Typical High School Story

Chapter one: First day, First act

Stan Marsh is your typical football star. Playing as a South Park Mountaineer for three years of high school has granted him popularity, dozens of secret admirers, and nearly a full ride to any college of his choosing, as long as they have a reasonable football program. Now, going into his senior year, he has been given the golden opportunity to play as the varsity quarterback. This meant twice as many practices and much harder work out, but he was ready.

"This is fucking amazing." Stan gushed to his teammate, Clyde Donovan. Clyde gave him a hard pat on the back as they walked from Stan's truck to the football field for their last practice before the school year began, as well as Stan's first practice in his new position.

"It's good to have you on the A team, man. It's crazy that it's taken you this long to get on varsity." Said Clyde, who had been on varsity as the kicker since sophomore year.

"Yeah." The two walked into the locker room and went their seperate ways to their lockers to change into their gear.

Once all the boys were changed and ready to go, as a group, they rushed onto the field to where their coach stood. Stan tried to hold his is laughter upon seeing Coach Kite's shorts. If they were any higher, they're be considered boxers. Stan looked over to Asher Jackson, the fullback, softly gesturing to coach's outfit. Asher silently laughed and nodded. That was the last time today either boys would be smiling, since right after, they began running drills.

"Dude I am literally dead." Stan said from his bed while his super best friend, Kyle Broflovski, sat on the floor playing Titan Fall on the Xbox.

"That's your fault for wanting to do the whole sports thing." Just then, Kyle's character died and he put the controller down, "Hey, have you gotten your schedule yet?" He asked.

"Fuck." He mumbled, sitting up in his place, "No. I'm pretty sure we're supposed to drive up to the school to get them."

"Well, fuck that." Kyle grabbed his controller once again and tried to join another online game.

"Wait, let me join." Stan said, forgetting his aching bones and grabbing another controller.

The sun rose early in the small mountain town of South Park, signalling the beginning of a new day.

"Kenny, get up it's the first day of school!" Carol McCormick shouted from outside her son's bedroom door. Kenny gave a loud groan and dug himself deeper into his sheets. It was cold as balls in his room and he wasn't ready to leave the snugness of his Terrence and Phillip bedsheets. "Kenny James McCormick if you don't get your ass up right now I'm gonna come in there and get it up myself."

"I'd like to see you try." He mumbled, but got up all the same. He headed to his poor excuse for a closet and swapped his plaid boxers for ones that were a bit cleaner, though not by much. Even thought the temperature in his house was drastically low, it was still warm enough outside for a t-shirt. He chose a white shirt, with only an oil stain at the collar, blue jeans, and his warn brown boots. After stopping by the bathroom for a quick wizz and to brush his teeth, he knocked on his little sister's door.

"Karen, you ready?" When there was no answer, he knocked louder. "Karen!"

"For fucks sake stop banging on the door! She already left!"

"With who?" Kenny asked, walking into the main room of the house where his father was stationed on a chair in front of the TV.

"I don't know, that one Canadian kid that always comes 'round here." He took another swig of his beer. Kenny gave a sigh of relief. He didn't enjoy the fact that she left without him, but at least the kid was related to Kyle, one of the most well-behaved kids he knows.

"Ok, well I'm going to school." He grabbed his bag and left.

He arrived at school with minutes to spare. So he began the hunt for his friends. As he walked down the halls of South Park High school, he couldn't help the nostalgic feeling that overcame him. Walking these familiar halls once again. But this year, it was different. This year, he was a senior. He finally felt like somebody. Like he could be recognized. Blonde hair, blue eyes, dirty clothes. Yes, that was Kenny McCormick, a senior.

"Kenny!" He looked up from his thoughts to see Eric Cartman and Craig Tucker waving him over. He nodded at them and began walking toward them.

"Hey guys!" Kenny greeted them.

"So, what are your classes?" Cartman asked, pulling out his own. Kenny dug into his pocket, grabbing the folded piece of paper he had gotten a few days ago and handed it off to the husky boy. He turned to Craig, leaving Cartman to determine what classes they shared.

"So, have you seen Ace yet?"

"No. I don't even know if she's coming today." The black haired boy shrugged.

"I almost didn't, but my mom's scary as fuck when she's sober and I didn't wanna help her celebrate her first week without beer or pot." Craig nodded, but didn't really say anything. The two looked to Cartman as he spoke up.

