My first series story. I don't know how I'm planning on doing this. Maybe I'll do arcs. Maybe flashback after flashback. Maybe a whole episode thingie. I dont know. I'm just putting this up on a whim, and taking it from there. This is short and hurried. There are probably mistakes but be kind. Like I said, this is my first series.

No official pairings, just the usual canons and Kenny being Kenny. Which means NO ONE will be safe. Just no orgies. I don't do orgies. Or, I tried, and discovered I sucked. So enjoy.

I do not own South Park

It was just another normal morning in the McCormick household. It was cold and drafty because most of the windows didn't have any glass panning. The curtains were so old they were deteriorating, so it was bright inside. Carol McCormick was bustling in the living room, trying to get her husband to get off his lazy ass as she drank from her beer can. Karen McCormick was in her room, trying in vain to smooth out the wrinkles of her skirt. And where was Kenny McCormick?

The young man, with his blond hair messy from sleep, was lying on his mattress dead to the world. Metaphorically speaking. Kenny was still very much alive. His quiet snoring filled his room, his face buried in his pillow to block out the light. He was shirtless, and the only clothing covering his modesty was the thin blanket around his hips. If he didn't get up soon, Kenny was going to be late for the first day of school. His first day of High School, to put it accurately.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Kenneth McCormick you get your ass out of bed RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN!" His mother screamed from outside his bedroom. With a loud groan and an answering shout that he was up, Kenny rolled himself out of bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of black briefs. At least this time he was wearing some.

Kenny yawned, and ran his fingers through his hair. Having gone so long without a single mirror in his life made him an expert of making his hair presentable without one. He grabbed his schoolbag, a dingy old thing he's been using since middle school, checked the inside to make sure his summer homework was inside, and threw it on his bed in satisfaction. He stretched, and rummaged in his dresser looking for a pair of jeans.

As Kenny got ready for the first day of High School, there came a timid knocking on his door. "Kenny?" It was Karen. "Kenny, I need your help. Can I come in?"

"One sec, Karen!" Kenny called, grabbing a pair of pants that didn't have a tear anywhere. He hopped to his door, forcing one leg then the other in, and hastily buttoned up as he opened the door to see his little sister Karen standing shyly in front of his door. "What do you need, kiddo?"

She held up a lock of brown hair and looked at him pleadingly. "Can you braid my hair? I can't do it like you can."

"Sure. Go see if we have anything in the kitchen and I'll meet you there." Karen smiled and raced off. Kenny turned around, scratching his head, and began the task of finding an acceptable shirt to wear. Kyle would be mad if he didn't make some effort. The best he found was a white-t that was just a little bit tight, but seeing that he was late as it was, he threw it on. After a quick spray of Axe (a birthday present Stan and Kyle got him a while back), Kenny grabbed his bag and jacket from off the bed, grabbed something off his dresser and stuffed it in his pocket, and headed out to the kitchen.

He had to tiptoe past the living room, where his parents were having another row, but successfully snuck past them without them noticing him. He didn't want to deal with them so early in the morning. As he walked to the kitchen Kenny stuck his feet in the sneakers waiting at the doorway.

Somehow Karen had managed to find a slice of bread and was nibbling on it as she sat waiting on the kitchen table, her schoolbag on her lap as her thin legs swinging languidly. She held up her find to him and Kenny leaned forward to take an exaggerated bite, chewing noisily, and she giggled at him and called him silly.

"I'm always silly." Kenny said to her with a wriggle of his eyebrows and sticking his tongue out, causing her to giggle even more. "Now scoot your butt over and turn around so I can do your hair."

"M'kay." She stuffed the last of the bread in her mouth and did what she was told. Kenny grabbed a pencil off the table and used it to carefully divide her hair in manageable sections.

"You all ready for school?" He asked as he worked her brown hair into two neatly plaited braids.

"Mhmm!" Karen hummed, and her hands fiddled with the hem of her 'new' skirt. Her entire outfit was new. The dark green winter coat, the pretty white blouse underneath, the white scarf, the skirt, the warm leggings around her ankles, even the white boots and pink schoolbag on her lap were all new.

Kenny didn't want to think on what he had to do to come up with enough money to get all these things, but it was well worth the look of wonder on his sister's face when he had given it to her. It might have been Kenny's first day of high school, but he couldn't forget it was Karen's first day of middle school either. First impressions were everything there, and Karen had a better shot then he ever did. She was normal. Poor maybe- really poor- but with this she had a chance to make some real friends.

As he wrapped a pair of old rubber bands around the end of each braid so they wont come out, the blond teen fished into his jean pocket. He pulled out two red ladybug scrunchies, and twisted them over each rubberband. "There, done."

He stepped in front of her, inspecting his work, and gave Karen a smile. He brushed a stray bit of hair from her face. "You look beautiful, Karen."

Karen hadn't heard him; she was too busy staring at the two scrunchies in her hair. Kenny fidgeted. Were they alright? He made sure to pick out a pair that would match her outfit. Maybe she didn't like the color?

"Oh thank you Kenny!" She cried in delight, surprising him as she wrapped her thin arms around his neck. Feeling ridiculously happy, he hugged her back. "You do it better than Kevin. He used to tug on my hair too much."

Kenny's happy bubble, elated from the reaction he had gotten out of her, soured at the mention of their brother.

Kevin used to be the one to do this in the morning, but after the bastard ran out on them, the duty had fallen on Kenny. Whatever. He wasn't needed around. They got on fine without him. Kenny was taking care of the groceries and finding ways of making money just fine. Kevin barely made anything pushing at school anyway. That asshole could probably be lying dead somewhere and Kenny wouldn't give a crap. Not one bit…

"Kenny?"

"Hmmm?"

"You're crying."

Fuck abandoning bastards.

Not much, but I should be getting there soon. The next part was for the lulz.

"Next Episode: Kenny and the Bus. Our blonde hero reunites with his old buddies and meets some old friends on the way to their new school. What happens when a conversation with a past hook-up reveals a dark and nasty secret? What happens when Cartman finds out? Stay tuned for next time!"

...pfffft that was lame even to me. FML. XD