Author's Note: Ok! This is my first new fanfiction in a number of years! The last time I wrote a South Park story was in 2009 (if I remember correctly) when I was still enlisted in the Marine Corps. I wrote two stories that put the kids in a middle school setting. The stories were "South Park Middle School" if you think you can find them ;) And no, I don't remember my old screen name on here so it might be tough for ya to track them down!
Anyway, I want to continue the South Park Middle School setting here, so this story sets the kids in the 8th grade. Now, let's get down to the particulars!
Looks: The kids pretty much look like they did in elementary school but are of course taller and have somewhat deeper voices.
Relationship wise: Stan and Wendy are still hanging in there; Kyle, Cartman, Kenny all single. Kenny is actually somewhat of a player ;) Butters is dating the OC, Kristal, that I created in my older SP Middle School stories (you gotta track em down to learn about her!); Craig is a 'player' like Kenny, and finally Clyde is kind of an arrogant douchebag (a single arrogant douchebag at that).
Other: Firkle, the kindergarten goth, is of course no longer in kindergarten but is now in the 4th grade at SP Elementary (SPE). He is the 'leader' of the goths there, and Ike is a goth in his group! Firkle, Ike, and the other SPE goths may or may not make an appearance in this fic. I haven't made up my mind! ALSO, in case you don't know who the Goths are by name: Michael is 'Tall Goth' with the cane, Henrietta is the female goth, and Pete is the goth with the purple shoes and red streak in his hair.
Anyway! On to the story! Oh, by the way, this first chapter is going to be written in 'script mode' as that is my own personal preference. When you review the chapter, please say something on whether or not you like the script format or not!
The camera shows the front of South Park Middle School. It is much larger than SP Elementary, and has many more students. It is the early morning before school and students are filing in before first bell. A bus rolls up to the sidewalk in front of the school where Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny emerge.
Stan: Well, here it is..the first day of eighth grade dudes.
Kyle: Ugh. I already want to get it over with.
Cartman: I'm just ready to get done with school completely.
Kyle: That's not a surprise. You've never been one for academics, fatass.
Cartman: Fuck you, Jew!
Stan (rolls eyes): Dudes, please don't start that this early. I'm not in the mood.
Kenny (unhooded now!): Seriously.
A car pulls up to the sidewalk where the bus just drove off. Wendy and Bebe emerge from the backseat as the car pulls away.
Wendy: Hey babe!
Stan: Hey.
Stan and Wendy kiss. The other boys are looking at Bebe. She has grown into a beautiful blonde and is regarded as one of the hottest girls in school.
Kenny: And how are YOU doing today, gorgeous?
Bebe (giggling): Always the flirter, huh Kenny?
Kenny: You better believe it honey.
Cartman: Morning, ho.
Bebe (rolling her eyes): Eric.
Stan: We better get inside. First bell is in five minutes!
They start walking towards the front door. Stan looks over to the side of the building. Michael, Pete, and Henrietta (the Goths, of course!) are heading for the back of the school just like they did in elementary school.
Stan: Uhh, you guys go on inside. I'll catch up in a second.
Kyle: Better hurry dude.
Stan kisses Wendy and moves around the crowd of students going inside. He heads to the back of the school where the Goths are. They are already smoking cigarettes.
Stan: Hey dudes.
Michael: Raven. (remember that this was Stan's name when he was a goth in the show)
Stan: Umm..you think I can bum a smoke off you guys real quick?
Pete: Your woman STILL doesn't know you smoke?
Stan: No, and I want to keep it that way!
Henrietta: She's got you on a little leash, I see.
Stan (hesitating): No!
Michael: Whatever.
He hands Stan a cigarette. Stan lights it up and starts smoking really fast.
Pete: Raven, what the hell?
Stan: I don't want to be late to class dude!
Michael: Pathetic conformist.
The bell rings for first bell (the warning bell that means you only have five MORE minutes until class starts).
Stan: Oh shit!
Michael: Better run along, little Raven.
Stan: Screw you dude. Oh, thanks for the cig.
Michael: Whatever.
Pete: I'll go in with you. I gotta take a piss.
Stan and Pete head around to the front of the building to the front door and go inside.
Stan: Dude, you guys need to come to class. I mean, seriously, how do you guys even pass every grade if you don't come to class hardly ever?!
Pete: We just go in for tests and hand in homework and we do fine.
Stan: Still a damn miracle you guys pass…
Pete: Where the hell's the bathroom anyway?
Stan points to some lockers that end at a corner.
Stan: Just around the corner of those lockers.
Pete: Good.
Stan: See ya, Pete.
Pete: Whatever.
Stan heads to class while Pete walks to the lockers. As soon as he goes around the corner Bebe is coming from the other side. They both run directly into each other and knock each other down to the ground.
