Now I will be the first of many to admit that South Park High is the most abnormal place on Earth. Actually, scratch that. That title belongs to South Park. Yup, that little redneck, white trash, quiet mountain town you've heard about so much? That's where all the real shit happens. You've got aliens giving out free anal probes(without consent), the stupidest adults you'll ever meet, underpants gnomes, Satan; basically the weirdest scenarios possible. Anything you can imagine, it's been done here.
Now that I think about it, the highschool isn't that weird. The weirdest thing about the school is the people in it. And even then, it's not them acting like fucking third graders; it's them being assholes. It's like everyone forgot the meaning of kindness, or the word itself. To them, it means being a huge dick about everything and torturing society.
I'd like to think that they're the reason I'm standing in front of a crater that was once our football field with the whole school population behind me.
"What the fuck did you do Kahl?" I hear Cartman shout from behind me. I don't answer him. Instead, I look down at the tattered, blood covered trench coat right in the middle. I slide down the mountain gently, making my way towards it. I pick it up.
"Mr. Broflovski, I'm going to have to ask you to come back here, m'kay?" Mr. Mackey demands. Once again, I ignore the person talking to me. I hold the trench coat close to my chest, nice and tight. I don't notice it, but my green eyes began to water.
"Kyle?" Marjorine softly speaks, "are you ok?" Silence.
No I'm not ok Marjorine, I'm not ok at all. We could've avoided all of this. All we had to do was relive our childhood and be good people. Instead, we stuck to our dickhead personalities that led us here in the first place. Now, four people are gone forever. And one of them?
He really did try to save us.
I say the last part aloud, "He just went about it the wrong way."
My name is Kyle Broflovski. I am seventeen years old. Currently, I'm a senior at South Park High. I am rumored to be a future valedictorian. I have saved someone from suicide. I have been a murder accomplice three times in my life. All three times with the same person. I fell in love with that person.
And this is our story.
Ok, short Prolouge. Cheesy ending. I highly doubt anyone'll read this but let's just wait and see.