tighter, shoving his face further into the worn fabric.

'Oh God,' he thought. He was going to be just like his parents.

Kenny had finally done it. He had practically been waltzing around the pathway to becoming a jobless piece of lowlife shit without even realizing it.

How could he be so stupid? His parents screaming became louder, breaking through his self-deprecating haze.

"You piece of shit! Why don't you get off the damn couch for once in your life and find a steady job? We can't live on food stamps forever!" His mother's words rang through the whole house. So loud it practically shook the already crumbling walls.

"You think it's easy? Why don't you get a fucking job? I would love to see you try!" His father retorted with the same amount of venom.

That's all Kenny heard before his racing mind and rapid beating heart filled his eardrums. That's all he needed to hear to picture himself in the exact situating; to know that his future was practically set in stone.

He was shaking so hard. He wondered if this is what Tweek felt like all the time. He didn't like being scared; he didn't like admitting he was scared. Kenny wanted to punch something; he wanted to cry for his future and for the bastard kids he might end up having. But he couldn't.

His eyes didn't even mist over, nothing felt real.

Kenny suddenly realized he was tired. So, so tired.

He didn't bother to get up and change out of his day's clothes before lulling into a restless sleep. The distant sound of something breaking just barley reaching his ears.

…

Kenny was hardly awake when the tune of Barbie Girl starting blaring, filling his whole room with the noise. It was one of the only ringtones his flip phone had to offer and he honestly thought it was kind of funny seeing some of the looks he received when it went off in public.

He sat up groggily and already regretted falling asleep with his clothes on. A thick red indent was prominent on his cheek, indicating he knocked out in an uncomfortable position on his arm.

Kenny swiped his phone from its spot next to his pillow and snapped it open. "What," he barked into the receiver. He was already pissed about his shitty day and now he's pissed at whichever shitty person decided to call him. Did they realize just how shitty his day had been?

A familiar voice answered; it was Kyle. "Dude where are you? You said you were down to hangout with us at Cartman's place after school today." He sounded quite confused about Kenny's absence. Kenny ditching a hangout unannounced wasn't that uncommon, so he didn't understand why Kyle sounded so put off.

"Shit, yeah, um." Kenny still wasn't fully awake. "Sorry, I forgot. I had to do some house shit, you know, chores." Yeah that made some sense.

"For five hours?" Kyle replied.

"I may or may not have fallen asleep in the process."

"Of course, whatever, just get over here before I literally shove Cartman's head down the garbage disposal."

"Oh, so you need the amazing and hilarious Kenny to keep you from doing that?" Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he continued. "Maybe I should just stay home then." Kenny was beaming now, lightly chuckling at the obvious frustration in Kyles voice.

"Stop being a smart ass and get over here," Kyle deadpanned.

Kenny was already grabbing the parka he forgot he shed last night as Kyle spoke. He placed the phone between his ear and shoulder, pulling his arms through the sleeves as he answered. "Me, a smart ass? Now Mr. Broflovski last time I checked it is you that is the constant smart ass of the group. I am but the humble hot friend." He couldn't help but chuckle at his own sarcasm, not even noticing his unusually quiet home as he walked out of the front door; almost forgetting why he had taken an angry nap at three p.m. Almost.

"Fuck you, I'm too pissed to think of a better response. Just come. Your controller is waiting for you," Kyle huffed.

Kenny couldn't help but widen his smile. "Already on my way." With that, he ended the call and hopped into his truck, making the trip straight to Cartman's house.

…

Kenny walked through Cartman's front door without so much as a knock. The other three were already taking up the entire couch, per usual, so Kenny took his normal position seated on the floor in front of the others without being acknowledged.

The boys were already in the midst of what seemed to be an intense match of Mario Cart. Kenny swiftly reached for the controller he presumed was left for him, and patiently waited for them to finish the round. He was glad they were playing Wii instead of Cartman's garbage Xbox One.

