It was a moment of truth, and a moment of death as the metal had fallen onto the small boy, crushing every bone and muscle in his body. He felt the life deteriorate as if he was a single cracker crumb in water. His smile vanished beneath the thing, becoming an obstruction and symbol of death, yet there was no pain. It happened quick enough, that the boy didn't feel the pain, and he was happy about that.
The boy was sent somewhere, yet he couldn't remember anything about where he was sent, but the boy woke up in a strange bed, in a strange house, and his parents were there. The boy lived there for sometime, before he felt a sudden rising sensation one day, and he woke up in a different bed.
The bed was the same bed he had had before in elementary school. The walls were the same colors they had always been, and his parents were his parents from elementary school. The boy soon lost all memories of his time in whatever dimension he was in and soon fell into the habit of being taught in a private school.
The boy's name. . .well, it was Pip Pirrup, of course. He had died, but someone had filed a complaint to God for his safe return, to which the ruler kindly onjected for some time. After having the complaint sent multiplt times, the lord sent the boy back down to Earth, but he changed his predicament so that everybody thought that he was in a hospital, being treated for his wounds.
. . .And that was how Pip came back to life. . .His parents sent him to a private school, and drove him to the next town so that the children in his normal class didn't see him. . .At least until high school.
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"Pip, honey? Wake up! It's the first day of High School!" A sweet feminine voice called from downstairs. The blonde boy woke up, rubbing his tired eyes. He yawned, and sat up from the warmth. His baby blue blanket slid off of his slim figure, drifting and finally stopping around his fragile waist. He streched his arms to the side of hisself, and swung his legs over his bed, the blanket following.
Pip's feet touched the soft carpeted ground, instantaneously sending a shiver up the slendor boy's spine. He stood up, his nightgown attacking gravity as far as his knees. The fluffy white carpet wanted to blend in with the pale boy, but Pip kept it at bay by walking to his closet. He slid the blue door open, and pulled out the clothes he wished to wear today.
Over the past years, Pip had changed on the inside and the out. He was still nice enough to walk Grandmother's across the street, but he was less trusting of people and more cautious of children his age. His naiive streak was still stuck to him, but he wasn't stupid enough to place his life in danger anymore. He couldn't remember why his trust had broken so much, and he couldn't remember why he wasn't as naiive anymore, not that the English boy really cared. It was better this way, right?
On the outside, Pip looked different yet the same. His hair was still blonde and it was as straight as a pole, yet it was longer as it brushed his neck when he bent over to change into his clothes. His frame had become lean and slim, almost a delicious sense to it. The upper half of him was physically weak, as he didn't have P.E. in his private school, and his lower half would've made any man gay for even awhile. His legs screamed hooker, and his butt attracted men like bees to honey. His fashion sense had banished his name, as he slipped into his black skinny jeans that tightly surrounded his ass. His old styled white shirt had been traded in for a blue dress shirt, and his red jacket had long been forgotten for a new black and white zebra jacket with headphones connected for his I-Pod.
Through all these changes, Pip still had a gatsby hat, but it was now pure white, matching his floor in shade and texture, as the hat was soft to the touch. Pip's face had changed somewhat into a teenagers. He had a perfect complexion, being blessed with having no acne, yet he had a scar just under his left ear, but he couldn't remember where he had gotten it. His face was slightly angular, but that was looked over with his blue, almond-shaped eyes, and perfect button nose. Overall, Pip looked like a perfect specimen of homosexuality or a victim of rape.
The English boy finished applying the eyeliner he occasionally wore, and stood up to look at himself in his mirror. After he had gotten dressed, he had slipped his book bag over his shoulder and it had fallen quietly to his side. The boy smiled, liking how well-dressed he looked and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
He rode the railing downstairs, and as he rounded the corner of the railing, his mother also turned, coming upstairs to get her son up.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, holding her hand to her heart. "I was just coming up there to get you, Pip." She smiled, still clutching her heart.
