Life has a tendency to take random twists at random intervals. It has the power to shock you to the core with plot twists that if you were reading them, would make you stop and gawp like a flounder, before crying out 'NO, INSERT CHARACTER NAME HERE, NO!' or 'Stop being a douche-face insert character name here!'.

In general, life's a real dick. Especially when it takes random turns, like a sudden drop on a rollercoaster. And everyone knows unexpected rollercoaster drops suck ass.

Especially if the person behind you just had a KFC Bargain Bucket and a whipped-cream-sprinkle-topped-super-mega-sundae.

But, this isn't really about fatasses who should really consider their diets before coaster-riding, or douche-faced characters. Ok, well, maybe it is. Just a little.

This is a story of appreciating what you have, morals and beliefs, religious issues, hope, friendship and never giving up-

"IKE! TURN YOUR GODDAMN DRAMATIC INTRO THINGY OFF! I'M TRYING TO DO HOMEWORK!" A voice pierced through the walls, followed by the dramatic intro coming to an extremely anti-climatic end.

The owner of the voice, older brother of said Ike, turned back round to his desk, continuing said homework. However, said homework happened to be nothing more than stalking Facebook.

"I swear…Just because I friend one guy, suddenly everyone unfriends me!" He grumbled to himself, clicks of the keyboard filling the room like a form of alternative music.

"Th..that asshole! Craig unfriended me now! That asshole!" He fumed momentarily, "Pfft…I never even liked him that much anyway…" He crappily attempted to reassure himself that it was a good thing.

He was failing.

Quite terribly.

Was this really how cruel and selfish the world could be? Why was he being tortured like this? Did people really have such hard hearts as to unfriend him? He couldn't wrap his head around the issue, no matter how deeply he contemplated it.

Was this his punishment for all the wrong things he did in his life so far? Sure, he knew he wasn't perfect, but at least he accepted it. He kept his beliefs strong and fought for the little guys. He even went to the Synagogue! Not that he truly wanted to, more on the fact that his terrifying mother forced him to. He was wise enough to know not to mess with her. Hell, the whole fucking town were well aware!

He leant back in his seat with an exasperated sigh, letting his arms dangle loosely at his sides.

"Screw this…"

He kicked his feet of the desk, making the chair swivel 180 degrees, before prying himself from it and heading downstairs to the kitchen for a snack. On arrival to said destination, he found that the only things left were bananas and a half empty box of Lucky Charms.

With a slight glare of hatred to the bananas, he poured some Lucky Charms. He didn't care what time of day it happened to be, he just wanted to chew on something purely for the sake of venting frustration.

"Fuck you bananas" He muttered, before heading back up to his room, plonking back onto the chair, and continuing to eat the cereal.

Heading to Facebook once again, he discovered that now Esther has unfriended him. Sure, he rarely talked to her, let alone fully recognised her presence in class, but this was just madness!

"Werr furck you too, Esturr" He spoke through a mouthful of cereal, muffling his words to sound like that guy from City Wok.

A loud smack on the window captured his attention. So it was that time again. He got up from his seat to his over-flowing dreidel box beside the window.

As of late, it had become a daily custom of Eric Cartman's to throw rocks or something else stupid at Kyle's window, merely to ensure his day was at least 5% shittier. Kyle had used this as a good excuse to get rid of some of his many, many dreidels.

Selecting one at random, he opened the window and threw it forcefully at the chubby boy below. He closed the window, ignoring the cries of 'EY, FUCK YOU JEW!' and continuing to his ever important Facebook page.

Lazily scrolling through profiles, reading the information half-assedly, he had barely any time to react before a lime green laser beam burst through the screen, paralysing him. He barely had any time to pass any remarks, such as 'HOLY FUCKING SHIT' or 'JESUS H. CHRIST!', let alone think as everything went blank.

The green laser traced his frame, before returning to the computer, with the boy trapped inside its luminous lasso.

The room fell into a creepy silence, with only the soft buzz of the computer as a form of noise, and a half-empty bowl of Lucky Charms sitting in a rather lonesome manner on the desk, abandoned.