Author's Note: Bored. And can't think of what to write next. So here's my random story. I hate myself for doing it, but it's a future story. slaps face Yes I deserved that. Damn future stories...
Disclaimer: My disclaimers are more entertaining than the stories! Wow. Depressing. But I don't own the show. That's the point of these things, to escape any legal liability or something. Not to outshine the stories. bops disclaimer on the nose Bad disclaimer! You should know better!
What Happens in South Park...
Prologue
Stan's POV
It sure as hell wasn't Vegas. It wasn't even Branson, but for that, at least, we could be thankful. It wasn't large and glamorous like L.A., or bustling and exciting like New York. It was simply a small town in the Colorado Rockies that just so happened to be home to a lot of retards.
When I was nine, my friends and I had to deal with a lot of stupid shit brought on by our parents and various other adults in the world, as well as childish misadventures brought upon ourselves. All that was extremely annoying to deal with at such a young age, but worse was yet to come. All that didn't hold a candle to what was to come next.
Adolescence.
As we hit puberty, things really started to get messed up. I was going out with Wendy, but I started to look at other girls. We all grew extremely fast, and became increasingly awkward in our own skin. The teenage years were about to bring to us more misery than what we could have imagined in the fourth grade.
The last year was especially insane. On top of our personal troubles, we had to deal with a few things reminiscent of our problems six years ago.
We had heard great things about high school. T.V. and movies portrayed it as the best years of your life... if you were a popular kid. I was sure I'd be fine as far as that went. But we all thought it would be some magical time that we would remember as the best time of our lives. Right after college, of course.
We had also received fair warnings from our middle school teachers, but we ignored them. Who were we going to listen to, our teachers, or the media? The media was the real authority figure. How in the hell were we supposed to know we were actually supposed to listen to our teachers?
Freshman year was God awful. But that's not when my story takes place. It was the beginning of our sophomore year...
Author's Note: OK, I know it's short, but more is to come. I'm working on another story too, so bear with me. R+R please! (And my other one...)