Hi everyone! I'm finally starting the story you have all been waiting for! This will be a novel, and I have no ideal how long it will be, but long enough I'm sure! Anyways, it's time to get on with Jews Only!

Chapter 1: Intro

Mr. Hankey. He was the only one who understood at that time. At Christmas time. He was his only REAL best friend during the Holidays. Well, things were ok between him and his friends. In the third grade, he was excluded from any Christmas activities, because he was...JEWISH. But then Stan said "this Hanukkah stuff is ok". Hanukkah was cool and interesting. And Mr. Hankey was real. But he was the only one who understood. Things still seemed the same.

"You can't come to church with us, because you don't believe in the birth of Christ!" Eric Cartman exclaimed.

"Shut up, Cartman!" Stan Marsh cried, and then turned to his best friend. "Kyle, you can come to church with us. But really, you won't follow along with anything."

Kyle felt hurt. But Stan was right. The only thing that Kyle would want to do is go to the toilet for his other best friend to come out. And the talking piece of crap was the only friend that Kyle could talk to.

Easter wasn't any different. For Kyle, he and his people didn't celebrate anything during that time of year. No Easter bunny, no Easter eggs, no games, and the start of it, the Crusificiton to learn. It was because he was...JEWISH. Kyle doesn't know anything about Easter. Nothing. It's like some big 10th grade Geometry or something. And again, he felt excluded.

The four boys sat outside, passing the basket full of candy. Kenny MCckormic passed it to Cartman, and Cartman passed it to Stan. And after Stan got his candy, he passed the basket to Kyle, who was about to reach for some candy, but the basket was snatched away.

"Kyle can't have any Easter candy!" the fat boy exclaimed. "He's Jewish, and he doesn't celebrate Easter!"

"Cartman, Kyle can have some candy," Stan tried to explain.

"He cannot take candy from the Easter basket. His hands should never reach down there."

Stan looked at his best friend, and sighed. "Here Kyle," He gave him one of his pieces, just so Kyle didn't have to reach his hand in the basket.

Kyle took it, but felt hurt, and felt the tears in his eyes as he started eating the candy.

Nothing will be the same. And it's my fault. It's because I'm...Jewish.