Hi there! This is my first fanfiction with over 2,000 words! This contains VERY TINY TINY TINY hints of yaoi! Sorry :P This was supposed to be a yaoi story, but I can't do that. Anyways, I hope you like it!

It was a quiet morning in South Park. Nothing strange happened in the past few days, and nobody got hurt or died.

Nobody died, except Kenny.

The poor boy died everyday and was brought back to life in the middle of the night. He suffered everyday. He was in pain and suffering, and none of his friends remembered he had died at all.

None of them.

Kenny was lying in his bed, writing down what had happened the day before.

"Died... at... 11:05 PM... Thursday... on... December 13, 2012..." Kenny sighed and continued writing on his notebook filled with memories and details of his deaths, along with some drawings he made. "At... the cemetery... while... lighting a campfire... when-"

Kenny's pencil lead broke. Again.

He rolled his eyes and got the small piece of pencil lead that had broken and held it between his fingernails. "I guess I have to write with this."

Kenny wrote the last few words down. "-I... tried... to... help Craig... with... his... sleeping bag." He shut the book.

He put it back under his pillow and thought about what happened yesterday.

KENNY'S POV

A few days ago, all of the boys went camping out in the cemetery as a dare to see who would chicken out first. Cartman started the dare, and invited me, Kyle, Stan, Butters, Craig, Tweek, Token, Clyde, Timmy, Jimmy, and Kevin (Cartman also wanted to invite Pip, but thought he would drag Damien along with him). Cartman asked Kevin where he thought the scariest place in South Park was.

He said The Barber Shop, and that's how he didn't get to go. Token said that he thought the cemetery was the scariest place. Everyone else agreed, and so they decided to go there.

I wanted to say Mr. Garrison's backyard, but they couldn't hear me.

The day they planned to do it was on Wednesday the 12, because after Friday there would be snow and all that crap falling out of the sky.

We couldn't do that since there was going to be construction on that day, so it was rescheduled to Thursday.

We all arrived at the cemetery at about 6:30 PM that night with all the stuff that we brought.

When we got to the front of the gate, however, Butters got frightened at the sight of the gate. He chickened out the first few minutes he was there. Everyone watched him run home and laughed their asses off.

Craig and Stan were recording him on their phones. They were laughing so hard that they couldn't focus the phone correctly, so they just recorded a blur and 3 minutes of the ground and the sky.

Cartman chuckled evilly and checked his name of the list that he was carrying.

Kyle and Timmy were watching in boredom, and Jimmy and Tweek didn't see what happened. I was sad that he was gone. He was my best friend.

After they were done laughing, we climbed over the gate with our stuff.

Unfortunatly, Timmy and Jimmy couldn't get over the gate (amazing how Cartman got over it though) so they had to go home.

I thought that was just horrible! They didn't chicken out, but they had to go home just because they couldn't get over the fucking gate!

Cartman checked both their names off the list and continued walking with the rest of us.

I pulled out my iPod that Butters had given me for my birthday (he was the only one who remembered my birthday) and turned it on. I noticed that everyone was either talking to someone else or calling their parents explaining that they would be home late. I knew that they were worried, but I wasn't.

I had some friends over at this cemetery that I knew pretty well.

When we got to our destination, Token suggested that we should set up a camp so we could feel more comfortable. Everyone agreed, so yes, we set up a small camp with all our sleeping bags set out and laid on the ground. I didn't bring mine, since I didn't have one. I brought my stupid orange hood though. I thought it was a nice blanket since it was warm.

We were there for a few hours. When the sun went down, Cartman planned to roam to cemetery.

Clyde and Token said that they didn't want to walk around the cemetery when it was dark.

I didn't want to either, but I didn't say it outloud. Cartman said that they were chickens, so he sent them home and checked their names off the list.

Me, Kyle, Stan, Craig, and Tweek were the only ones remaining along with Cartman. All the rest went home. They didn't bother taking their stuff home, so I guess we could use their bags and everything.

Stan was curled up by Tweek talking about how Justin Bieber sucks, and Cartman was looking over all of us, eating chips.

Craig and I were trading Playboy magazines.

Kyle was alone, shivering. He was constantly looking at his wristwatch mumbling what the time was. I overheard him and I heard him say 8:22 PM. God, we were here for almost 2 hours. We looked pretty fucked up right here.

I hope nobody could see us.

WRONG.

