Author: Me, again

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize

A/N: This is a little AU and the characters might be a little OOC but, as I've said in my first fanfic, let's pretend that time changed them a bit.

South Park High School, An academy that holds approximately 754 students, 300 teachers, and 200 staff. This school seems to be like a warp hole of weird phenomena for some certain students because ever since they've entered High School a lot of crazy shit has been happening.

Well, even crazier than the usual craziness that's usually happening in South Park.

This was far bigger than any of them could ever imagine.

And it was starting to take a toll on one of them.

Stan Marsh.

The hottest guy in the whole school (next to Kenny…what?) all around nice, helpful guy, popular but isn't too shallow to talk to the "geeks" the first freshman to ever score Coach Riley's, the school's strictest teacher, good list.

Stan has definitely been having good luck in school during his first year. His grades were good waves of B's sometimes with the occasional A's, if he was actually taking it seriously. He'd managed to make friends with almost everyone, hell he even made friends with his ex and her friends and had managed to keep his three old friends.

Yep, the four bad asses are still together.

However, the good luck seems to be asking something in return.

Like his fucking sanity.

The nightmares had started exactly after the 2nd semester of the school year.

At first he thought it was just because of a movie he watched but soon he finds out that the dreams would keep coming back in the nights that came after. It had scared him shitless at first but as it went on he started to get a little used to it. A little.

The worst part is he knows that the nightmare wasn't just a nightmare.

He knows it was more than that.

And it was seriously ruining his sleeping.

As soon as he lies on the bed he forces himself to stay awake, to prevent himself from having the dream. But at around 2:30 am, his eyelids start to get heavy and tiredness over powers his fears and he'd drift off to sleep.

This is a total bitch because he needs to wake up at 5:30 am.

The High School was farther from there houses than their Elementary school was so they all had to wake up earlier than they did when they were younger.

And having only 3 hours of sleep is not good for a High School student.

Stan walks drudgingly through the doors yawning, the handle of his backpack hanged on his shoulder. He yawned for the second time walking to his locker while rubbing his tired eyes.

He was so drowsy that he didn't notice a certain blonde in his way and the two bumped into each other.

"Ow! Jesus!" Stan exclaimed rubbing his forehead.

"Aw, gee, I'm sorry Stan. I…I…wasn't looking where I was going."

The raven-haired looked at the bumpee (or was it the bumper) and saw that it was Butters…no (since he came out in 5th grade) Marjorine.

"No it's ok," Stan smiles, "it was my fault too. I wasn't looking where I was going either."

The blonde cross dresser returned the smile. But it soon faded when she saw how blood shot her friend's eyes were.

"Gosh, Stan, what happened to you?" she asked in concern.

The taller one sighed, "It's nothing, Marge, I just had trouble sleeping last night. And the night before that, and the night before that, and the fucking night before that!!! It's nothing." He managed to shake his thoughts off, "what about you? You seem…preoccupied"

Now that he mentioned it, the whole gang has noticed that Marjorine was acting a little distant.

It's almost as if she was going through what I was going through…

"Oh no, I'm fine." Marjorine replied snapping Stan out of his thoughts, "I was just talking to…" realization appears to dawn on her face and she clamped her mouth shut. "I…I have to go. I'll see you, later Stan."

She stuttered running off without looking back to see Stan's confused look.

"What the hell was that all about?" He asked himself but shook it off as soon as he saw his friends waiting for him at his locker.

Time to fake it and pretend that nothing's fucking wrong. "Hey guys."

"Hey Stan."

"'Sup, dude."

"How's it going hippie."

Stan rolled his eyes at Cartman's greeting. He knew the former fatty didn't mean it as an insult but more as to keep the atmosphere familiar.

Before they entered High School the four of them promised that nothing would change.

Even though a lot has fucking had.

"Dude, are you ok?" Kyle asked with a hint of concern in his voice, "I mean, look at your eyes."

Stan blinked rapidly, "It's nothing. I just…" he yawned, "had trouble sleeping."

