This is my first ever fanfic, so...don't judge too hard .;
The snow crunched softly beneath his worn boots that were quickly becoming too small for him again; perhaps Stan had an extra pair he could borrow. It was just barely evening, but already the temperature was dropping at a steady rate. He pulled the hood of his parka closer to his face to keep the brisk air from stinging the tear streaks on his face. God forbid anyone from school see him like this, red nose, crying like a little bitch. Cartman would have a field day for sure, and Stan and Kyle would pester him relentlessly about what happened. Stan would probably let it go easier than Kyle would, but it would still go on for longer than Kenny would be comfortable with. Eventually Kyle would pry the information out of him, and the whole world would know what happened. Everyone would know how weak he was, and how he couldn't even take it without crying. He shook his head to dislodge the thoughts from his mind, Jesus Christ, stop crying already, he thought to himself, and exhaled loudly.
Stark's pond was just ahead, and he thought back to how he left the house, bursting out the back door without even checking on Karen first… Kenny's pace slowed as he saw another kid sitting at the bank on the other side of the pond. He couldn't make out who it was, and ultimately decided it didn't matter. Still sniffing back tears, he plopped down in the snow and lifted the sleeve of his jailhouse orange parka to reveal a nasty black and purple bruise encircling his forearm. He touched the tender and heated skin with the tips of his gloved fingers and winced slightly. Cupping his hand, he dug his fingers down into the earth and scooped up some snow and rubbed it lightly across the splotchy bruise, shuttering slightly as the stinging cold of the snow leeched the heat from his skin. He stayed like that for a while, intermittently changing out the melting snow for fresh snow.
By the time he looked out across Stark's pond again, the sun was low behind the trees, casting long cool shadows and the kid on the other side of the pond was gone.