All of us heard Shelly, Stan's sister, yelling out his name by the front of the gate.

All of us panicked and ran to a ditch in the middle of the cemetery.

I guess they forgot to put the dirt back in, because I saw a dead corpse right in front of us. Come to think of it, it looked a lot like my girlfriend from 4th grade. She died from a monkey throwing a coconut at her head. Weird, huh?

I was in 6th grade now, so I guess she didn't really matter to me.

She probably wouldn't have remembered me if she was still alive anyways.

Stan was still running towards us.

Cartman refused to let him in the ditch with us, and told him to go back home with his bitchy sister.

Stan had no choice. Shelly would've found out sooner or later.

Kyle begged for Stan to stay, but Cartman just shoved Kyle out of the ditch and told him to go home too.

I wanted to stop Cartman from sending BOTH of them home, but I couldn't, or else I would have to go home too.

To pass the time away, I touched the dead corpse in the ditch, and I saw her glow. Her spirit appeared next to her.

It's a gift I had. I could bring people's dead spirits to me when I'm bored.

I didn't think that the other guys could see her, or that she could see the boys. I held her hand and closed my eyes. We had a short conversation.

"Hi, Kate." I started the converstion.

"Hi, Kenny. It's been a while." She replied.

"Did you get accepted?"

"Yeah. Isn't it great? It's wonderful up there in Heaven."

"I've never been there. I saw you get your wings though. You looked beautiful in them."

"Thanks, Kenny. You wouldn't look so bad if you had them too."

"I hate to break it to you, but I'm never going to get those wings for real."

"You mean... you're going down there?"

"No, I'm never going to die, unless I want to. And when I do, I can't go anywhere. I'll be in nothing."

"What do you mean nothing?"

"I mean, when I die, I'm going to be stuck in my dead body, and my spirit won't be released. I'll be dead in darkness, and that's that."

"Oh! That's terrible. I feel really really sorry for you."

"Yeah, well, I've been thinking about visiting Heaven, but I always seem to appear farther away from the gates of Heaven everytime I die."

"You're doing something wrong, Kenny."

"What am I doing wrong?"

"You're jacking off in front of your friends while talking to me, and that kind of stuff sends you farther away from where you want to go."

And she was right, I was.

"Oh CRAP! I'm so sorry! I'm so so so sorry!"

"No problem. I heard it's a natural habit of most human boys."

"Uh, yeah, it is. But, how can you see my friends?"

"Well, I can see you, can't I?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Can they see you though?"

"No. Only you can."

"Can they hear you?"

"Nope."

"Oh. That's a relief. I was wondering if they were going to freak out or something, but since they can't hear you, I guess I'll tell you about-"

"They can hear YOU though."

And... my brain went numb.

"Uh... Whaa?"

"They can hear you. Your friends can hear you."

"Shit. They must think I'm insane. I gotta go, Kate."

"Okay. I hope I'll see you later."

"Yeah. See you."

I winked at her and kissed her. Then I let go of her hand and she disappeared. My surroundings came back.

I wondered what the guys were thinking of me right now. I felt someone shaking me.

It was Craig, and he was the only one by me. The other boys were out of the ditch and were talking by the camp place.

I guess Kyle and Stan must be gone now.

"Kenny! Kenny, you okay dude?"

I wonder why Craig was the only one who stayed by my side while I was talking to Kate. "I'm fine, Craig."

"I saw her... I saw her, dude!" Craig whispered.

"Yeah, right." I laughed.

"No, it was her, Kate, my cousin!"

UH. KATE WAS CRAIG'S COUSIN?

"That was my girlfriend from 4th grade... You never told me that she was your cousin."

"You never told me you were dating her!" Craig said a little louder and pulled me close to him.

I laughed. "Man, I gotta write that part down too."

I grabbed my notebook and wrote down what happened. "I... talked to Kate... and she... was Craig's... cousin..."

I flipped a page. "And... Craig... got pissed off... and... I thought that he... was going... to kiss me..."

And I scribbled a drawing of me and Craig.

I closed my eyes again and went back to thinking about what was happening back at the cemetery.

"She didn't want me to tell anyone!" I tried backing away from him. Didn't work.

"Do you know how long I've waited for a chance like this?" Craig stared at me.

"Nice blue eyes..." I mumbled.

"What?" Craig gave me a confused face.

"Nothing! Nothing..." I was lying, obviously. I hope he didn't hear me...

