Title: Honors Level

Author: flannelninja

Summary: Eric Cartman is finally moving up in the world of South Park High… and all because he did his homework. Will he be able to survive his new set of classes? OC story. Submit your OCs.

A/N: I really wanted to do this, basically just to see if I could. I will most likely ask you a lot of questions about your OC so be prepared.

Chapter 1- Meet Your Counselor

Eric Cartman woke up that morning feeling groggy and apathetic. Today he was supposed to meet his counselor with his Mother to switch classes or some bull like that. He didn't really care. His classes were so easy he could pass without even turning in a single assignment. Cartman's friends were always surprised by the calculating and ambitious Eric's lack of interest in getting good grades. He always reminded him that his college resume was more than sufficient enough to impress any college board.

So as Eric walked through the doors of the high school (after begrudgingly holding his Mother's hand as he walked across the street) he really didn't care about the meeting in the slightest. He thought in no way would it affect him. His thought life would remain the same; occasionally he would go on a badass adventure with Kyle, Stan and Kenny; occasionally he would pull some totally sweet prank on Butters; but he'd still have to come to school and nothing would really change about it.

Unfortunately for the members of Mr. Garrison's seventh period, he thought wrong.

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Eric and his mother dressed casually (but not too casually for a meeting with the counselor) took a seat in Mr. Mackey's office in the two chairs in front of the man's desk. Eric noted it wasn't as messy as it used to be. Maybe he really had been a compulsive hoarder—

Mr. Mackey cleared his throat and called Eric's name, drawing his attention from his thoughts.

"Yeah?" The boy sniffed, rubbing his nose on the sleeve of his red coat. His mother looked at him worriedly. He did have a slight cold. Maybe he shouldn't have come to school today.

"I was just telling your Mother about how Mr. Garrison told me how well you were doing in his class, mm'kay?" Cartman thought back. Was he doing well in her class? It was remedial English. It was almost impossible not to be "doing well, especially when your standards were as low as Cartman's. His eyes finally shot open in realization! He had actually read the book! So when Mr. Garrison asked him about what Odysseus was compared to when he came out of the bushes and approached Nausica, he was able to answer "a mountain lion" as opposed to his usual answer of "Hell if I'm supposed to know."

He laughed. "Yeah, real well."

Mr. Mackey looked at him concerned. He had always thought something was off with that Cartman boy. Here he was, laughing maniacally at who knows what. "Mmmmmmm'kay…"

Lianne suddenly interjected. "Mr. Mackey and Mr. Garrison think that you should be switched from remedial English into an honors level class. If you keep up the hard work, they think you can even graduate early."

"G-Graduate early?" Cartman stuttered. This was a dream come true! He could go off to college… maybe after two years… no, one year! He'd just have to work hard, and—

"We want you to get a tutor, mm'kay?" Cartman's jaw dropped. Someone having authority over him? He did whatever he wanted.

There was a rap on the door.

"Come in, Marcus," the large-headed counselor called.

A lanky boy with large, thick red glasses adorning his face entered. He saluted the counselor eagerly. "Hello, captain," he joked.

Cartman looked at the boy quizzically. He had never seen this clown in the whole year he had attended the high school.

"This is the head of the tutoring club. He will get you all matched up with the right tutor for you, mm'kay?"

Cartman blinked. He was two seconds away from bashing his head into the desk and throwing a temper tantrum. How can I get out of this? He wondered. A light bulb flashed in his head.

"I don't have time for tutoring… I have football practice." Everybody knew about his reign as the first freshman linebacker in South Park history. His size helped him tackle anyone from the opposing teams… as well as Kyle, when he felt like it.

"Not to worry, friend," Marcus beamed at the word. Obviously, he didn't have many. "We can make a schedule around you. We're very professional that way." He grinned again.

Cartman turned from the boy towards Mr. Mackey. "So when does this… the new schedule… the tutoring… start happening?"

"Tomorrow, mm'kay? You can have the rest of the day off. I imagine the change will be somewhat stressful." Score.

Cartman and his Mother stood to leave. "Tomorrow, you should meet Mr. Finch here at the tutoring club after school." Cartman rolled his eyes.

"See you there." Marcus smiled.

"See you there…" Cartman repeated.

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