My name is not tray parker nor is it matt stone so I don't own south park

Stan's P.O.V

I had started to feel sick this morning and normally I would ask to stay home as I had already thrown up twice that day ( that's a lot even for me) but sense Kyle and I where going to have a sleep over that night I decided to take some tums and deal with it. That was a bad choice! It was about lunch time… "Okay children we will continue our lesson on why Taylor Swift is a total whore after lunch" Mr. Garrison told us as the lunch bell rang. 'Oh shit' I thought 'lunch will be hell on earth'. As if to agree my stomach lurched and I ran to the nearest boys bathroom only to find all the stalls occupied( I think fatass stayed in the stall just to bug me) with all the stalls occupied I had no choice and threw up the the trash can. Just as I was done Cartman 'mysteriously' came out of the stall. "Oh look Stan throwing up. What a rare occurrence!" He taunted. " cant you ever be kind or caring?" Craig asked as he walked out of the other stall. 'Of course NOW they where empty.' "You stay out of this Craig!" Cartman yelled. "No tubby he's my friend!" A few mouths ago we forgot why our two gangs where rivals and became friends. "Well you can just go fuck your self Craig! screw you guys I am going to eat! Oh and I'm not tubby I'm big boned!" Cartman said while leaving. "You ok Stan?" Craig asked. "Yah fine must have been something I ate" I lied. Craig gave me a look that said he didn't believe me but he knew I wasn't going to talk so he left. After cleaning my self up a bit I left the bathroom and made my way to the lunchroom. "Stan you don't look to well" Kyle said concerned. "I'm fine" I lied. "Yah and I'm anti-Semitic" he mumbled under his breath. I didn't eat by claiming I wasn't hungry. Once we got back to class continued where he had left off "She has…."

I wasn't really paying attention as most of my energy was spent trying not to vomit all over. 'Oh god' I thought as my stomach lurched. " can I be excused?!" I yelled. Kyle saw the look in my eye and released what would happen if he said no. "He looks like he will barf!" Kyle yelled. "Yes Stanley go!" yelled. I got up and started to run to the door but I was too late. I threw up all over my shirt and the floor. Tears started to fill my eyes. " I will take him to the bathroom and nurses office!" Kyle said. "Yes please do"

Kyle began to bring me to the bathroom so I could get my self cleaned up a little bit. "Stan are you feeling ok" Kyle asked. "What do you think!" I snapped back. I started to sob at this point. "It h-hurts s-so b-b-bad Kyle!" I sobbed. "What does Stan?" He asked voice full of concern. "My stomach." I wailed. "Calm down dude it will be fine" My super best friend said as we entered the bathroom. "Well you had better take your jacket off and throw it away" Kyle told me. I just did as I was told. "Whats wrong. I mean you throw up all the time and never wind up like this?" Kyle asked. "I-I don't know" I sobbed " It j-j-just really hurts Kyle!"