"Well, do you know how long I've waiting for a chance like this?"

"No...?"

"A REALLY LONG TIME," And then Craig kissed me. "AND I NEVER GOT THE COURAGE TO TELL YOU!

So here I was, in a ditch with only me and Craig, and we kissed. I'm not gay... I'm not gay...

"I'm... happy... now..." I managed to speak with my brain half dead.

"Great. I am too." Craig replied and leapt out of the ditch in a flash.

What the fuck just happened?

Anyways, I went back to our crappy little cemetery camp place. I noticed Tweek was gone. "Where's Tweek?"

"Chickened out by hallucinating those underwear gnomes." Cartman explained. "He went home."

I looked up into the sky. It was a full moon. Interesting...

I looked at Craig. He was sitting in the middle holding a flashlight trying to get a fire going. I asked him if he needed help, and he said yes. I went over by him and pulled out a lighter.

"Nobody but me carries these things around anymore." I lit the pile of sticks in the middle of the ground and it caught flame.

Craig patted my back in thanks, and went over to his sleeping bag. It had Red Racer stickers all over it. I knew he loved Red Racer... even though I don't know what the hell Red Racer was.

He seemed to be struggling with it. He called me over to help him hold the other end of his sleeping bag since he couldn't find the opening.

I left the fire and went to help him. I held the other end like he said, and he finally found the zipper.

He said thanks to me again.

I let go of his sleeping bag.

All of a sudden I felt my wings extend from my back again. "Crap... I gotta go, Craig."

"What? Why?" Craig asked and walked over to me.

I backed away from him. "No, Craig, don't get any closer."

"Huh?"

As I backed away from him my wings got larger. "I'm going to di-HOLY CRAP!"

I tripped over a rock and fell backwards. "Craig! I'll be back tomorrow!"

I landed on my back on the bare ground. My wings bent foward and it hurt like hell. "Ow... Fuck!"

"Kenny... What are you trying to do?" Cartman laughed at me.

I looked over at Craig. "Craig... I'm still alive..."

Craig looked at me in panic. "Dude..."

And... I caught on fire. Turns out my wings had landed in the campfire by accident.

"I promise I'll be back, Craig..." And I burned to my death.

"I can't beleive all that happened yesterday." I sighed. "Well, I don't think Craig remembers my death at all."

I looked at my half-broken alarm clock. 7:20 AM.

"It's almost time for school." I got off my bed and walked over to my closet.

Not really much of a closet though.

I all I had in there is a few unmatched socks, my orange parka, and 2 pairs of ripped up jeans.

All my clothes had blood stains on them. I never tried washing them off... I like the blood stains.

I remember that Cartman, Kyle, and Stan came over to my house for a sleepover while I had chickenpox.

Stan left his other hat over here (the gothic one) and so I kept it. I sometimes wear it. Stan doesn't care whether I wear it or not. He doesn't like it.

I grabbed my parka and jeans and put them on.

I grabbed my bookbag and ran out my door.

When I got downstairs, I found my family sitting at the table setting frozen waffles on fire with candles since our toaster broke.

I grabbed a waffle and stuffed it in my mouth and put my boots on.

I ran out the door and waved bye to my parents.

I ran to the bus stop where my friends were. "Hey guys, what's up?"

I felt like this was a really awkward situation.

Wanna know why?

Well, here I was doing nothing but waiting for the bus to come, and here's Stan and Kyle celebrating about something and cheering. They were square dancing and shouting and laughing like they were high or something. Yeah, I figured they were high.

Then I saw Butters with his cute blue Hello Kitty jacket on and he was singing something. I got closer and heard what he was singing about.

"It's Friday... Friday... Gonna get down on Friday..." and he was bouncing up and down giggling.

God, this was embarrassing.

I pulled out a Playboy magazine I traded with Craig the yesterday and opened it. I read it quietly, ignoring the mess around me.

I didn't even get to the front page until Kyle and Stan came behind me and laughed their asses off.

"Hey, Kenny! Have you heard? Cartman is GONE!" And they started to laugh hysterically again.

"Cartman's gone?" I asked quietly, closing the magazine a little.

"Hell, yeah! His mom said that he was gone since yesterday and hasn't came back! He's lost! Don't you get it? No fat-ass to ruin our perfect Friday!" Stan and Kyle shoved each other playfully and stumbled around, laughing.

Crap... The cemetery thing... I hope Craig's okay though.

