Hi! I didn't like my other story, but this one is a little better. I hope you enjoy.
South Park is in no way mine.
At the bus stop, things would happen.
Sometimes a casual argument between Kyle Broflovski and Eric Cartman.
Other times a more than gory death from Kenny McKormick.
And the usual advice from none other than Stan Marsh.
They were four friends, no matter how different each one was.
Even though many would question how children so different in personality and lifestyle would ever come to be friends,
Kyle and Stan would deny the fact that Cartman was their friend. He was, they couldn't lie about that. Even if he was what people would describe as a "sociopathic fatass"
Kenny could care less about Cartman and the others. Everything about him was kept lock away in the safety of his own trademark orange parka.
Kyle was the angry one. With too many mood swings to go around. He was also the shortest, but he could pack a punch. His intelligence was unmatched, for a town like South Park at least.
Stan was the peacemaker, and somewhat a hopeless romantic. An average American boy, everyone would say and he was, but only to an extent.
Cartman was most likely a cross between a clever con artist and a malicious psycho. He was fat, but he didn't really care. If people wanted to be skinny, be skinny. Cartman loved his food and that was that.
All four of them were friends. Different, but friends. And as time past the bus stop would see the changes in each of them. But they all remained the same one way or another, Stan was still average, Kenny was still a mystery, Kyle would always be easily angered and Cartman would forever remain insane.
Even when they all moved on, move from South Park. The bus stop would stay there, waiting to see new children who were as diverse as the original four.
Thank you for taking your time out to read this, please review!\/p