Alright, well I've read a couple of South Park high school fanfictions, and I must say that most of them are no good. So I've decided to write one of my own. So without further ado, here is my South Park High School fanfic! :D
My name is Stanly Marsh. I am a student at South Park Public High School, or SPPHS for short. It had been 6 years since the love of my life had left me. 5th grade, May 30th, the last day of elementary school. I was standing in the hallway with my friends Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick, and sadly Eric Cartman, when my beloved girlfriend Wendy Testaburger approched me.
"I break up", and that was it. That was the last time I ever had the upmost honor of conversing with her.
"Oh really? Well how about you go fuck yourself you dumb bitch! He doesn't even care!" Cartman exclaimed, looking furious. To this day, I have no idea why he would feel sympathy for me.
"Dude, are you gonna be OK?" Kyle asked as he stared at my patheticly pale expression.
"I'm going home. I'll-I'll see you...later, I guess..."
At that moment I had no idea where I was going to turn. I had always heard songs on the radio about men and women with 'broken hearts', but I always recongnized them as a figure of speach. It isnt though. My chest...it actually hurts. It feels as though my very soul has sunk down into the deepest depths of my body, where it can hide for all of eternity.
I lied in my bed for days. I didnt even speak to Kyle, even though he came over every day. All i did was stare, but he knew what i was feeling. That's a thing that best friends have. We can talk with our eyes as if our brains were somehow connected at birth. I finally broke down and spoke with him. I let out all of my feelings. About the 'broken hearts', everything. To my suprise, he actually understood. He understood that this time, Raisin Girls wouldn't solve anything, as if they did to begin with.
When the new school year started, I was the new 'scene kid'. My atire consisted of a black lether jacket, black or dark blue jeans (not skinny jeans), and a pair of black DC shoes. My long black hair completely covered my left eye. I had a scar there from when we tried to rescue Chef from the Super Adventure Club two years back. I hated that scar. So imperfect and...well gay looking. So i used my hair to cover it up. I lost the old blue and red snow cap I owned last year. Shame...I liked that hat.
Apparently I was the new 'Hottie That Every Girl Wants' guy. Girls enjoy guys that are absolutely miserable? Thats strange.
The only two people that stayed friends with me was obviously Kyle, but also Kenny. Him and I had developed a rather beautiful friendship. It spawned the day he came to see me at my house over the summer. He had lost the hoodie, so now I could see his full head of luscious blonde hair. And now people could actually understand his words! I'm straight and all, but he had one of the most beautiful male voices I had ever heard. He would definitely become a singer when he grew up.
Wendy and I haven't spoken since then. It depresses me. Maybe one day...one day we could bump in the hall and tell her how I truly feel. How I love her with every cell in my body...maybe...
Well guys there you have it! The first entry into this fanfic! And I am DEFINITLY going to finish this one! Many of my previous fanfics have no end because I simply got bored, but this is a keeper! So stay tuned for my next installment! :D Oh, and my Xbox LIVE gamertag is ARG LiiMiiTs if you want to hit me up on there! Peace!