"Hooray... Cartman's gone..."

I stuck my head back into magazine and ignored them.

A few minutes passed in silence. Something wasn't right. Kyle and Stan weren't laughing anymore?

I turned my head around slowly, looking at Stan and Kyle.

They were standing together, aiming their phones right at me. They were filming me... WHY?

As soon as I looked at them they just broke down laughing.

"This is so gonna go on my Facebook!" Kyle laughed and fell over.

I sighed, and turned back around.

When was the bus gonna get here?

I looked at my wristwatch. 7:55 AM. Almost there.

I heard footsteps in the snow.

Someone was walking towards me. I turned and looked to my left.

"Butters..."

"Hi Kenny!" He said cheerfully and hugged me. "What 'ya reading?"

I heard Kyle say something about me and started laughing again.

"Oh, um, nothing." I closed the magazine and held it to my chest. Butters wasn't a person that could handle naked girls.

"Lemme see! Please?" Butters whistled and hugged me tighter.

"Off, Butters."

He didn't let go. "No, I wanna see what you were reading!"

I had to make up a lame excuse. "It's a scary story. You don't wanna see it."

Butters let me go and stood in front of me. "Oh, okay. Sorry Kenny!" He hopped away with his hair flailing. He had a rainbow clip in his hair. Yuck. You can't get girlier than that.

Stan and Kyle were coughing from all the laughing.

I heard the bus coming down the street. "Bus is here, guys."

The big school bus without the other half of itself was driving down the street at about 200 miles an hour, crashing into trees and rocks and losing some of its parts, along with some of the kids on the bus.

Finally, it stopped at the bus stop we were at.

The doors were gone, so there was no need to open the clamps on the doors, but the stupid bus driver did anyways.

"GET ON THE BUS, GODDAMMIT WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FER SCHOOL!"

I hopped on the bus first, then Butters followed me. Kyle and Stan had to lean each other to get on since they couldn't keep their balance. They were still laughing.

I looked around for a seat. I saw Craig flailing his arms in the air signaling me to sit next to him.

I saw that Tweek was sitting there, so I pointed to Tweek. Craig looked at Tweek and shoved him off.

"AGH! Craig, what d-did you do that for?" Tweek exclaimed.

Craig just flipped him off. I walked over to Craig.

The bus screeched and took off at the speed of light before I could even sit down.

I fell, and Butters fell on top of me.

I looked back at Kyle and Stan. They fell on top of each other too. God, that looked hot...-I mean gay. Yeah, really really gay.

I'm happy I didn't say that outloud.

I got up and sat next to Craig. I set my bookbag on my lap and rested my head on the back of the seat. "Hey, Craig."

Craig flipped his hair and looked at me. "Hi Kenny."

Ick, I hate Craig's nasally voice.

"So, how'd it go at the cemetery yesterday?"

"I won! Can ya believe it?" Craig said cheerfully.

Great... He doesn't remember my death.

"I wonder how Cartman chickened out. What happened to him?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't what the hell happened to him. We went around the cemetery, looking around and all of a sudden he vanished. I'm glad he's gone. We don't need him."

"Yeah, I'm glad too." I wasn't actually glad, cause if Butters knew, he would be really worried, and I hate seeing Butters sad like that.

Craig got a soda from his backpack and held one in front of my face. "Want one?"

"Sure. Thanks." I grabbed the soda from his hand and drank it.

"I heard that we're getting a substitute today, and that everyone's gonna piss her off at school. You wanna put spiders in her lunch today?"

"I've always wanted to do that, Craig. Let's put some in her coffee too." I laughed a bit.

"Heh. Yeah. I wonder what everyone else is gonna do." Craig drank the last of his soda and tossed it behind him. "I heard Wendy's putting thumbtacks on the teacher's seat. Wanna do that too?"

"Hellz yeah!" I laughed and high-fived Craig.

"I wonder if she's gonna be hot or not." I muttered to myself.

Craig must've heard me.

"DUDE! That is genius! You could set her on fire at the end of the day! Holy shit... THAT IS GENIUS! Omg, I dare you! I DARE YOU!" Craig shoved me playfully.

I shoved him back. "I'll do it, but you gotta help me."

"Sure! I'll do anything to see her being set on fire!"

I heard the bus stop in front of our school. "I'll tell you later."

All the kids emptied out of the bus and into the school.

I was one of the few that stayed over to the side of the school and peeked into our classroom window, looking for any signs of the teacher.