Bebe: OWW!
Pete: For fuck's sake!
They sit on the floor, looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Pete gets up slowly and brushes himself off. Bebe is still sitting on the floor. She crosses her arms.
Bebe: Umm, excuse me?
Pete: What?
Bebe: Were you considering helping me up to my feet?
Pete: Wasn't planning on it.
Bebe: How nice of you.
Pete: I'm not a nice guy.
Bebe: I can see that. Even still, I'd like some help up.
Pete rolls his eyes, and slightly lowers his hand down to Bebe. She grasps it and lifts herself up.
Bebe: Thanks.
Pete: Whatever.
Bebe cocks her head and looks at Pete, studying him.
Bebe: Wait, do you even go to this school?
Pete: If you want to call it that, yes.
Bebe: How come I never see you in class?
Pete: I keep a low profile.
Bebe: Hmm. Well, uh…maybe I'll see you around sometime.
Pete: Probably not.
She slightly shakes her head and rolls her eyes. She turns away and starts walking off.
Bebe: Well, see ya later.
Pete: Whatever.
Bebe heads to class. Pete walks towards the bathroom, but turns around to look at her as she walks off. He shrugs slightly and goes inside.
Bebe gets to class just as the final bell is ringing.
Mr. Bill (the teacher): Well, nice of you to join us today Miss Stevens.
Bebe: Sorry!
She rushes to her seat besides Wendy.
Wendy (leaning over, whispering): What happened? You were almost late and you are never late to class!
Bebe (whispering): I ran into somebody in the hall, literally!
Wendy: Really? Who?
Bebe: I don't really know…he had a red streak in his hair, purple shoes, a silver bolo tie with a red center…
Wendy: Hmmm…sounds like one of Stan's old friends.
Mr. Bill: Ladies, would you mind NOT whispering in my class?
Cartman: Maybe they are talking about their periods! HAHA!
Mr. Bill: And would YOU mind not being stupid in my class Eric?
Everyone laughs at Cartman. He rolls his eyes and slumps in his seat.
Cartman: Weak!
LATER…the same kids in this class are in history class that is taught by none other than…Mr. Garrison!
Garrison: And THAT is how Lincoln rode a stallion into the Soviet lines and personally won World War 4. Now, as you all may know we have a pep rally this afternoon for the game on Thursday night.
Kids: AWWW!
Garrison: I know, I know. I don't want to go to this thing either, but you all have to.
Wendy: Mr. Garrison, we cheerleaders need to get going to prepare for the pep rally!
Garrison: Ok, run along now.
Wendy, Bebe, Kristal (see my author's note at the beginning of the fiction), and other girls who are cheerleaders head out. The boys are staring at them as they leave.
Craig: There goes the best part of this class.
Kenny: You've got that right dude.
Cartman: You know, guys, I could land one of those cheerleaders if I wanted to.
Kenny, Craig, Stan, and Kyle look at each other and all laugh.
Mr. Garrison: And WHAT is so funny?
Kyle: Fatass here thinks he can land one a date with one of the cheerleaders!
Mr. Garrison is silent for a few seconds but then starts giggling.
Mr. Garrison: Hee hee…ok, that IS pretty fucking funny.
Cartman: Dammit, don't laugh at me!
Craig: Well, what do you expect us to do fatass?
Cartman: You guys don't believe in my abilities?
Kyle/Kenny/Stan/Craig: No.
Cartman: I BET that I can land a date with one of the cheerleaders by this coming Friday night for the dance! (foreshadowing!)
Craig: I'm willing to put money on it if you can.
Kyle: Me too.
Mr. Garrison: Hell, count me in too.
Kyle: Then it is settled. If you can land a date for the dance Friday night by at LEAST Friday afternoon when school is over, we will all chip in and pay you $200.00!
Cartman: Fine! Easiest $200.00 I ever made!
Craig: BUT, if you don't land a date you have to show up to the dance Friday night and crash it by running through the dance floor wearing a cheerleader outfit!
Kyle: Oh HELL YEAH dude!
Kenny: I can't wait to see this.
Cartman: Well, prepare to be disappointed assholes!
Mr. Garrison: Oh please Eric, just get ready to dress up like a cheerleader already.
Cartman: Aye!
Mr. Garrison: Anyway, back to Lincoln's victory over the Soviets at the Battle of Toronto….
A little while later…Mr. Garrison is leading his students to the gym for the pep rally. The halls are filled with students who are all heading that way. Garrison happens to look out a window that looks into the back of the school. He sees the Goth kids sitting and smoking.
He goes outside a door that is nearby that leads outside.
Garrison: What the hell are you doing?
Michael: Smoking, it looks like.
Garrison: Well, you are students here so get up and get to the gym for the pep rally.
