It started off as a typical Monday morning at South Park High, in a freshmen science classroom. Everything was nice and boring, just the way one particular student, named Craig Tucker, liked it. Because nice and boring, meant no trouble or weird ass shit was going on around him. And he liked that very much. Just sitting in class and minding nobody else's business but his own. Yup, just nice and boring, nothing bad happening at all on this wonderful, cold, cloudy, dreary, dull, drab, uninteresting, unexciting, unstimulating, uninspiring, monotonous, uneventful, miserable, gloomy, melancholic, bleak, joyless, dismal, overcast, depressing day today. No sirree—

"Would Kenny McCormick please report to the principal's office?" a woman's voice announces over the intercom, "Kenny McCormick." she repeats once more before it cuts, ending the announcement.

Just as soon as it cuts, the class goes into a unison, 'Ooooo', like that of some telepathic hive mind and watch as Kenny stands up from his desk and heads out of the class. Craig glares a bit, as he watches the boy who disturbed his thoughts, and is anything but the peaceful things that he likes, exit the room with a sharp turn around the doorframe. He also spots an exchange of cash between one, Eric Cartman and Stan Marsh, like a bet of some sort.

Soon enough though, peacefulness returns to the class and Craig goes back to being content. His mind doesn't even think of him again, until the teacher announces that they will be working in pairs and calls up half the class to pull out the other half of the class's names from a plastic jar. As the names narrow down more and more, and Craig doesn't hear the 'disturber of peace' boy's name get called, he worries for what fate has planned for him.

As it gets to his turn, and he walks up to the plastic jar, he quietly starts to pray in chant to himself, 'not Kenny, not Kenny, not Kenny, not Kenny'. He pulls out a folded piece of paper and it opens only to have the name of the 'disruption boy' on it.

"Shit." he curses to himself quietly.

"What was that?" the teacher asks.

"Oh- I said-shoot! Looks like my partner isn't here, maybe I should pick out another name," Craig quickly says.

The teacher takes the paper and reads it, "It's alright, I'm sure he'll be back soon. This isn't just an in class project, so go and take a seat again."

Craig begrudgingly does so, and plummets himself back in his seat. But fate seemed to show Craig some mercy, as Kenny was M.I.A for the rest of class. As a matter of fact, he had ended up being gone for the rest of that day, and Craig couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief that everything remained calm that day when he got home and lied down on top of his bed. He didn't care how, he was just glad it was.

And now that he was safe at home once again, nothing was going to ruin it.

Knock, knock, knock.

"I'll get it!" Craig's sister shouts.

Suddenly, a terrible feeling starts to form in the pit of his gut as a thought creeps it's way up in his mind. Then he hears it, the dreaded words of "Oh, he's in his room." echo down the house's walls. And just as he hears "Craaaaig!" from his sister calling out and heading back up the stairs. He quickly rolls off the side of his bed that's not visible from the door, like covert on a mission, and hides.

"Craig! Someone's here to see-" his sister stops when she doesn't see him. "Huh? That's weird, he was here a second ago..."

Craig sees two pair of feet from where he is hiding, he recognizes his sister's socks as she turns to face the other pair of feet, that he knew he recognized the baggy jeans around them from earlier that day.

"Guess you can wait in here if you want for him," she says and Craig just about scoffs aloud at her ridiculous suggestion.

How she didn't know that him not being there means 'no one's here' or, 'go away', was beyond him. Although knowing his sister, she was probably doing it on purpose.

"Just take a seat wherever, and I'm sure he'll pop up eventually," she adds.

As soon as Craig sees the other pair of feet walking towards his bed, he knew the jig was up. Because there was no way he wasn't not going to be seen lying there like a dumbass hiding. With that in mind, Craig quickly pops up from his hiding spot next to the bed, causing the other two in the room to stop and stare at him. And just as Craig had dreaded all day with having to deal with, 'destructo-boy' was now in his house, even more so, in his room.

"Oh. There he is," his sister says flatly, "ummm, what are you doing?"

"I dropped something," Craig says.

"You dropped something?" she repeats and corks a brow, "Was it your dignity?" which causes Craig to scowl at her and she returns it with a bemused smirk. "Anyways, didn't you hear me calling for you?"

There's a brief moment of a pause, as Craig had not thoroughly thought this all out in his head yet.

"I was too focused on the task at hand alright?"

"Riiiiight," she replies, non-believing, "anyways, this dude here says you two have a project to do together or something? I don't know. But now that you've risen from the dead, imma just go or whatever." she says and turns, heading out.

Craig had almost wanted to whip one of the pillows from his bed at her, for letting Kenny in, because she knew exactly who he was, and why he chose to avoid him when he could. But he resists the urge to do so, as to not make things even more awkward in the air. He glances at Kenny, worn down, patched up, orange hoodie and all, who offers a small missing gapped tooth smile in response which Craig let's out a quiet sigh at.

"I uh, heard that we got partnered up for a class project today as I was getting ready to leave school," Kenny explains. "I also heard we're supposed to do most of it outside of the class, so I thought it might be good if I came over now to help get it done faster."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Craig says.

And it was. Actually, Craig agreed that getting everything done quick as possible was probably the best solution's for all this right now. Actually, he agreed with Kenny on quite a few of things. It wasn't that he hated him or anything. No, on the contrary, the two of them actually got along fine and had a strange friendship even built up over the years. It was just that, he didn't like the trouble that always seemed to follow Kenny everywhere he went. Like a strange aura, or magnetic curse of some sort. Craig had hoped, hoped, that he could start fresh in high school, anew, unlike with his elementary and middle school years. But it seemed like that wasn't going to be the case.

"Let's get this over and done with," Craig sighs and walks over to his computer desk.