"Are you fucking kidding Kahl? Did you actually hit me with the blue shell?" Cartman blurt.

Kyle didn't answer as he was too busy laughing at Cartman's defeat.

"I think that's a yes dude," Stan chimed.

"Fuck you Kahl, this is so Jewy of you."

"That makes no sense fatass," Kyle said, his laughter as well as the match came to an end.

"Whatever, at least I'm not a faggy Jew!" Cartman turned to look down at Kenny seated in front of him. "Kinny, don't you think that last move was super Jewy of Kahl." Cartman continued, "Like, only a Jew would pull that shit in a sad moment of desperation."

Kenny turned and smiled up at the three. "On a scale from dreidel to menorah I think a blue shell hit is negative Jew."

This reply had them all laughing, except Kyle who had his arms crossed, the only indication he was amused was with a small smirk gracing his lips. Kenny always thought Kyle was the most fun to make smile, he was always so pissed.

He continued as the collective laughter died down, "It's just a game anyways Cartman. We all know you can't handle losing but—"

"Is that a fucking challenge I hear coming on you ratty po' boy?" Cartman glared.

Kenny's smile faltered at the poor comment, but it came back in an blink of an eye. He's used to that shit by now. He's heard far worse than just the passing mention of his family's financial status before. Besides, it was just Cartman, he's always been a piece of trash but he definitely mellowed out in recent years. But today Kenny wasn't in the mood for anyone's shit let alone his. He wanted to at least momentarily forget that his life was basically over. Plus, Cartman was always ripping on Kyle for being Jewish, that was literally nothing in comparison.

Kenny snarled. "Well there's a fucking challenge now! We're Mario Carting to the death ya'll. Loser has to do whatever dare the winner comes up with."

Cartman smirked at this newfound challenge. "Ready to suck it then?"

"Wait, shit you guys. Are we all doing this?" Stan added warily, not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of Cartman's dares.

"Yeah, I didn't sign up for this when I called you Kenny."

Kyle and Kenny's eyes locked. Determination glinting across their faces.

"Why? Scared Kyle?"

"You wish."

The race begun. All four boys giving their best efforts because no one wanted to have to do a dare; their masculinities were far to fragile to admit that they didn't actually want to do this in the first place. Why did everything they do together have to become a challenge?

Kenny pulled ahead with Toad on a motorbike. Finish line in sight. He began to physically lean forwards and push harder on the buttons of the controller as if that would make him any faster. Kyle was quietly giggling to his right. Kenny frowned. 'Why was he—?'

Interrupting his own thought, Kenny spoke in disbelief. "Kyle did you seriously just hit me with a fucking blue shell?" The other racers zoomed past Kenny. Computers and all. He was dead last now.

Kyle was practically doubled over himself in his fit of laughter.

"Told you only Jews do that shit," Cartman mumbled.

Kyle rubbed tears of laughter from his eyes, ignoring the comment. "Even though I didn't win," he gave a toothy smile, "seeing the absolute horror on you face was prize enough for me."

Kenny sighed, knowing his fate. "Wait who won?"

"I did!" Stan beamed, he might as well have given himself a high five he looked so proud.

Kenny's first though was, 'thank god.' Stan's dares were usually the tamest out of them all. They can still be awful, but nothing near the atrocities that Cartman could conjure.

"I'm sure you cheated Stan."

Ignoring Cartman Stan spoke, "Kenny I dare you to…" His eyes swept the room, looking for something to jump out at him as a potential object to use in the dare. His eyes fell back on Kenny, gaze scraping up and down his frame. He smirked and continued. "I dare you to piss on your parka."

Cartman scoffed, "Oh please Stan, Kenny would do that for five cents, that's not much of a dare."

Kenny had already stood up, pulling down his hood and removing his parka. There's no way he didn't regret suggesting this in the first place but he'd take this over eating Cartman's toenails or something.

