The Ana Plague
Cartman ran through the hallway, spotting the familiar redhead in the distance. He ran towards the Jew, panting like he'd just run a marathon.
Kyle sighed. "What do you what Cartman?" "WHERE'S ANA KAHL?" He yelled. The red head blinked. "Why?" He raised an eyebrow. Cartman stood straight up and grab the slim Jew by the collar. "IT'S AN EMERGENCY YOU FUCKIN JEW! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR JEWISH SHIT!" Cartman roared. Kyle rolled his eyes. "She's by her locker." He muttered. The brunette dropped him and ran towards his target's locker.
He looked around for the familiar orange and black haired girl. As soon as he found her he ran, well wobbled, over to her as fast as his chubby feet could go. He grabbed her shoulders as he panted.
"ANA! HAVE YOU HEARD YOU POOR LITTLE JEW?" Cartman howled. Ana sighed irritably, "I told you already dude I'm not Jewish." He tried again, "Ana! Have you heard Fellow Christian?" "I'm not Christian either." She mumbled pinching the bridge of her nose, a habit she developed from Stan. "THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?" He shouted. "I'm Catholic, you idiot." The girl rolled her eyes. "WELL WHATEVER YOU ARE! HAVE YOU HEARD?" A crowd started to gather. "Heard what? And could you shut up a bit? You are attracting a crowd." Ana mumbled to the overweight boy.
"NO! EVERYONE NEEDS TO KNOW! GATHER AROUND TO HEAR THE LATIST! LAST NIGHT THERE WAS BREAKING NEWS THAT THERE IS A NEW KIND OF PLAGUE!" He screamed out.
Everyone began to mumble among their groups. "Like what?" Ana sighed. "THE ANA PLAGUE!" He shrieked.
Ana narrowed her eyes at him as everyone gasped. "And what, dare I ask, is the Ana plague?" The hot headed girl asked. "IT'S, OF COURSE, A PLAGUE THAT ATTRACKS GUYS TO GIRLS THAT ARE NAMED ANA!" Cartman explains. "Oh please, you expect everyone to believe that?" Ana muttered. As soon as she finished Wendy stomped over to them. "Cartman do you know how retarded you just sounded?" Wendy scowled. "IT'S TRUE! GIRLS! WATCH YOUR BOYFRIENDS AND BROTHERS! BECAUSE THEY WILL GET INFECTED!" 'Cartman just sounded even more retarded than he already is. No one is going to believe that.' Ana thought. Wendy stepped in. "Ana, not that I believe him and stuff, but can you stay away from Stan…?" I blinked. Shocked. "What?" "Please, stay away from Stan." I stared at her as she walked away with everyone else. I stood there, frozen "WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?"