"You have first with me and third with Craig." The shrill bell went off and the three boys got up from the table. "But we all have lunch together." Craig split off from the other two, heading to his own homeroom. Cartman and Kenny walked down the crowded halls, dodging students who were rushing to get to class. But, with the two boys being seniors, they took their time.

Kenny didn't actually know where his class was, he just mindlessly followed his fat friend. They finally stopped at a door. The sign on it marked 'Ms. Olive: Home Ec 101'. What the fuck Kenny thought.

"Dude what the fuck? I didn't sign up for fucking Home Ec."

"Just wait."

As they walked into the room, Kenny realized Cartman's reasoning. In a classroom of maybe thirty people, all but one were girls. The only male was Walt Kelser, whom Kenny imidiatly sat beside while Cartman situated himself somewhere else.

"I don't have any weed on me." Walt said in a monotone voice, looking at the dirty blonde boy.

"What? No, I didn't want any anyway." He paused for a second, "Well, just tell me when you do get some." The bell rang, distracting Kenny from his train of thought, "Dude can you believe this?" He said, gesturing the the many pairs of tits in the room.

"I can believe that I'm switching out of this class first chance I get."

"Didn't know you liked dicks." Kenny laughed, then sighed, "When you think you know a guy."

"No, but I know this class is gonna blow, and all the girls in here are giant airheads." Kenny looked around the room. Sure, he was right, but that's the best part. Dumb girls are the easiest to sleep with. Kenny was a out to say something, but Ms. Olive interrupted as she began introducing herself.

"My, what a turn out!" She said as she looked over the room, her eyes stopping slightly on each of the three boys. Almost as if it was directly to them, she said "Just so you know, this class is not an easy A. You really have to try hard and pay attention if you want to pass my class." The stern look on her face disappeared after that. "So, to start off this semester, I have arranged all of you into groups of two. You will be working with your partner throughout the class, so you better be friendly!" She powered up the projector and positioned a piece of paper so that the students could see it on the overhead. "Go ahead and pair up!" Kenny began searching for his name. She saw his name arranged right next to Emma Clark. Who? He thought. He looked around the room and met eyes with a girl with short, light brown hair. He smiled, she scowled back. But she got up and sat in the bar stool next to him.

"So, guess we're partners?" Kenny asked, trying to dispel the awkwardness he felt.

"Guess so." She said, all her attention focused on the front of the room. Kenny looked at her for only a moment before looking around the room for Walt. He laughed when he saw that Walt and Cartman had been paired together. Ms. Olive started explaining the curriculum of the class, which included mostly cooking and baking. Kenny kept glancing at Emma, hoping that she would stop being bitchy so they could potentially work well together.

But of course, she didn't look at him once during the entire class.

The bell rang, signally the students to go to second period. As the class flooded out of Ms. Olive's room, Emma hung back, hoping to get a word in with the teacher.

"Excuse me, Ms, Olive, but I have a complaint." The short woman looked up from the stacks of paperwork on her desk, waiting for Emma to elaborate. "About my partner?"

Ms. Olive shook her head, "I'm sorry Emma, there's nothing I can do. You just need to work out any problems you have yourself."

"But you don't understand! There's no way he's going to put in as much effort in this class as I am! I don't want my grade to suffer because of him!"

"Emma, I paired him with you because I knew you could handle it. Your an amazing student, and he needs the credit to graduate. Think of this as a challenge." Emma was about to interject again, when Ms. Olive continued, "You can't switch partners. That's final." Emma made a noise of frustration and walk out of the room. Outside of the Home Ec room, Bebe Stevens was waiting for her in her cheerleader's uniform.

"What took so long?" The blonde girl questioned., earning an angry head shake from Emma.

"Nothing, just annoying people."

"Oh, well, you'll never believe who I just saw talking to Red!" Emma shook the bitterness out of her system and asked who. "Gregory Yardale." Emma's smile faded.

"Wait, I don't know who that is."

"He's a new kid who went here, like, years ago. He's hot and British."

"Wow, is he in our grade?" Bebe nodded. Emma became lost in thought, thinking about this new, hot, British boy. It's as if all her fantasies had come true.

So, I'm sure you guys've got the whole 'Super cliche story' thing I've got going on here. I'm super welcome to suggestions for the story, if you have any good ideas just PM me. Also, I'm accepting OCs. Which, you could probably tell from the description and the fact that I already out in a few OCs in this chapter. Below will be a simple OC form you need to fill out of you wanna submit. Thanks for reading!

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