"You probably don't want my piss on your floor so I'll take this to the deck," Kenny said to Cartman, turning to walk towards the back exit.

"Stan this is gross and cruel," Kyle shot, looking quite appalled that Kenny so willingly took the dare.

"So we got the Kenny defense squad over here now? Didn't know you could go from Jew to cock sucker so quickly," Cartman quipped. "Wait, those are basically the same thing anyways."

Kenny was already out of the house before he could hear Kyle's retort. He was going to have to do some dare or another and he rather get this over with now than be subjected to his friends arguing for the next hour. He knew the yelling match inside would last until he went back in. So Kenny sat himself on the edge of Cartman's back deck and gazed at the stars before proceeding with the dare.

The stars seemed particularly dim tonight. Maybe they were reflecting his mood? He was able to forget todays events while inside the house, but the second he left the group reality came swooping down again.

How would he tell the guys he won't be with them at school next Monday, or ever again for that matter? That Friday seemed to be the beginning of very, very long weekend for Kenny.

Would they still hangout with him even if they didn't see each other on a daily? Or would they eventually forget about him and stop seeing him altogether? Or worse, hang with him out of pity? He felt sick at the thought.

They'll think he's stupid, won't they? Cartman will surly get a good laugh but he didn't care so much for his opinion. What would Stan say? He can envision Stan's mouth agape, lost for words. What would Kyle say? He would be so unbelievably disappointed in him, and that was painful to think about. He never really understood why he felt the need to impress Kyle. Probably because in his head, Kenny felt closest to Kyle. Even though the four of them have always been a crew, Kenny considered Kyle to be his best friend, even if he wasn't his in return. He didn't mind that really, as long as Kyle was just there.

Kyle was the only one that ever really paid attention to what Kenny said. He actually made an effort to connect with him and listen. He was the only one that believed that Kenny could make something of himself, and now—

Kenny rubbed his hands roughly across his face, resting his elbows on his knees, and once again turned his attention toward the sky. A shiver ran down his spine. How long has he been sitting out here? He didn't know or care. He just wanted to get this over with so he could go back into Cartman's heated home.

He stood from his spot on the deck and tossed his parka onto the grass. They never did specify how much he had to piss. So he settled with a generous one and a half second pee.

After the deed was done. He picked up his parka, it had an almost unnoticeable wet patch on the back. Seemingly unfazed, he turned to go back in, parka in tow.

…

"Ay! Get your sweaty money grabbin' hands off of me!" Kenny could immediately hear his friends as he opened the screen door. He was right of course, the bickering was still going on.

Nobody noticed as he re-entered the living room.

Kenny repositioned himself in his spot in front of the couch. Kyle leaned over Stan to slap the crap out of Cartman.

"That's what you get dick-hole!" Kyle yelled.

"Fuck! Just get off!" Cartman looked down and noticed Kenny. "L-look! Kinny's back inside! Let's see if he did the dare!" His desperate attempt to get Kyle to stop hitting him worked. Kyle got one last slap in before he retreated back to his seat and stared down at Kenny.

"Show us the jacket," Stan urged.

Kenny rolled his eyes and stood back up so they could get a good look at the parka he held.

"That's it?" questioned Cartman. "That's like, nothing. You pussied out."

"Nobody specified anything!" Kenny grinned triumphantly, he loved out witting his friends.

"How do we know that's even piss?" Stan added.

Kenny smirked, "You guys wanna smell it then?"

Scrunching up his nose making a clearly disguised face Kyle concluded. "Um no, I think we'll all pass."

Kenny sat down in his spot for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. There was a heavy silence, but conversation eventually picked up again, dare already forgotten. Kenny didn't contribute though, he still found himself busy in his own head.

The conversation eventually moved on to school and homework.

"Kenny, earth to Ken. I asked you a question," Stan said as he gave Kenny a few light taps on the head.

"Oh, sorry. What?"

"I said have you started the review for our auto test on Monday?"

