It's snowing again… it's always snowing, always cold. I look ahead of me. The bus stop. "Hey Kyle!" I hear the chipper voice of my best friend, Stan, as he waves me over. I have no idea why he does that every morning. I've been waiting for the bus with them since elementary school, and we're in high school now. You'd think he'd expect me to by now, but still it's nice to feel wanted so early in the morning, even as the snow is falling and trying to cover everything. "Hey look! It's the jew boy." Cartman snickered. I frowned. "Shut up fat ass." I spat, him flipping me off. I turn back to Stan to see him rolling his eyes. "So anyway Kyle, I was wondering if you could come over to my house this afternoon?" Stan asked, ignoring Cartman. I grinned, and opened my mouth to agree, but before I could Cartman interjected. "He can't. He has to come to my house." I raised my eyebrow. "What the fuck for, fatty?" he stared blankly at me for a moment. "You just have to." Just as he finished his sentence, the bus pulled up, and he made sure he was the first one on.

"That was weird this morning." Stan commented, walking over to me, leaning against the lockers as I retrieved my books from my own. "Yeah I know. I have no idea why Cartman wants me over at his house." I sighed. "Are you going to go?" "No way dude! Its prolly just some anti-jew crap again." At that Stan chuckled. "Yeah, probably. But I won't be able to have company tonight." "Huh? Why not?" Stan sighed. "Uncle Jimbo and my dad are going out for drinks and mom is going out with her sister. Shelley will kill me if anyone is over while her boyfriend is there with her." He explained, grumbling alittle. I clapped my hand on his shoulder, grinning at him. "Hey! We're best friends. We'll get to hang out tomorrow!" I reassured, loving the relieved smile Stan gave back. "Shit! I've gotta get to class. Mrs. Harding is a real bitch; if you don't get there before the bell, detention!" he said, before turning and trotting down the halls, stopping once to turn and wave at me, yelling something like "I'll see you later!" then he was gone. I sighed. I should get to class too. I always dreaded my fourth period class. It was the one I had with Cartman. No sooner had I thought that name then I heard his voice. "Hey jew." He said in a much more passive way than usual. "what do you want fatass?" I sighed again, heaving my book bag over my shoulder. "you're coming over today right?" he asked, studying my face intently. I started to feel uncomfortable under his gaze, shifting the weight of my book bag on my back and averting my eyes as my cheeks started to heat up. "no way, fatty." I said, hoping my voice didn't falter. He huffed abit before stalking off to class.

"and as homework…" the teacher droned on. While still boring, today's fourth period wasn't as bad as usual. Today Cartman seemed to be lost in thought, making him affectively less of an ass. I looked over at him, already swinging his backpack over his shoulder, preparing for the ring of the release bell. He hasn't said one word all class… whatever though. No way I'm gonna be worried about fat ass over there! But even as I thought that, I found myself hoping nothing was wrong. Ah… the bell rang.