A/N:
Hello fellow South Park fans.
Well, you must of clicked on this fanfic story if you're a fan of KyCart (KylexCartman) or if your just a little curious.
Yes, this is my first South Park fanfic and my first KyCart (KylexCartman or CartmanxKyle, depends on who you like on top. XD), so please be nice. Thank You.
Please Read and enjoy! :)
Disclaimer and Warning Note:
ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC STORY DO NOT BELONG TO MYSELF OR ANY OTHER ORGAINISATION THAT I MAY BELONG TO. THE WRITING STYLE AND IDEAS OF THIS FANFIC ARE......CRAP. THE FOLLOWING FANFIC CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE AND SOME MALExMALE AND DUE TO IT'S CONTENT SHOULD NOT BE READ BY ANYONE......THAT MEANS YOU!
"When I reached the edge of the earth, I realized I was missing something.......my enemy."
I'll Try To Fix You
Written by mpkio2
Chapter 1
Everyday Is The Same
Everyday is the same.....
Same people, same conversations, same lessons, same friends, same red-neck town, same problems, and the same asshole I have had to endure in my entire life. But you would think I would have gotten used to this by now, huh? Wrong. Incorrect. Mistaken, you are.
My alarm clock buzzes, signalling for me to wake up, get dressed, have a wash, eat breakfast, make petty talk with my mom, go to school and endure being terrorized by that fat asshole. I click the "Snooze" button and pull the covers other my head, completely cover my big red hair.
This is my favourite time of the day; the minutes before you wake up and face another day filled with constant Jew jokes, my mom-is-an-ugly-skank jokes and having to see that intolerant asshole right in my face. I lay my head down further on my pillows, my eyelids shutting close and softness of my mattress. This was just pure bliss and I wished it could last for all eternality. But, alas, all great things must end......
After no more than two minutes, I could hear my dad's yelling's, telling me to wake up and go to school, saying that I was lazy for having an extra two minutes in bed. Like he can talk!! He doesn't know what it's like to be me, having to work no stop to have top grades out every student in my class, no thanks to my mom's nagging to "Study, buballa! Study, and maybe you won't end up like your uncle Larry!" Yeah....he didn't no shit.
But no matter how much my body wished to stay where it was, I somehow took control over my body and forced myself to get ready for another awful day at South Park Middle School, where students found it necessary to follow a crowd, be a total douche bag and not be themselves......what idiotic fools. If I had to define Middle School in words, I would say "Middle School, noun, a jail for teenagers between the ages of 13-14 to be socially categorized by the mere system that us as human beings work by," Yeah, that's Middle School alright.
I go to the bathroom and wash my face. I return to my bedroom, slam the door ("Don't slam the door, buballa!" my mom shouts), get undressed, put on a pair of navy blue jeans, a white t-shirt, my orange jacket, and my old green hat fits over my red hair, neatly. I grab hold of my schoolbag, unzip it, check if I had all of my school utensils, swing it over my right shoulder, exit my room and descended the school stairs, as quietly as possible; I could do without another of my mom's interrogative speeches.......
"Kyle," a stern voice demands as I reach the last step. Crap......
"Yes, mom," I reply as I turn to face my mom, standing in the doorframe of the kitchen.
"Did you do all of your math homework last night?" It had been like this for the past year or so. My mom would thoroughly enforce me to complete all of my homework and study everyday when I returned from school. Checking if I had done my homework was only the first stage......
"Yes, mom," I reply trying to keep the dullness attitude out of my voice. The same thing everyday.........
"Let me have a look, Kyle," This is stage two; the check. I swing my schoolbag onto the floor, unzip it and hand my mom my homework. She glances at it with calculating eyes. After about a minute or two my mom slams the book shut and hands me my book. Her expression says nothing.
"Well......mom?" I ask tentivly, not knowing what to make out of that reaction; she was very scary when she was like this. "Did I do well?"
My mom turns her back to me and says in a firm voice: "Come straight back home after school, Kyle; you need to study,"
And with that, I leave my house feeling confused and scared.
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"Don't be so stupid, fatass!"
