a/n: I just realized there is such a thing as south park fanfiction and couldn't help myself. i do not own south park. ps: i will be deleting some of my old stories that i have put on hiatus.

Today was the day. She smiled to herself in the mirror. Placing her old purple hat over her straight long dark hair, she took a deep breath and a final glance. All the hard work she had put into school had been leading up to this point. The many nights she had ditched Stan to study derivatives or the subtle themes of Shakespeare's works, the many lunches she skipped out on Bebe to go talk to the teacher, the constantly full afternoons filled with extra curricular activities were all for this very moment in her life.

She headed out of her bedroom door and to the stairs. As she walked down the stairs she saw her mother in her classic blue jacket and brown skirt. Her mother seemed to be in a rush as she grabbed her portfolio off the coffee table. She hardly even noticed Wendy walking down the stairs until she reached the door. "Oh sweetie, you're up early," her mother commented quickly her hand still on the doorknob.

Wendy's smile widened, "Yes mother, I'm supposed to get some good news today."

Her mother barely nodded, "That's great dear. I have to get going." Her mother quickly left out the door without asking what the news was.

For a quick moment Wendy's happiness flooded out, but she quickly remembered the news she would be receiving. Her mother would be so supportive once she told her. Like a baby bird starting to fly, she felt the new winds under her wings. She skipped down the last two steps of the stairs and opened the door. She saw her mom backing out of the driveway in her black SUV. She heard the crunching sound the tires made in the fresh snow on the road. Then with a quick roar of the engine, her mother was gone. Wendy eyes moved from the direction the car had went to the silver mailbox at the front of her yard.

She knew it was girly, but she squealed softly in delight. Her strides lengthen as she hurried across the pathway. She opened up the mailbox with heightened anticipation to find…nothing.

A small frown appeared on her lips. The mailman must not have come yet. She let out an irritated sigh. She pushed up her jacket to look at her watch 7 o'clock. Class started at 8:15 so she had an hour. Hopefully, the mail man would come before then.

"Where the hell is he?" Wendy growled aloud. She had begun pacing back and forth in the snow forming a deep indent of her path. She glanced at her watch to see it was almost eight. The high school was about a five minute drive from her house, but since her mom and father had both left now she was without a car. If she walked it would take almost twenty minutes.

She gave a longing glance at the mailbox mentally willing the mail to be inside. She knew it was a lost cause. She knew she would have to until after school, but damnit! She went back inside to grab her backpack then quickly strutted out. She walked down the pathway and stopped by the mailbox. She opened again with false hope only to slam it again. She then huffed her way off to school.

She angrily pushed the double doors opened to her school. Her boots were soaked because the past hour she had been trenching through the snow. Her feet were even starting to get cold. Her happy mood of the morning was slowly turning deathly. She walked towards her locker hearing the squishy sound her boots made with each step. She was late for class, and there was no one in the hallways. She was somewhat relieved because she had told all her friends she had exciting new. It would be quite bothersome to explain to each one that it was just a false alarm.

As she made a turn around the corner to her locker, she saw a tall boy with scruffy black hair covered by a puffball hat. He seemed to be spacing out. His eyes stared up at the ceiling.

"Stan," she said her long-term boyfriends name in some surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Stan's eyes immediately went to her. A smile formed on his face as he answered, "I promised didn't I? So is my girlfriend a Harvard girl?"

Wendy smiled a small smile, but her eyes fell to the ground. She let out a tired sigh, "I don't know." She slowly walked over to her locker not really looking at Stan. She opened up her locker putting away her backpack and pulling out the books she needed.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Stan asked concern.

"The mail just hasn't come yet," she said and forced a smile as she shut her locker.

That cause Stan to immediately relax, "I guess I'll just be early then and say congratulations."

She tried to take comfort in Stan's comfort, but the fact that the mail hadn't come yet really bothered her. She nodded before saying, "We should head to class. I hate being late."

Wendy opened the door for both her and Stan to sneak in. Luckily, the teacher was writing stuff up on the bored while students in the class talked.

"Stan, you know you should pay for your ho after school and not before," Cartman shouted aloud with a smirk. Wendy shot the fat boy a glare. He really hadn't changed since elementary school. Okay he had lost a lot of his baby fat from the old days, but he still was larger than other boy in school.

Kenny started laughing while the teacher turned from the board to the class then to Stan and Wendy at the door. Mr. Jackson was a hard core prick when it came to his class. "Why are you late?" he asked with a serious glare.

She felt Stan hesitate behind her, but after the many conversation she had with teachers she felt no longer intimidated by them. "My mother had promised to drive us, but she was called into the office early. We were forced walk, and it took longer then expected," she said looking at the floor like she was actually sorry. She felt Stan give her a supportive thank you squeeze on her shoulder.

The lie had obviously worked because Jackson didn't respond at first. He then let out a grunt, "Take your seats."

"But Mr. Jackson," Cartman whined, "Their interruptance into class has completely destroyed my concentration. How am I supposed to focus knowing Wendy was giving five cents blow job and I missed out only because I didn't want to be late for your important lesson?"

