This is my newest fanfiction! I just thought of this idea while watching this show called Toddlers and Tiara's on tv. I thought what if the girls of South Park did a beauty pageant? So here it is! This story will be told in the point of views of Wendy and Stan.
Stan's Point of View
"Hey look you guys," says Kyle from beside me. I am with Kyle, Kenny and Cartman on our way to class. I look over at where Kyle is pointing. It's a gigantic sign with large glittering purple letters and pictures of crowns.
"Miss Teen Colarodo, for girls ages 13-17, winner and runner up go to New York for chance to win Miss Teen America, grand prize 5000 dollars." Reads Kyle out loud.
Cartman's mouth drops. "5000 dollars!" he screams.
"One of us should compete." Suggests Kyle thoughtfully.
"It's for girls you guys." I remind my friends hoping that it will keep them away from this whole pageant thing. We have already had an adeventure with a beauty pageant in grade four when Michael Jackson in Ike's body wanted to prove to the world that he was a girl. I hate pageants a lot. They're just so fake and just I don't know I just hate them. I hope Wendy and her friends don't see this sign.
"One of us could dress up as a girl." Cartman suggests.
"You should do it Cartman you have the most experience cross-dressing."Kyle reminds Cartman.
Cartman's cheeks grow bright red in embarrassment. "Shut up Kahl!"
"It's a stupid idea anyways let's go." Kyle replies and starts to walk away. He is followed by Cartman and Kenny. I go with them.
"Hey look." Says a girl's voice from behind me. I turn around and I see the sight I just was dreading, Wendy and her friends are in front of the pageant sign. Shit. Please Wendy say no to the pageant. Please Bebe start making fun of it.
"We should do it!" exclaims Wendy in excitement from the middle of the group.
"Yeah!" yells everyone else in agreement.
Miley steps forward. She looks the same as she always does her short orange hair in two small pigtails at the side of her head and she is wearing her blue jacket with the green collar and black skinny jeans.
"I should dance for the talent competition!" she exclaims with a twirl. Wendy told me once that she does ballet. Apparently she has been dancing since she was three and now at age thirteen is competing a lot.
"You have so much talent," sighs Esther from behind her.
"I hope Stan helps me prepare." Says Wendy.
I gasp hoping no one sees me I turn around and run into the classroom. I find Kenny, Cartman and Kyle sitting at the desks in the back of the classroom. I run over to them and I sit down in the empty seat between Kyle and Cartman.
"Bad news," I whisper.
Kyle looks over at me in curiosity. "What is it?"
"Wendy is doing the beauty pageant." I say ashamed of my girlfriend. Cartman laughs while Kenny stares at me in curiousity.
"Why are you so against pageants? I'm going to it, I can't wait to see all the girls in their bathing suits!" says Kenny in excitement.
"Kenny that's my girlfriend and her friends!"
Kenny shrugs.
"Don't worry about it Stan." Kyle replies grabbing his math textbook.
"Yeah the pageant won't make her a spoiled bitch because she already is one." Cartman adds.
"Thanks for the help," I reply flatly.
Cartman smiles smugly at me ambition in his eyes. He's getting an idea.
"We should make Butters compete." He annonces.
"Do you think he would?" I ask trying not to think about Wendy and the pageant.
"Butters will do anything."
"That's true," replies Kyle from beside me his notebook is out open to the math homework we did last night. His mom probably checked over his work. Counting that there are a lot of eraser marks on the pages and tons of complicated numbers and shit for simple questions. But then again Kyle has always been one of the smartest people I have ever known.
I flip open my math workbook to my homework last night. It looks like a kindergartener did it compared to Kyle's homework. All of my answers are very short and half of them are probably incorrect.
I look up to see Wendy and her friends enter the room. I look down quickly hoping Wendy doesn't see me. I know what she will ask and I know what she will expect me to answer. I stare down at the boring words of the stupid math textbook that doesn't make sense. I hold back a giggle when I notice a erased Hitler mustache on a picture of some kid.
"HI Stan!" says a high-pitched voice from above me.
I look up to see Wendy starring down at me with a wide smile. "Guess what?" she asks.
"What?" I reply even though I already know what she is going to say.
"I'm trying out for Miss Teen Colorado!" she screams with a squel.
I smile trying to look supportive. "That's great!"
"And you're going to help me win!"
My mouth drops in surprise on how sure her tone is. "I am?" I blurt out.
"Yes you are!" screams Wendy looking frustrated.
"When's the pageant?" I ask forgetting the date on the stupid fucking sign.
"December 20th which is way too soon."
"It's only September Wendy." I remind her. Last week we started the eighth grade here in South Park Elementary.
"We have so much to do! It's going to be Christmas theme!"
"We?" I stammer.
"Yup, Bye Stan!" Wendy replies and skips away.
I watch her skip away with dread. Crap looks like the first part of grade eight is going to suck.
"That sucks Stan," Kyle says sympathetically from beside me.
"It's okay Stan, Kenny and I will be working hard getting Butters ready."
"He hasn't even agreed yet!" points out Kyle.
Cartman looks at Kyle, his large brown eyes narrowed. "Oh he will."
Kyle shrugs. "Whatever."
The teacher enters the room an answer key in hand. "Quiet down class," she says nicely. Mrs. Smith may be old but she is a nice teacher.
I grab my red pen and I get ready to take up our work. I will worry about Wendy and Miss Teen Colorado later.
Wendy's Point of View
I'm kind of surprised about how quickly Stan agreed to help me with this pageant. I will need all the help I can get. With my friends alone I have a lot of competition. Bebe will get high scores because well let's just say guys pretty much fall to their knees when she walks by them. Annie will do well because she is the tom boy type with a feminine side which will probably catch everyone's eyes and Miley has her ballet.
Mrs. Smith continues to write down the answers of the math homework on the board but I don't pay attention. I already know I got them all right; I was too lazy last night to do them so I copied them off the answer key in the back of the textbook. Probably a lot of kids in here did the same I don't know why they put the answer key in the back of the book. It's such a stupid idea.
Pretending to mark my work I scribble checkmarks across the page while I scan the girls in my classroom. The first person I see is sitting at the desk nearest to the door, Heidi. I think I am pretty safe compared to her she doesn't have much talent and she isn't that pretty. I look towards two seats behind her where a girl that's very tall and slim with short curly blond hair and an upturned nose is Annie. Like I said before she will have good chances because of her tomboy-feminine personality that stands out from everyone else. The only reason she is so skinny is that she plays sports with the guys a lot.
"Wendy pay attention!" says a sharp voice from above me. I jump in my chair, she freaked me out!
"Sorry Mrs. Smith, it won't happen again." I apologize, my cheeks burning in embarrassment. I hate Mrs. Smith she is such a bitch. How dare she embarrass me like that?
Not wanting to cause anymore trouble I focus on what the class is doing the rest of the period.
I'm not sure if I should continue the story. Please tell me if I should! Thank you so much for taking your time to read this! Love you all, Bramblestar.