"It's true! I know it is, pussy!"
"Cartman, you're so full of shit!"
"No, you are, Kenny! That's what you ate for dinner last night; shit Your family can't afford to buy any food so you that's what you ate!"
"Fuck you, fat lard!"
"Hey dudes," I say in a depressed voice as I reached the bus stop where Stan, Kenny and the asshole always stood, everyday, waiting for the school bus to arrive. Same thing everyday....."What are you guys arguing about?"
Stan and Kenny exchange nervous glances. Cartman, on the other hand, looks as if Christmas has come early. What was the asshole so happy about? Did his mom stop sleeping around with other random men?
"Oh," Cartman said in a delightful voice. "I'll tell you, Kahl," His eyes glint with a devious happiness......I really do hate him. "When the time is right,"
"Just tell me, you sadistic asshole!" I shout angrily in return. He smiles broadly in return.
"I don't think so, Kahl," he says as he smile broadens.....that evil, happy smile......God! "You'll know in time,"
OK, now he really was pissing me off......but I wasn't going to let him have that satisfaction.
"Wait, why am I asking you for?" I ask as I point at the sadist. "I can just ask Stan and Kenny!"
Stan and Kenny make uncomfortable movements when both their names were mentioned.
"Stan?" I look at my best friend. His raven black hair was a mess, as it always was. His black eyes didn't look into mine. "What were you guys arguing about?"
But Stan didn't say a word.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He couldn't even tell his best friend what it was about?
"Kenny?" Kenny's golden hair that fell all over his head shone brilliantly in the sun light. He looked at me and said:
"Err....oh....I-I forgot something back at home," Kenny started to walk away in a slow pace. "See ya guys at school," And he moved faster away until he was gone.
"Would someone tell me what the fuck is going on!" I shout at both people who were left at the bus stop with me.
Stan diverted his eyes. Cartman smiled, evilly.
My hatred for him grew......
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The day had been as I predicted it to be; completely awful. No, worse than awful; total fucking shit. Not only was Stan and Kenny ignoring me throughout the day, the fat piece of shit that had no life whatsoever, kept on smiling at me, deviously throughout the day, and when I confronted the piece of shit, here mere said: "You'll find out soon enough, Kahl. You'll find out soon enough,"
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I had him now. I had that stinky Jew rat exactly where I wanted him. Boy, this was goanna be so sweet. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face......the feeling of me licking the tears of his face......awesome.
After everyone had heard this, no-one in the entire school would dare talk to Kyle again. He would be so sad, and I would be so happy.
After everyone heard this, Kyle would wish he was dead......
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I walked home by myself feeling angry and tired.
Stan still hadn't talked to me all day, and I hadn't even seen Kenny at school (He was probably with Tammy getting a BJ or something).
It started to snow as I walked down the street and I cursed. I put my hand in pockets to keep myself warm. I needed that; warmth. I doubt I would find it when I open the front door of my house.
I reach my front door and I put my hand on the handle. I turn it and the coldness reaches my face in an instant.
"Kyle!" My mom shouts as I enter the house. "Just exactly where have you been, bubulla!? Your half an hour late," I sigh. The fat piece of lard just had to make me mad in English, Mr. Garrison then choosing to give me attention.
"I-I insisted on staying at school to finish my work," I lied hoping my mom would take it. "You know, mom; I want to complete all my work," My mom had a weird look on her face. I then felt her eyes scanning my body, as if detecting something.
"Fine," she said. "Just go upstairs and start studying,"
I didn't take a second to do as she instructed for me to do. I was up in my room like a shot. I knew she would be up any moment to make sure I was studying, so I took out my books and put them on my desk. Just as I was about to sit and study, I cell phone started to vibrate. I took it out and read what it said on the screen:
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One message from:
Stan
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Wait.....Stan had sent me a text? He was talking to me again? Why? Herat thumping, I clicked on the centre button to open up the message. Four words were on the screen:
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We need to talk
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Everyday is the same.....except for this one.
A/N:
Yay! First chapter is done!
Sorry if this chapter is a little rusty.
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