Kenny sputtered. He guessed this was a good enough time as any. "No, I'm not going to school on Monday."

Kyle immediately jumped in. "Dude, why?"

"Probably skipping to go to a drug infested prostitution ring," Cartman sneered. "Or maybe to the annual homeless circle jerk."

Kenny had a hard time finding his words. "No, um"—the room was silent. The others have never really seen Kenny so solemn before—"I'm never going back guys. I was"—his voice became quieter if that was even possible—"I was expelled."

Nobody moved. It felt like nobody was even breathing. Kenny felt as if he were choking on the silence. All he could do was look at the floor and pray for an excuse to leave.

"Y-you, what?" Kyle looked dumbfounded.

"I was expelled," Kenny said just the slightest bit louder. Still not looking up at the group.

"No, I heard you, I just—" Kyle wasn't even able to finish his sentence.

Kenny gained the smallest amount of strengthen and turned his head to gaze up at his friends from the floor. He couldn't help but chuckle. It's exactly how he had imagined it. Kyle looked outwardly pissed, but he could see the disappointment in his eyes. Stan's stare was vacant, his mouth slightly agape. Ha! Did he know his friends or what? He turned to glance at Cartman, waiting for the inevitable jab about how he expected something like this to happen eventually. But to Kenny's surprise it never came. Cartman looked as dumbfounded as the rest of them, eyes firmly locked on Kenny. Could he possibly be disappointed? Kenny shivered slightly. If he didn't already know his life was going to shit, Cartman being disappointed in him would have acted as a fat red warning sign.

Kenny turned back around. Resting his hands on his knees. Pulling at the loose strings coming from the hole in the knee of his jeans. Still nobody dared to speak.

Kenny felt an invisible weight pressing on his throat. He thinks he might puke. He never wanted to feel the disgusting sense of being so utterly worthless again. But he already knew the feeling would likely haunt him for a long time. It was already always there, he found it easy to ignore, but now it was right in his face and he felt as if his body was radiating the feeling further.

At a lame attempt to move on from the engulfing silence Stan garbled. "Um, is anyone down for another round of Mario Cart?"

"No Stan, hold on. We really need to talk about this." Kyle put on his 'calm mature adult' voice. Kenny hated that voice, it was an indication that a very disappointed lecture was coming. Kyle turned his gaze away from Stan and back to Kenny. For the second time that night their eyes met, but there was not an inkling of the adrenaline they felt earlier. His gaze was burning holes into Kenny, and killing him from the inside out.

"Kenny, when did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?" Kyle spoke softly, as if Kenny could shatter at any moment.

Kenny felt completely humiliated. "It was today, right before last period." Kenny's cheeks were on fire, he needed to go.

"Kenny, you should have told me right away, I would have had your back in a second," Kyle breathed.

"Yeah dude." Stan managed to gain the strength to add to the awkward conversation. "Kyle's right, we all would have defended you. We would have made sure this didn't happen."

Similar rage he felt during his altercation with Principle Victoria rushed through his body.

"How Stan? How the ever-loving fuck would any of you have helped?" Kenny turned to face them fully now, sitting up on his knees, practically screeching.

Kyle let out a long, frustrated exhale, the same kind you used when dealing with an angry child. Kenny could sense it.

"Kenny, he's just saying—look, just calm down. Maybe we could have talked to the principal and helped prove to her that—"

"Shut the fuck up Kyle!" Kenny stood. "What the fuck do you even know? You're not a fucking lawyer like your damn dad you prick! You couldn't have won my damn case! This isn't court, this is high school!" His hands were so obviously shaking. Kyle looked slightly scared, he pushed himself further back into the couch.

Kenny couldn't help but notice this. He calmed down substantially with a few hard exhales. The wave of embarrassment he was all too familiar with flushed through his senses.