"Again?" Cartman stated in a calm yet passive tone.

Stan twisted his lips, "well, I…" his sentence was caught off when he noticed something in the other boy's hair. "Dude, you have dirt in your hair."

Cartman quickly brushed his brown tresses.

"What the hell was that about?" Kenny asked, "Have you been rolling around in dirt again?"

"Fuck off, Kenny."

The blonde just rolled his eyes trying to jam the gift wrapped box in his already packed locker. When he pushed the box in a few papers burst out and scattered all over the ground.

"Damn it!" Kenny muttered picking the papers up.

"Kenny, where don you keep getting these stuff." Kyle asked when he saw that the blonde's locker was filled with toys and gadgets.

"Um…internet?" Kenny was proud of his answer for a second until he realized that he quoted a cartoon character and cursed under his breath.

Stan scoffed, "dude you're not…shoplifting, are you?"

"What!?!" The blonde looked offended, "NO! I swear to God, I didn't steal these."

"Then where did it come from?" Kyle asked stepping closer.

"I…I…" Kenny gave up, "I don't know."

"What the hell do you mean, you don't know?" Cartman asked, "They're your pieces of crap."

"It's complicated." Kenny mumbled.

"Alright," Kyle soothed clasping Kenny's shoulder. "If you say that you didn't steal them, then we believe you."

Before the conversation could go any further the loud, not to mention annoying bell, rang through he halls.

"God, I hate that sound." Stan mumbled.

Both Cartman and Kenny agreed. Kyle however looked calm and closed his eyes. A small smile

"Hey, Jew boy if you're done being mellow, we'd like to go to class now."

Kyle snapped his eyes open and saw that his friends were already walking off.

"Oh, shit! Guys wait up!" He called quickening his pace so he could catch up to them.

The four boys, along with some of their classmates entered the first class.

They all have the same class in the morning with some of their old classmates and in the afternoon they have different classes.

"Good morning." The teacher, Ms. Stewart, greeted placing her things on her desk.

"Alright, I'm too lazy to check attendance so if you're here just raise your hand."

The students rolled their eyes but raised their hands anyway.

"Ok," the woman nodded, "now whoever's not here raise your hands."

"She's kidding, right?" Kyle mumbled to Stan who just shrugged in response.

"Well, since everyone's here. Let's start the lesson, shall we." She picked up a novel and flipped the page where a bookmark was gently placed.

"Marjorine, would you tell us the psychological aspect in the third paragraph on page 105?"

"Um…she's not here, ma'am."

"What? Well, why the hell didn't she raise her hand earlier?" Instead, of answering, the students gave her a bemused look, "Ugh, never mind. Tweek go see where she is."

"GAH! Why me?" The teen jumped in his seat.

"Because, dude, she's your best friend." Kyle answered for the teacher.

"Secondbest friend." Craig corrected not looking up from the notebook he was doodling on. "I'm his first."

"Yeah, you want to be." Someone mumbled but instead of getting pissed Craig just flipped him off.

"f..fine I'm, ngh! Going."

"Please, hurry up." Ms. Stewart said handing the boy his hall pass.

He nodded politely and walked off.

"Ok," the teacher continued, "going back to page 105…"

Tweek walked in the hallways looking nervously around. He had always been afraid of a lot of things. And eerie, quiet hallways was one on his list.

But you know you don't have to be afraid anymore, right.

"Ngh!"

Because if something bad does happen,

"Oh, Jesus!"

You know you have the power to protect yourself.

"GAH!" the blonde exclaimed, "shutupshutupshutup!!!"

After Tweek calmed down, he finally saw where Marjorine was.

"H…hey, Marj…"

"I really don't know how I can help you."

Tweek heard his friend say and he almost thought she was talking to him until he noticed that she was facing the opposite way and that she doesn't even know he's there.

Uh, Marjorine…" Tweek asked nervously making the said person jump in surprise, "Who…who are you talking to?"

What the hell's taking him so long!?!

