Everything was quiet and peaceful in the town, for once. Nothing broke the silence save for boots crushing snow on the ground as he walked down the road, the starry night sky above him. The walk was a good idea for him to calm down after the argument inside his home with his mother. He would've lost it if he hadn't left the house, much to his mother's disapproval, but something wasn't right, like he was forgetting something, someone even, and no one thought the same, seeing today as any normal day(or as normal as things get around here), but he knew that they were forgetting something. Something big? Nah, if whatever he was forgetting was 'something big', he wouldn't have forgotten it! Right?

Stopping when he comes across a sidewalk bench, he brushes off the cold snow and sits down, looking down with a sadden expression. This was really getting him down, and almost caused multiple fights throughout the day. He takes another look to the sky, smiling just the slightest at the night sky, pretending someone understands and is smiling back down at him. It's a childish, dumb act on his part, but a friend, or anyone that agrees with him would be welcomed at the moment. Who knows, maybe someone is really up there.

Feeling a bit better, he got back up and walked back to his house, hands in pockets with his head looking down to the ground in front of him. He just can't help but feel sad for an unknown reason. It'll probably pass tomorrow and he may not even give a damn the next day. Occasionally down the sidewalk, green eyes would look up to the stars for a moment, but return to the ground along the way with the small hope of remembering.


Once he made it to his house, he snuck back up to his room in faith that no one would hear him, expecting them all to be asleep, and sat down onto his bed, removing his snow boots and winter coat before laying fully onto the bed, thanking himself for storming out of the house already in pajamas, before pulling the covers over himself. Sleep was not an easy option for him sadly, for the feeling still lingered in the back of his mind. Turning onto his side, he read the clock for the time, only to groan in frustration as it being a quarter past two in the morning. Oh it was definitely going to be a long day at school tomorrow.

His eyes wondered over whatever was in eye sight, not caring to roll back onto his back, or sit up. Books were scattered around his room, mostly school related. Pictures were placed throughout the desk, some from when their group was eight up to now. The most recent picture was a group shot from the first day of their sophomore year, about a month ago now. In it was Cartman, looking pissed off at whatever they were probably talking about at the moment (most likely insults at him), Stan and himself laughing, and Kenny crouching down. He was probably laughing to death at whatever they were talking about.

Kenny?

He hasn't been at school for a couple of days lately. That never has changed, him disappearing at random for a bit. It sucked how he would miss out on all the cool stuff that happened in this town. Maybe he'll be back tomorrow, and he might agree that something wasn't right!

Rolling over to the other side, he looked up at the window with half lidded eyes with a drowsy smile, before drifting off to sleep, anticipating for Kenny's return.


Ugh, shoot me now please. Wow, first time posting something and it's the shortest thing I've ever seen. ^^;; Well, I tried, not much else to say. SO, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, I APOLOGIZING FOR THE CRAPPY WRITING.