I really hate my job. Not only don't they let me wear my hat but the uniform makes it even easier for customer to mistake me for a girl, if that was even possible. My name is Kyle Broflovski and I am a sophmore at South Park High and for some reason I just can't seem to put on any weight. Normally boys my age have to worry about girlfriends or acedemics or even pimples, but not me. Mostly because I don't have time to date anyone, I always have good grades and I've never so much as had a blemish on my skin. To most people this would sound like a dream come true but not for me because what I have to deal with is much worse then acme or a failing grade. I am the smallest person in my class, hell I'm even smaller then half the girls at school which include some of the incoming freshman. It really sucks being the scrawny kid in school. But that's not the worst of it. Ever since that goddamn play last year girls at school have been targeting me. Now this wouldn't be that bad if their main purpose for persuing me were not to dress me up like a barbie doll in those frilly pink dresses. I mean you would think being the second best basketball player in school (Token being the obvious first), the boxing champoin of Colorado, and a first degree black belt in both karate and judo would count for something, but despite my good eating habits and my constant physical workout I wasn't even a third the size of that fatass Cartman. It just wasn't fair. Not only that but due to my small stature I was often over powered by other simply because they had more body mass then I did. I sighed as I finished what I was doing and went to help a customer.
"Howdy little lady, what do you say after work you and I get together and have some fun?" the customer asked. God it was going to be a long night.
When I finally got home I was a little passed 8pm and I was dead beat. Especially after the slimy old man who had hit on him wouldn't go home. As I made my way to my room my mother yelled at me that dinner would be ready in about 15 minutes. And with that I went up to my room only to discover my brother Ike there.
"Ike what are you doing in my room?" I asked him as I walked in and layed across my bed.
When he turned to me Ike had that face on that told me that he had a really bad day and wanted to sleep in my room tonight. I sighed again and then sat up on my bed.
"Alright you can sleep with me tonight just don't hag the covers like you did last time," I shrugged.
At this Ike's face glowed with joy as he jumped out of my desk chair and came to the bed to hug me. The reason I let Ike sleep with me sometimes is because it's the only time he gets to talk about what all is bothering him and stuff like that. Stuff he would never be able to talk to mom about and I should know since I was his age once. So spending a night or two helping my little brother out with his problems and them letting him sleep in the same bed as me wasn't really that big a deal. After all it's practically the only time we get to spend together these days.
The next morning I found Ike with his arms around my neck and his face pressed against my sholder as if he had been crying on me while we slept. Of course with all the crap he's been through I wouldn't blame him. Beside this wasn't as bad as last time where he wound up laying on my private area. I still can't figure out how he got down there.