Craig glanced at his watch. Then went back to the pair of wings he was drawing on a page of his notebook.

That particular page was filled with doodles of clouds and wings.

Damn it! What if he scared himself again freaked out and got lost.

He shifted in his seat.

OR worse what if he realized that he was actually in love with Marjorine and the two decided to elope!

"MR. HARRIS WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF AND PAY ATTENTION."

The sudden outburst of the teacher made Craig, Clyde and everyone else jump in their seats. The few students who fell asleep bolted awake.

"And put your cell phone away before I confiscate it." Ms. Stewart warned turning back to the board.

"Ye..yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am." The boy stammered.

Craig could've sworn he heard Clyde mumble "this is all your fault." to the cell phone.

"Jesus, what the hell's taking Tweek so long?" The teacher asked herself, "Wendy would you please check to see if they're alright."

Wendy nodded and left as soon as she got her hall pass.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the school, Tweek and Marjorine were sitting side by side.

Let me get this straight," Tweek spoke sounding unusually calm, "you were talking to…a spirit."

Marjorine nodded not sure if she could find her voice.

"As in a ghost."

She nodded again, "um…Tweek…"

"you were talking to a ghost." Twitch.

"um…are…are you ok, Tweek?" Marjorine asked placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"JESUS CHRIST, MAN!" he finally snapped at the sudden contact.

"I guess not, look it's not a big deal." She tried to calm him.

"Not a big deal?!? Marjorine, there are ghosts in the school! GHOSTS!"

Tweek exclaimed twitching violently.

"Well, yeah but they're not bad, they're….wait! You believe me?" Marjorine exclaimed in an awed expression.

"Ngh! Of course I believe you!" Tweek answered, "Why wouldn't I? Oh God, please don't tell me that was just a sick joke."

"It was no joke! I'm serious." Marjorine shook her head, "you…you were the first one to know about…about me."

Tweek breathed a tired sigh, "how long have you known that you could," he cringed, "talk to ghosts."

Marjorine fiddled with her skirt. "Um…it was about 2 month's ago." she reminisced, "at first I got scared but after a while I got used to it."

"Yeah, that's something you can get used to." Tweek rolled his eyes, "Jesus, and I thought I was the only one who was going through crazy shit."

"Huh, what do you mean?" Marjorine asked, "Wait, are you…going through what I'm going through? Can…can you do what I can do?"

Tweek heaved a sigh, "Yes, I'm going through what your going through," he said, "But I can't do what you can do, Jesus, if I could I wouldn't know how to handle it!"

"So you have a special ability too!" Marjorine exclaimed, "That's wonderful! What can you do? Can you show me? Can ya? Can ya?"

"I'm…I'm not sure."

"Aw come on, Tweekers! Please?"

"Ugh, fine." Tweek looked around nervously, he then stepped back from Marjorine.

Tweek raised his arms in the air taking a deep breath.

"Watch." He instructed then after a few seconds a pink luminous sphere appeared above them.

Tweek moved his arms around making the sphere move as well.

"I…I can make it as soft as a bubble and as hard as diamonds." Tweek explained.

"What is it made of?" Marjorine asked gently touching the sphere she felt it buzz against her finger.

"I really don't know. I don't even know why I could do this." Tweek said as he made the thing disappear, "it's too much pressure man!"

"What do you think is happening to us?" Marjorine asked.

"I don't know, Marjorine." Tweek answered, "I wish I do, God I really wish I knew, but I don't."

"There you are!" Wendy suddenly arrived catching the two in surprise.

"Oh, Jesus!"

"W…Wendy, how…how long have you been there?" Marjorine asked nervously.

"Long enough." Wendy answered in a stern tone.

"I…um…"

"Oh!" Tweek looked down nervously, "Sweet Jesus!"

Wendy rolled his eyes, "long enough to say that you guys have officially cut a class! You guys totally missed first period."

"Oh yeah, I forgot, Ms. Stewart asked me to get you!" Tweek said tugging at his hear. "Oh, God I'm so stupid!"