Pip returned the smile, pecked her on the cheek, and rushed into the yellow kitchen to eat the pancakes his mother had prepared for the family. "Where's father?" Pip asked, shoving the pancakes into his mouth. He had also developed an apitite for food over the past year or so, which didn't show at all on his physique.
His mother sat down to finish her coffee. "He left early this morning. His boss wanted him to come in early."
Pip and his mother ate their breakfast, and when they finished, the two drove to school. As Pip was stepping out of the car, his mother beckoned to him again. He bent down and she kissed him on the cheek. "Be safe, honey", she uttered, smiling again.
Pip smiled back, saying, "I'll be sure to, mother." And with that, he turned around and walked into the high school's doors. Blue lockers lined the school like ants, with doors only seen once in a awhile. People were leaning against lockers, their stuff in the one beside it. Many girls were in cliques, talking about some cute boy they had seen, and many guys were standing, staring at the new kids that happened to accidentally look at them.
The english boy held a piece of paper that told him which locker was his, and as he walked toward it, people he knew in elementary school followed him with their eyes, wondering who the new kid was.
One group in particular was staring, debating on what Pip's identity really was.
"I'm telling you, it's a gay kid!" Cartman told Kyle, Stan, and Kenny. His voice had become deeper, and by standards that any girl could obviously hear, but Cartman was still a big asshole.
Kyle stared hard at the new kid, vaguely remebering the gatsby hat, but the outfit and face was a blank in his mind. "He's. . .someone I know?" Kyle said, but it sounded like he was guessing or asking the others that question.
Stan stood next to Kyle, protectively placing his hand on the ginger's head. "I know what you mean, man", he softly spoke, staring at the guy.
Kenny, who was looking for someone else to hang out with, turned to the new kid and smirked. "I think it's Pip, guys."
Cartman ignored him and looked back at Kyle. "He kinda looks like you, Kyle."
Kyle glared at the other, "I know what you mean, Cartman. But at least I can find someone who loves me for me."
That didn't seem to faze Cartman as he smirked. "But at least I'm not a jewish faggot who's in love with his best friend."
Kenny cleared his throat, and the other three turned around. "It's Pip, guys", he repeated himself, pointing at the new kid, "He was in our third and fourth grade class, and he dissappeared for the remainder of elmentary school and the whole of middle school."
Stan almost gagged on the water he was drinking, Kyle opened his mouth and stared, wide-eyed, and Cartman slowly turned his thick neck around, surveying Pip like he was a poisonous snake. "No, way. . .", All three said in never before heard unision.
The group watched as Pip opened his locker and gave a squeal. In it, the english boy had found a dirty piece or paper with mold and spider-webs. "Ew!" Pip jumped away and fished out a tissue from his bag, clearing the paper and mold from his locker like a scared woman to a mouse. After that, he placed three tissues down in his locker, and then stacked his books on the top. The boy stepped back, surveying his locker, and smiled, loving how small and docile it looked.
"P-pip?" Kyle whispered, but the boy had already turned away from the other, happily walking down the school hallway.
As Pip walked, the bell rang, and he grinned. My first time in a public school since I was nine! He thought happily, loving how good he felt. He walked into his first period class, sitting down in the fron, ready to learn.
Kyle walked in after Pip, sitting down next to the blonde, still looking him over. Holy shit! Kyle thought. He looks freaking amazing!
The teacher came in, explaining that this class was not to be taken lightly. The homework would be though, the course would be horrid, and your study skills would be tested. Pip listened, coming in and out of a daze, until Kyle poked him. "Ow!" Pip squeaked but then covered his mouth with his hand, happy that the teacher was either too old to hear, or too involoved to understand that it wasn't a sneeze.
A kid in the back said bless you to which Pip replied with a courteous thank you. Pip turned to Kyle, "What?"
Kyle smiled and waved at the boy. "Hey, Pip! Remember me?"
Pip looked the boy up and down, realizing he did know the boy. His ginger hair was straightened and down, with nothing covering the top, and his green eyes seemed to gleem with memories unknown by Pip. The boy wore a long sleeved green shirt, and dark skinny jeans, finishing with wamr looking black Uggs. Pip cocked his head and tried to remember back to elementary school. "Kyle?" He guessed and the ginger smiled back. "Oh, my gosh! You look so different!" Pip exclaimed, looking him over again.