"Shut up you fatass!" Wendy shouted unable to control her outburst.

"Five cents?" Kenny perked up.

"Wendy Testaburger and Eric Cartman!" Jackson shouted gripping his chalk tight into his hands, "I am tired of you're two's nonsense. You both will talk to me after class, and if the behavior continues you will visit the principal."

Wendy's free hand naturally turned into a fist as a scowl formed her face. "Yes sir," she responded politely as she trudged to her desk.

Cartman, however, had a grin plastered on his face. It made her even angrier. Usually when a teacher planned to scold him Cartman would show some form of protest, but he looked like he didn't even care. Her fist could make him care. She had beaten him up in fourth grade she could do it again.

She sat in her desk and forced her glare towards their teacher. She pulled out her notebook and attempted to take decent notes, but she kept breaking the lead in her mechanical pencil. She would angrily push the eraser down to extract more lead. Then it would break again. The day had easily gone from her best to worst.

By the end of class, she had gone through three mechanical pencils. She stuffed her stuff into her begs as her classmate's slowly departed.

"Eric. Wendy. Come up here," the teacher called in a stern voice as he sat behind his desk.

"I'll see you at lunch, okay?" Stan gave her a hopeful smile before departing her. Where was the man who saved his damsel in distress? Okay, she never wanted a man to take care of her, but showing a little fear or sympathy never hurt.

"Shut up Kenny," she heard Cartman say behind her, but she never caught what Kenny said. Even though Kenny no longer wore the orange sweatshirt over his head, he could still mumble his words making it difficult to here.

With a deep sigh she went to the front of the class hearing Cartman's footsteps behind her. She walked to the oak desk and felt Cartman's presence at her side. The teacher continued to look through some paperwork like they weren't even there. He flipped through each page slowly. He read over something then moved on the next. Wendy was getting irritated by the action. He shouldn't call them forward if he planned on making them wait!

Cartman let out a low whiny sigh that only he could pull. It sounded like a dying cat. Wendy even felt herself flinching from the noise. Strangely enough, the teacher actually looked up at the two of them. His eyes not seeming too pleased with Cartman. "I realize this is the last semester of your high school career, but I cannot stand misbehavior. Now, I'm not like most teachers who would give you afterschool detention. I don't feel like you actually learn something from it," Jackson began as he looped his fingers together on top of his wooden desk.

After school detention was the last thing she wanted. She had both model UN and the debate club after school. She wouldn't miss them for some stupid slip with Cartman.

"So," the teacher drawled out, "You both will work on a project that I will want to be turned in at the end of the year. A twenty page report plus presentation on anything related to this class."

"What?" Wendy squeaked out in surprise.

"You're fucking kidding me right?" Cartman added as he folded his arms over his big chest.

"21 pages," the teacher added, "Every time you disrupt class with your antics or free lip mouth I will add a page."

"B-but this is basically my first offense in the class. Why am I being punished with him? We'll have thirty pages added by the end of the week!" Wendy shouted, slamming her hands on the desk.

"It looks like you'll have to make sure that doesn't happen then," he answered with a cold glare before looking back at his papers, "You two are free to go."

Wendy hand turned into a fist. She felt her nails digging into her palm while she slowly turned away from the evil teacher.

Cartman just gave a shrug and headed to the door. He was just going to leave without talking about this! She quickly ran back to her desk and grabbed her bag. She was then out the door and looking down the hallway for Cartman. She saw his larger form heading down the hallway and called out, "Cartman!"

He paused then looked back, "What do you want ho?"

Wendy shut her eyes tightly trying to control the anger rushing through her body before walking over to him. Then with a deep calming breath she said, "We need to wok on this as soon as possible. We could even start tonight."

Cartman shrugged again, "Whatever. You can start."

Her hazel eye narrowed staring into his brown ones. "We can start," she repeated.

He shook his head as a vile smirk began to liven his face. "Nah I don't think so. I'm getting the fuck out of this shithole so I'm not wastin my time when I got better stuff to do."

"We will fail the class," Wendy hissed bringing her fist hand up to his face.

He gave it a cautious glance. It had been years, but he still remembered the beat down. "Pfft whatever. Like I said I got better things to do," he said and walked away from her.

She was going to kill him! She was going to kill him! "Cartman! I will…" her threat began but was interrupted by a cracking noise coming from the intercoms.

"Hello students! This is the morning announcement with Annie! Today we have exciting news. One of our very own students has been accepted into Harvard!" Annie's voice in the announcements shouted.

Wendy slowly felt a smile cross her face again. She hadn't received the acceptance letter yet, but she was a sure thing. She wondered if this was Stan's doing.

"This is the first time someone from South Park High School has ever been accepted to such a prestigious school so everyone should congratulate Eric Cartman!"

"WHAT?" Wendy shouted so loudly in the middle of the hallway a few students stopped to look at her. Her eyes literally looked ready pop out of her head while her mouth just gaped opened. Eric Cartman? Eric Cartman had been accepted into Harvard! Oh god…