The window had been left open, but I was the only one that noticed.

Everyone else ran to the front doors before they were late.

I opened the window and climbed into the classroom.

"Yes! I'm in! I gotta tell Craig." I pulled out my phone.

I don't even know why my parents bought a phone.

'yo craig i got in2 th classr00m mt me ther now' I texted quickly to him and stayed close to the left side of the room.

I saw cameras in the corner of the room. Fuck... there's cameras.

I pulled my hood on and pulled Stan's goth hat out of my bookbag. I put it in there for a reason, you know.

I threw the hat towards the camera and ran towards Mr. Garrison's desk.

I hid underneath the desk and pulled the drawer open.

"There should be a mini-light or something in here-"

I pulled something out that was shaped like a flashlight.

I felt it and it was wet. I looked at it closer...

"HOLY FUCK IT'S A DILDO!"

I threw it as far away as I could and pulled the strings on my hood.

"That was scary..."

I looked at what was on my hand.

"Eww, it's slimy..."

I heard a loud CRASH and I heard glass breaking.

Crap, I must've thrown it at the window or the door.

I peeked out from under the desk.

I looked at the window. It wasn't broken.

I looked at the door. There was Mr. Mackey.

Yeah, I hit the door.

Ick, Mr. Mackey looks so scary. His head is like, HUGE and he talks funny. If I met his parents... Holy crap.

I tried being as still as possible. I held in my breath. I felt numb.

Mr. Mackey opened the door on flickered on the lights.

I saw that my shadow could be seen and there was space beneath the desk, so Mr. Mackey could see my feet and maybe my back.

"Fuck, I gotta hide somewhere else" I whispered to myself.

"Kenny, come out from under the desk, m'kay?"

SHIT.

I pretended I wasn't there and I didn't hear him.

"Kenny, I can see you, so come out from under the desk, m'kay?"

I am SO busted.

I crawled out from underneath the desk. "Hi."

Mr. Mackey was clutching Craig by the neck and holding referral papers.

"That's not very smart of you to do that Kenny, m'kay?" Mr. Mackey put the papers in his left hand down and reached into his pocket.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to run and take Craig with me to destroy the school.

I looked at him.

His eyes had sincerity in them, so I could tell he was sorry, and that this was his fault.

I nodded at him and then looked at the window.

He nodded too.

I stood up from behidn the desk and put my hands up. "Okay, you got me, Mr. Mackey."

"Don't think about running out that window, m'kay?"

"Oh sure I won't..." I winked at Craig. "I guess I can't RUN, now can I?"

At that very second me and Craig ran as fast as we could towards the window and jumped out.

"Oh come on, m'kay! I can't run after you, m'kay! You better come back here, m'kay?"

Me and Craig kept running. "M'kay!" We laughed and stopped at a corner of the school's building.

"This is where the goth kids hang out at recess. I used to hang out here when I was emo." Craig said, breathing heavily from all the running.

"You used to be emo?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I still am."

"You cut yourself and all that shit?"

"No, that's not what real emos do. Emos like being alone and like to listen to emo music..." Craig's voice trailed off.

"Whoa, that's how I am, but I don't consider myself emo." I actually thought about my style.

"Same as me." Craig leaned on the brick wall surrounding us.

Suddenly, I heard screaming and yelling.

"Did you hear that, Kenny?"

"Yeah. I wonder what it is."

A few seconds later I heard a loud beeping noise.

A few minutes later I saw kids running out from the school in all directions.

"Fire drill?" Craig asked.

"Probably another prank pulled by one of those 7th graders."

"Oh God, I hate those 7th graders so much. They almost killed my pet hamster, Stripe."

"Yikes. I feel for you, man."

I heard the yelling getting closer to us.

"There must be some kids headed our way."

I turned my head and looked around the corner.

My mind froze.

"Craig, come look over here."

"What is it?"

"Look" I pointed towards what I saw.

"Sweet Jesus..." Craig gasped.

We stayed close together and held each other's jacket sleeves.

"We are in really deep shit right now, Kenny."

"Yeah." I shivered in fear. "Some seriously fucked up shit."

TO BE CONTINUED!

So, what did you think? :D I spent 3 hours on this, no help at all, no internet, and I worked on this solo. Nobody else but me and the few people who are reading this right now have seen this story. The next chapter will be written after this gets more than 2 reviews, so, please review!