A/N- Re-writing this story. Let me know how it is.
My heart ached with a harsh sadness as I stared out the car window. Kyle offered me a small smile, but I couldn't bring myself to do the same for him. Moving away from the only best friend I'd ever had. I was only 13 and it felt like the world was ending. Mine was, at least. That I knew. South Park was my home, I'd never left it for longer than a month, nor did I ever want to. And now Florida waited for me. I didn't know how I would keep in touch with Kyle. Phone, maybe. I don't even have an e-mail, and. The friendship I'd known since preschool was vanishing before my eyes, and I couldn't stop it.
Stan
My cheeks streamed with cold tears. I drove way too fast, especially for my worn-down old car. I could feel my heart beat through my skin, until it felt like my chest would explode. The roads were dangerously slippery, and if I had an ounce of common sense, I would've slowed down. But I could hardly care I died right then and there or not. At least I would die outside the town limits of South Park. That's all that truly mattered to me. Anywhere at all was better than there. I was finally free. Free from all the family problems, shitty friends that didn't really care about me, and stupid high school that I was going to get kicked out of anyway. I'm 16, and I'm driving to who knows where. I knew whatever waited for me would feel like heaven after South Park. Only one thought stayed in my mind. "I'll never come back here. Never."
Kenny
I punched the door to my room as hard as I could. I wanted it to break so badly. Stupid, stupid, stupid, mom. What was she thinking? Getting so drunk that she passed out in the middle of the street. That fucking idiot. What was wrong with her? That truck, it couldn't have stopped even if it had seen her... The day after the funeral. My seventeenth birthday. I ran out of my house for the last time ever. I jumped into the car that I had found hidden in the garage. It was my present. A nice, sleek Mustang. Too bad she didn't get to see my face when I saw it. I drove away, out of the town I'd known and loved all my life, to go to New York City. I didn't choose to leave.
Cartman
All alone. It's not fair. Stan moved to Florida, Kenny ran away, Cartman left because his mom died. And I'm stuck here, without my best friends. Stan's probably living the party life in Florida. I haven't spoken to him since he left, five years ago. Kenny, I bet, is enjoying the freedom of his second year of life on the road. Cartman's probably fitting in great in New York. And where am I? I don't even get to leave Colorado for college. I guess I'm just going to end up trapped here, like everyone else in this awful town.
Kyle