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For as long as I can remember I've been alone in this world. Sure I guess that my parents are still living but they've been dead to me since I was little. They always say that they "love me" and that what they're doing is "for the best" but I know that they're lying. They say that it's my fault, that I'm not good enough, that I disappoint them, but they say that no matter what I do. I could get a 100% on a test in one of my AP classes but all they'd do is ground me for not getting a 105. It's always been like that though for as long as I can remember, I was grounded nearly constantly when I was younger. They've gotten better lately though, they've been so busy fighting among themselves that they all but forgot about me. It's OK I like it that way though because it means that I don't have to walk on eggshells all the time around them, but even though I don't need to much anymore I still try to make them proud of me.
When I was younger I was always happy, always smiling and laughing in an effort to make friends but it never worked. I gave up on that a few years ago when I realized that it was just irritating people even further. Now the only time anyone speaks to me is when Cartman is doing his usual bullying. As we've gotten older he's gotten a lot worse if that's even possible, when we were little he was just cruel with his words, calling people "Jew" and "faggot" but when we reached the high school level he grew violent. Now everyday I walk as quietly as I can around the school trying not to arouse his attention in fear of another one of his infamous beatings. He's gotten pretty rough with me before, I remember one time he even dislocated my arm because he twisted it too far in the wrong direction. I honestly don't know what makes me such an easy target for everybody but hamburgers I wish that it'd stop. I'm a junior in the South Park High School and I can honestly say that I Leopold "Butters" Stotch have never in my life had an actual friend.
Sighing to myself quietly I turn my attention back to the work sitting in front of me. Of course it's not the work for the class that I'm waiting to begin, that work was already finished and sitting in a neat pile on the corner of my desk waiting to be collected, what I'm working on currently is the homework that I was assigned in the period before this. Hey better to get it done early right? Besides it's not like I have anything else to do while I wait for this class to start so I may as well work on it now, it's the last class anyways so it's less for me to do when I get home. Ya know it's funny, it's almost as if I can feel somebody looking at me but I know that that couldn't possibly be true, nobody would ever see me sitting here, they never do. Lost in my misery I jumped in surprise and made a strangled sort of squeaking noise as I felt a hand fall silently on my shoulder. I closed my eyes tightly too afraid to turn around in fear of another beating by Eric Cartman. I was sure that I was completely done for when I felt the hand lift off of my shoulder, when I heard a very unexpected voice coming from behind my desk.
"Hey do you have the homework that's due today? Ms. Capen will kick my ass if she finds out I don't have it for the fifth day in a row."
I spin around quickly with what I'm sure is pure shock on my face to see a very sheepish Kenny McCormick standing behind me glaring at the floor.
"O-Oh sure do! H-here ya go! But please can you g-give it back before she collects our homework?" As I hold my completed homework out to him I see him look up at me and grab my homework with a thin lipped smile and a roll of his eyes. "B-But only if it's not too much trouble of course!" I finish hurriedly in an effort to rectify any irritation that he may be feeling towards me.
"I'm just gonna copy it down real fast and then you'll have it back on your desk. Whatcha think I wanna keep it or something?" he asked me sarcastically, his expression seeming to soften a bit when he saw the sheer terror painted on my face. "Hey listen thanks for letting me borrow this you're a lifesaver" he says as he turns around and walks back to his seat.
After he sits back down I can't help but sneak a few shy glances at him as he works. Kenny is South Park's resident "whore" as they like to call him and to be fair he is, I've heard he'll have sex with anybody and everybody for no reason other than that he feels like it. He's also been known by the locals as the largest troublemaker in town, if somebody tries to start anything with him he won't hesitate to put them in the ground. I heard that just a couple of months ago he sent somebody to the hospital because they tried to make fun of him for being "trailer trash". That's probably why the other guys stopped hanging around with him so much, they probably didn't want to be considered "troubled" because of association. I see him all the time smoking behind the school but I've always been too afraid to go up to him in case he's not having a good day and is looking for a fight. Even Cartman won't go anywhere near him and he'll make fun of anything that moves, he must've learned his lesson that day that Kenny hit him hard enough to fracture his jaw. I didn't even realize that he had moved from his desk until I felt a pile of papers hit my desk, forcibly jolting me from my thoughts. Looking up at him I could see an amused look on his face as I cowered away from him. Relaxing slightly I began to put the pages back in order again whispering a quiet thank you as I looked away from him shyly.
"Check the back of the paper" he says to me as he turns to go back to his desk, the chair scraping back from its position just as the bell rang signaling the beginning of the period. Every instinct that I had was telling me not to turn over my work but curiosity got the best of me and I just had to look. Turning over my homework I was surprised to find a message staring back at me: "Thanks for that. If ya ever need anything dude just ask. I owe ya one," followed by what looked like a phone number. Blushing furiously and shaking slightly I turned my paper back over as the teacher entered the room ready to begin the lesson.
As soon as class ends I make sure to very carefully copy down the night's homework before packing up my backpack. Whenever the bell rings signalling that classes are over I always like to move as slowly as I possibly can, as that means that it's even less time to spend getting harassed by Cartman. Taking a deep breath in I finally stand up from my seat and make my way out to the front of school in order to begin my walk home. By the time I made it out the school doors most of the other students had already left, the parking lot mostly empty excluding the cars that belong to the faculty and people on the sport's teams. I can see Kenny on the distant side of the parking lot leaning up against a tree with a cigarette between his fingers. Unfortunately for me I got so distracted by the sight of the other boy that I didn't notice the presence of Eric Cartman until it was too late.
Out of nowhere I could feel a searing pain in my side as I am knocked to the ground winded. Struggling for air I look up just in time to feel his fist connect with my jaw, forcing me back down again. Coughing and wheezing in an effort to breath I close my eyes tightly as I weakly put my arms up over my head trying to protect myself from the onslaught of punches and kicks that I know are going to come next. I could hear the sound of the rushing air followed by the sickening crunching of bone, and waited for the pain to come, but it never did. Cracking one eye slightly I could see Kenny McCormick standing over me, Eric Cartman holding his nose in his hands as he swore, blood dripping from between his fingers. Kenny looked angry- very angry. I could feel the anger radiating off of him as he stood over us both, his fists clenched and his jaw locked, a look of pure hatred covering his features. Through the ringing in my ears I couldn't hear what was being said but whatever it was seemed to upset Cartman even more as he began yelling something before he stalked away. With Cartman now gone Kenny turned to me. Feeling a surge of terror rush through my body I did my best to back up as far as I possibly could, but I didn't make it very far before I had to stop. Clutching at my side in pain and gasping for air I whimpered like a cornered animal as he made him way towards me. With the remainder of the strength that I had left I covered my head with my arms as I felt the world fade away to black.