Henrietta: You HAVE to be joking, right?
Garrison (sarcastically): Oh yes, I'm totally joking. Now get your asses up and to the gym NOW!
Goths: Awww!
They reluctantly get up and follow him and the other students into the gym. They go up the gym bleachers to the very top to a corner. They sit down and all pull out the cigarettes they had been smoking outside (kept in their pockets). They light them up and start smoking. The gym bleachers quickly fill up with students from all the grades. The principal comes to the center of the gym with a microphone.
Principal: Hello students! Are we ready for a pep rally?!
Students (besides Goths): YAY!
Principal: All right! Well, let's welcome our cheerleaders who will lead us into this rally!
The cheerleaders leap out of a side door into the center of the gym and start their routine, led by Wendy.
Wendy: South Park Middle! Follow our lead!
The students enthusiastically follow along with the cheerleaders in the cheer routine. The Goths keep sitting and smoking, totally disinterested.
Michael: Pathetic. Stupid conformists, all dancing to the strings of their puppetmasters.
Henrietta: Totally.
Pete is slowly smoking his cigarette and looking down at the cheerleaders. His eyes are fixed on Bebe as she dances and gyrates to the routine.
Pete: Yeah….uh…pathetic. Conformists.
Michael and Henrietta raise their eyebrows and exchange a quick glance at each other. On the other end of the bleachers Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, Craig, Clyde, and Butters are sitting in the same area. Butters is enthusiastically following the cheer routine and clapping his hands.
Cartman: Butters, dammit…you are such a gaywad.
Clyde: At least he dates one of the hottest girls in the school.
Kyle: By the way dude, you missed what happened in Garrison's history class! Fatass thinks he can get a date with one of the cheerleaders by Friday afternoon for the dance Friday night!
Clyde (laughing): What?!
Cartman: I don't THINK I can, Jew! I KNOW I can!
Stan: Dude, you are going to lose this bet! Just accept reality!
Cartman: You guys just underestimate me!
Kyle: Yeah right!
Butters sits back down, but his eyes are still glued to Kristal.
Butters: Kristal looks so sexy in that uniform! She…
Cartman (leaning over to Butters): Butters, I need to see you tomorrow morning before school. I need…uh…I need…your he…I need your help with something.
Butters (confused): Why sure, Eric! What do you need help with?
Cartman: Not now, dammit! I'll tell you in the morning!
Butters: Oh..ok then.
The pep rally goes on a bit longer and then ends. Since it is the end of the school day the students are all free to leave. Everyone is filing out of the gym.
Michael: Free at last, free at last.
Henrietta: If that shit had gone on any longer, I would have strangled myself.
Pete stands up and starts patting his shirt and pant pockets.
Pete: Shit! I left my smokes in the back of the school.
Michael: You just smoked a cigarette when we got in here though.
Pete: I had that one in my pocket already.
Michael (rolling eyes): Whatever. We are heading to the coffee shop.
Pete: Be there in a bit.
Pete heads out of the gym and goes to the back of the school. He finds his pack of cigs on the ground. He picks them up and is about to leave when a side door nearby bursts open. The cheerleaders, now changed in regular clothes, come out. Wendy and Bebe step out last.
Wendy: GREAT job girls! Let's be ready for the game Thursday night!
The girls disperse. Bebe happens to glance over and sees Pete about ten yards away.
Bebe: Hey, I'll meet you at your mom's car in a second.
Wendy: Oh, ok. See you there.
Wendy heads to the front of the school. Bebe walks slowly over to Pete. Pete watches her approach from the corner of his eyes.
Bebe: Well, seems like we just keep running into each other.
Pete: Hopefully not literally again.
Bebe (laughing): Wow! You can actually crack a joke! I'm impressed.
Pete: It doesn't happen often so enjoy it while it lasts.
Bebe: How sad.
Pete: Not really.
Bebe: Well, nice seeing you again.
Pete: Whatever.
Bebe (shaking her head, saying under her breath): Why did I even bother…
Pete: I can't answer that one.
Bebe rolls her eyes and turns around to leave.
Bebe: See you around sometime.
Pete: Yep.
She walks away towards the front of the school. Pete's eyes drift down to her 'backside' as she walks away.
Pete (to self): Yeah..see you around.
He lights up a cig and heads in the direction of the coffee shop….
Well, that's the end of chapter one! Hope everyone enjoyed it and PLEASE review if you read this. I love getting feedback and it motivates me to keep writing chapters and stories. Feel free to add some input of your own about what you might want to see in this story. For example, does anyone want me to put at least some small side story with Firkle's goth group at the elementary school? Also, feel free to leave your comments on what you think about the 'script view' format I use. I personally prefer it, but I want to know what you as the readers feel. Thanks and stay tuned for the second chapter that's coming soon!