"Calm down, Tweeky it's not a big deal." Wendy said, "let's just go back before the second bell rings."

"Yeah," Marjorine agreed, "let's do that."

Before they could get any further. They were met with Francis Weller. The school's resident, brand new, asshole.

"Well, well, well." He smirked placing his arms on his chest. "A bunch of goody-two shoes. Cutting classes?"

"Actually it's six shoes cause there's three of us and we only missed one class." Marjorine said.

"Whatever, you're a fag." The bully sneered.

"But…I quit being a biker." The cross dresser stated in confusion.

"I meant a GAY, fag, you fag!"

"Jesus, man! That's not nice!"

"Yeah," Wendy agreed , "Fuck off Francis!"

"Yeah, who's gonna make me? You? The Fag? or the spazz?" he asked before he started laughing.

His laughter was cut off however when the cover the cover of the trash can which was next to him hit him square in the face.

"OW!!! What the fuck?!" he exclaimed in pain, grabbing his bleeding nose, "how the hell did that happened?!?"

Wendy smirked.

Bull's eye!

Morning classes seem to whizz by and before they knew it lunch time had arrived.

The gang usually has lunch out doors in the field at the back of the school if the weather is good.

"I can't believe this! She's so unfair!" Stan exclaimed kicking his ground.

"You got that right." Kenny agreed.

"Totally." Clyde nodded.

"Who's unfair?" Cartman asked arriving at their usual spot carrying his lunch.

He saw that everyone in the group were already there. The said group consists of himself, Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Clyde, Marjorine, Craig, Tweek, Wendy and Bebe.

They had no idea how it happened but the ten of them had become really close through the years. It wasn't really much of a surprise since they all knew each other since they were in pre-school. But they had formed the group in the fifth grade, Token, Jimmy and Timmy, were a part of it but they moved away at the start of sixth grade.

They still stay in touch with the group, once in a while.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Cartman asked sitting down on his usual spot.

"Mr. Riley, remember?" Kyle answered, "He gave us the huge pile of homework for tomorrow."

"Oh, right." Cartman remembered how pissed of he was at their History teacher, "what an asshole!"

"It's not that bad." Wendy commented.

"That's easy for you to say." Kenny remarked, "You love History you totally get off on it."

"Shut up." The girl exclaimed playfully punching Kenny on the arm.

"But seriously, we can't finish that amount of homework in one day, we have other subjects to worry about." Stan said, "God! They should just fire him."

"You guys are worrying over nothing." Bebe said playing with her salad.

Her friends turned to her.

"Are you serious? You were there you saw how much homework he gave!"

"I know. But…" Bebe smiled, "who knows maybe something will come up tomorrow."

"Like what?" Craig scoffed.

Bebe smiled around her fork.

You'll see.

He breathes and gasps trashing against his blankets. Sweat running mercilessly down his face.

The cold hands hold on to him.

Grabbing him tighter and tighter....

"NO!!!"

Stan bolted awake. He sat up and rubbed his face.

Jesus, not again!

He took deep steady breaths and glanced at his digital clock. The red numbers stated that it was 7 in the morning.

What the hell!?! Damn it!!!

He sprinted down the stairs, pissed.

"Mom! Dad! Why the hell didn't you wake me up!!!" he exclaimed as soon as reached the dining room.

"Calm down, Stan." Sharon said casually getting his breakfast ready, "look outside."

Stan gave a confused look but did anyway. When he looked out the window he saw that it was poring rain outside. The wind was blowing hard and there was almost a flood.

"Holy shit, dude." Stan mumbled.

"We didn't wake you up 'because classes were canceled." Randy explained.

"Isn't it lucky, honey? Now you have more time to finish the unreasonable amount of homework your teacher gave you."

"Yeah," Stan said, "lucky."

Why do I have the feeling that luck has nothing to do with it?

A/N: Well that's it for now.

I know it's a little (a lot) crappy at first but it's just my second fic.

So please be gentle with me.

Well that's all for today.