Wow, I'm finally starting a fiction I'm gonna go through with…well, I'm Kyneron, and this is pretty much my first REAL fan fiction. I've submitted many others, but I always delete them in last minute because I freak out about how the outcome is gonna be (--'). Yeah. Well, the first chapter isn't that long, it's pretty much just to introduce…but there is a part in this chapter that will be part of a plot…but you won't find out what it is, yet! Muhahahahah!
Enter the lives of the sad, confused and hormone-invaded teenagers…of South Park.
Chapter One: Eight Long Years
It's Sunday afternoon in South Park, a tiny, snow covered town in Colorado. My story begins in the house of a sixteen year old boy…
"Come on, it's starting!"
The rather husky teenager stumbled across in through the door, discarding his yellow backpack to the floor and took the yellow hat off his head and shook his head, his brown, short hair waving around as it had not been combed. He brushed a load of snow off his large, baggy red shirt onto the floor which was covered by a green, plastic rug. He glanced at a picture of himself at age eight. That was eight years ago, he reminisced as he kicked off his black shoes and brushed off the last snow on his brown pants and finally left the hall and entered the Living Room which was colored the same bright yellow on the walls as the rest of the house, except for the basement. His mother, who was dressed in a long, blue dress, was sitting on the brown and quite worn out couch. She looked like she was around her early thirties. She untied the string that kept her long, brown hair in a bun at the back of her head and let it hang freely. The door opened, and two more boys came in.
"Hold on, Cartman!" One of them called. They were both very similar in their build, except the one with the crimson hair that was combed back on his head was a bit taller. They looked like any average, sixteen year old teenagers. The one with the crimson hair threw his brown cloak and revealed his blue jacket and white shirt. He brushed some snow off his black pants and entered the Living Room. "Has it started yet?" He wondered, looking at the husky boy, Cartman, with his large, green eyes. "Hi, Mrs. Cartman." The woman smiled at the boy.
"Yeah, it's just beginning!" Cartman said, sitting down on the couch. "Come on, sit down, Jew boy!" Cartman said, smiling a little and patting on the seat next to him. When they were younger, Cartman had always taunted the crimson haired boy for his Jewish background, but as they grew older-even Cartman who was incredibly childish and evil-they grew out of their constant feuds and their friendship improved considerably.
"Hi Mrs. Cartman!" The last boy with jet black hair that reached down to his ears said. He wore a black shirt, a red vest and a pair of blue jeans, black socks on his feet. His blue eyes instantly became fixed on the TV that stood just a small distance in front of the couch as he sat down on the floor in front of the couch. They were watching a reality show about a group of people who lived together in a luxurious mansion on an island far out at sea, separated from all civilisation, living on the food sent in once a week. They had gathered to watch the last episode together. The people on the show were competing for five million dollars, and there were only three left.
Cartman looked around. "Hey Kyle, didn't you tell Kenny to get over here today?" The crimson haired boy, Kyle, nodded.
"Yes I did…he said he would be here after school, he just had to go home and do something…I don't kn-" Suddenly, the door flew open, and a boy ran inside, closing the door. He wore a white shirt and an orange parka with the hood down. However, the jacket seemed a bit small for him. He also wore a pair of blue jeans. He had dirty blonde, messy hair. He was a bit taller than the other boys, and he was a bit thinner as well.
"Hey guys!" He smiled. "Sorry about the bust in…Jimmy's new wheelchair is really good and fast, but his jokes are just as bad as ever…he really can steer a wheelchair through ice…" The boy said, smiling.
"Hi, Kenny." Stan called, still watching the TV. "Come on, it's already started!" They all sat there, watching the show.
After two hours, the show finally came to its last minutes. Cartman's mother was no longer in the Living Room, she had left and went to her bedroom to ´sleep, which Cartman called ´doing the goddamn rubber stick. Kenny sat on the couch now, and they watched in anticipation, waiting for the man to reveal who had won the great prize.
"And the winner with ten-thousand, three-hundred and forty-two votes is…Vera Barnagan!" He announced, and the screams and cheers of people were heard not only from the TV, but from people in the houses along the street outside who were also watching the popular show. Kenny stood up and cried out in joy while Stan frowned. Cartman didn't say or do anything as he had his mouth full of snacks from a green bag in his hand that said 'Cheesy Poofs' on it, but Kyle started dancing around, laughing.
"Yes! Two hundred dollars, two hundred dollars!" He chanted as he danced around. "Craig owes me money, Craig owes me money!"
Afterwards, the boys decided to play some of the video games from Cartman's vast collection of games. Kenny, Kyle and Stan were playing while Cartman ate his Cheesy Poofs and watched. "Hey, can I copy your notes for the Science test, Kyle?" He asked.
"No, you should have thought of that yourself, dumbass." Kyle answered, not paying much attention to the round boy who looked like he was about to blow a tantrum.
"Aye!" He exclaimed, his face becoming red.
"Well, I gotta go. As the big man himself once said…" Kenny pointed against the door. "Screw you guys, I'm-a goin' home." And with that, the blonde boy left the others. Soon, Stan and Kyle left as well. Cartman switched the channel and continued chomping down Cheesy Poofs.
Tadaa? I guess that's the end of the first chapter, huh? Let me know if you like it…and if you don't, quote, you can suck my tiny balls. (Only a quote, don't get any ideas of the size, jackass…)