"Kyle, I—" Kenny began, suddenly finding the picture of a chunky eight-year-old Cartman with his mother hung above the couch very interesting. "I-I'm sorry, I think I should just go." He turned to exit but an unexpected voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Kenny wait," Cartman said. He stood from his frozen position on the couch and moved in front of him. "I hate to say it but Kahl has a point. You should have told us, we—" he coughed, "we like, care about you dude. Not in a gay way, but we could have maybe like, helped." Cartman's eyes were anywhere except Kenny's, making it very obvious he totally never does this. "Well, I mean there's obviously a reason your retarded ass got expelled but—" Man, he was doing so well.

A hand on his shoulder prevented him from pushing past Cartman. Stan turned him around to face himself as well as a still shaken Kyle.

"What fatass is trying to say is, we're here dude, and we're totally going into school on Monday to demand they fix this." Stan was so damn optimistic it hurt.

"You guys are so quick to defend me I almost can't believe it. But you assholes don't even know why I was expelled." Kenny was guided back to the couch but silently refused to sit. "The reasons were completely valid. It was for all the fights and stupid shit I managed to get caught doing around the school. Plus, all the lates and shit. It was honestly a long time coming."

"Now that you've said it, I'm surprised you haven't been expelled sooner." He knew Cartman's burst of kindness would be short lived. He fell right back into the position Kenny originally expected him too.

Kyle suddenly broken out of his trance and shouted. "Then how the fuck haven't you been expelled yet fatass? You've done way more despicable things in the past seventeen years than Kenny could do in his entire life!"

"I'm just careful about it and Kinny's a reckless little bitch!" Cartman retorted.

"Guys can you just chill for ten seconds!" Stan hissed.

Static noise, that all Kenny heard, no words at all. Nobody seamed to notice that he had made his way to the front door and was already turning the handle. He suddenly realized his friends never seemed to notice his presence. They were always so wrapped up in each other they forget about the vulgar blonde that was supposed to complete their group. He guessed they really won't miss him too much at school.

Noise came rushing back through his ears, as for the second time that night Stan grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

Cartman and Kyle were still in the heat of their yelling match, so Stan spoke slightly louder than one would under normal circumstance.

"Kenny, just ignore those two idiots for now. You can leave but I don't think any of us want you going thinking we hate you or something," Stan shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "This won't change anything, we'll still all hang and stuff…" he trailed off, the situation clearly awkward for both of them. These boys weren't particularly good at expressing their feelings. That's just how society shaped them.

Kenny sighed. "It's fine, I know, Stan." Yet he couldn't help but feel like it was a lie, that they really did hate him now. He wondered if they even liked him to begin with.

"Yeah, haha…" Stan obviously didn't know how they were to end this painfully awkward conversation. "Too bad you couldn't like, dress up as a different person and come back to school as someone totally new."

Kenny's eyebrows furrowed at the strange comment. "Yeah, too bad…"

Stan finally managed to look at his face. "So, we'll see you later then, right dude?"

"Yeah, see yah."

Kenny turned and walked straight towards his truck, not looking back to see if Stan closed the door.

He drove all the way back to his dingy house in silence. Only to be greeted by more screaming the instant he entered the threshold.

For the second time that day Kenny fell asleep with all of his clothes on.

...

Please let me know if you think this fic is worth the read. It's the first one I've ever brought myself to post, so feel free to give tips and corrections. I've decided at the end of each chapter I'm going to ask you readers a question to keep the comment section fun and exciting.

Pet peeve: I hate it in fics when people make Eric the villain for no determinable reason. I love a good, 'Cartman is the bad guy' type fic; he is literally the worst person ever, but sometimes it's just so unnecessary to the story to make him the cause of all the problems. So here's your question:

1. What do you hate about fannon Cartman and the way he is written in fics?

REMEMBER THAT EVERYONE HAS A RIGHT TO THEIR OWN OPINION SO STAY NICE TO EACH OTHER (and yes, you can disagree with my opinion as well).