"Me!?" Kyle asked exasperated. "I didn't even know you were Pip until Kenny said something! Have you seen how much you've changed!?"
"Ahem?" An old voice asked, and both boys flicked their attention to the teacher. "And as I was saying. . .", she started again, rasping about how Algebra 2 was one of the toughest classes and that the freshmen in this class are smarter, blah, blah, blah.
The two boys began talking again, and Kyle realized about halfway through the period that Pip had changed on the inside too. Usually nervous and naiive, the boy seemed to have a small defense about him. Pip was still a happy boy who talked polite and always let people interrupt him, as Kyle tried this three or four time, but he was still different.
After class, Kyle walked with Pip to their second period.
During lunch, Kyle asked the boy to sit with his friends under the tree they had claimed, and Pip was more than happy to be apart of something. Kyle brought the english boy over, and sat down, nudging into Stan and laying down on him.
Stan smiled. "Geez, Kyle", he started, "can you be anymore needy and clingy?"
Kyle told the older to fuck off, and looked over to Pip. "You can sit down, you know?"
"Oh!" Pip sqeauked and sat down. "Thank you terribly for the welcome, Kyle." Pip eyed Sran and Kyle. "Are you two. . .?"
"Going out?" Kyle finished, looking up at Stan's face. "Yeah. . .Ever since the middle of summer this year."
Pip smiled. "That's good to hear. I always knew you liked Stan." As Stan laughed while Kyle turned red, Pip looked over his shoulder and froze.
A tall boy was standing under the shade of the tree with another four boys. His eyes looked to be emblem of fires straight from hell, whereas his hair warned of Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven. He was wearing a long sleeved black shirt that tucked into his black jeans. His belt had a picture of hell fire on the belt-buckle, and their were deadly looking trinkets covering the belt. His black army boots were laced under his pants, and the grass where he stood looked to be simmering after a fire.
Pip snapped his head back to the front of his body, but the other's gaze followed him and bore into his back like a lasor hell-bent on killing him. "Umm, Kyle?" He asked, whispering at the two boys.
Kyle looked up from Stan. "What's wrong, Pip?"
Pip pointed behind him. "Who the hell is staring at me?"
The ginger looked over to see a dark figure with Craig's group. He was staring at Pip with something in his eyes. . .A stare that Stan had only seen with Stan a few minutes before the elder had confessed his love to him. "That's Damien", Kyle whispered, still staring as if in a vision, "and he's staring at you like how Stan stares at me sometimes."
Stan looked over to Craig's group and spotted Damien instantaneously. "Holy shit, dude", he spoke softly yet firmly, "what the fuck is wrong with him?"
Pip shrugged, but looked back anyway and smiled, waving at Damien like he was his best friend, which he was for a short while back in elementary school.
Damien froze, staring at Pip's gesture. He remembers! He thought, standing straight, about to rush over. . .But he stopped himself, remembering that he was the one who had erased the blonde's memory in the first place. "I can't let him know about this. . .", Damien whispered to himself, breaking his eye contact with Pip to stare at the ground, "I just can't watch him suffer anymore. And if that means no. . ." Damien didn't finish his last thoughts as he turned back toward Craig's group to talk about rabies or whatever the hell they were talking about.
Pip turned his attention back to Kyle and Stan as Cartman came over to sit with them also, Kenny following with Butters behind him. What the bloody hell is wrong with him? Pip thought, glancing back over to Damien, who had turned away by now.
". . .I can't do this. . .too much. . .ve you. . .rup. . ."
Pip blinked his eyes and held his head in his hands. What was that? He thought, turning back to Damien, who had completely forgotten about the English boy. His breathing became irrational, but Pip didn't alert the other boys, claiming that he was happy that they had accepted him. But the boy couldn't get Damien out of his mind, and that was all he could think about as he went to sleep that night.