Abstraction

Chapter One

Craig's P.O.V

Today I am going to shoot someone... No I don't mean shoot as in kill I mean shoot as in videotape. You see six years ago my mom bought me my first real video recorder after my toy one broke in fourth grade. After the whole wide angle animals I had decided to pursue my next big break, find my muse, and my muse just so happened to be my classmate Tweek Tweak.

And before you ask no Tweek doesn't know I've been recording him and he's never going to find out either. I've been taping him for years now and all my videos are organized by dates. Some are videos of my hamster Stripe while others are random things that have caught my attention. But none of them are as special as Tweek.

Ill never forget the first day I recorded him, I had been walking past the elementary school my sophomore year looking for my next big star when I saw him. He was swinging on the swings his usual twitching gone and the goofiest smile on his face. His hair was a wild mane of golden blonde and his eyes were a beautiful emerald color. His skin was fair and his nose was thin and pointed, he reminded me of one of those elf's you'd see in the movies and he just had this aura surrounding him.

Without a second thought I had pulled out my video camera and begun to record. He was laughing and playing without a care in the world his shaking gone and a wide smile plastered on his face. Some might've thought it was weird for a sophomore to be playing in an elementary school playground but I thought it was...unique. He was unique he had this innocence about him which tugged on my heart strings. I had decided in that very moment that he would be my muse, my star.

Today I had brought my video camera to school, buried in my backpack ready for anything. I brought my camera with me pretty much anywhere I went so this wasn't anything new. The final bell signalling the end of another class day had rung and the teens had all begun filtering out of the school. All of them except me that is, I had detention for flipping Eric bitch ass Cartman off in class. Detention was nothing new to me either I had that shit daily.

After detention I had left the school and headed to the parking lot like every other day, my backpack hanging half off my shoulders. That's when everything changed.

Entering the parking lot I heard none other than that fat loud mouth Eric Cartman screaming. As a mediocre camera man it was my duty to investigate so I headed over, my curiosity getting the better of me. And that's when I saw him. My precious Tweek was crouched in a fetal position on the pavement while Cartman towered over him. Tweek was shaking like a mouse and upon furthered inspection I realized he was crying. Bleeding. I heard Cartman yell something and throw a heavy kick at Tweek knocking him over.

I saw red.

Tweeks P.O.V

I knew I had messed up the moment my phone went off in class causing my to jump slightly. Who would be texting me during class? What if it was the cops and my parents had been killed in a robbery. What if the gnomes had finally found out where I went during the day and wanted my underwear. What if it was a stranger!

Glancing around suspiciously, you never know when someone might be watching, I pulled my phone out of my backpack and checked my messages.

One new message from Eric Cartman.

Oh god what did he want from me I already did all his homework and his essay for English. What if he had my parents held hostage and wanted a ransome. I don't have that kind of cash man! I'd have to sell my body. Oh god I don't want to sell my body. Too much pressure!

Bravely I clicked on the text message and read the sentence, which caused my heart rate to sky rocket.

Meet me after detention in the parking lot.

Oh god, oh geez, I hate the parking lot there's so many cars what if I get hit by a car?! Who would close the store at night?! What if someone stole my organs?! I need those?! Ack too much pressure!

Typing out okay I stuck my phone back into my backpack and tried focusing on class. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering though and I couldn't stop my imagination from taking over. What did Cartman want from me?! So many scenarios were going through my head it was giving me a headache.

When the final bell for school rang out I quietly packed up my stuff and waited until everyone else had left the classroom to head out. I walked the halls with my head down and my backpack clutched tightly in front of me. Just in case anyone tried to steal my stuff. And silently made my way to the parking lot.

Once I was in the parking lot I realized my involuntary shaking had gotten worse and tried to calm myself down with deep breathes. Finally I had found Cartmans beat-up truck and sat hesitantly on the floor next to it where I waited patiently. I had one hand pulling roughly at my hair while my other hand hugged my backpack close to me for protection.

I practiced finding my happy place and took deep breathes to help calm myself. It didn't help much though everytime I heard a car honk its horn or a group of kids laughing obnoxiously it sent me into another fit of nervous jitters. Why couldn't I just be normal?

That's when a solid kick had landed squarely on my face. It happened so fast I didn't know what else to do besides curl up and cover my face.

"I got a fucking C on my essay Tweek," I heard Cartman shout from above me. I squeaked in terror. He sounded so mad!

"I-I'm so sorry, oh god please don't hurt me," I stuttered.

After a second I hesitantly pulled my hand away from my face only to see red blood covering my hands. I started crying.

That's when a second kick knocked me over, my backpack had fallen from my hands and my stuff had tumbled out. This caused me to cry harder.

"Stop fucking crying," I heard Cartman yell one last time.

I heard him scream and something crack and than he hit the ground beside me. Looking up I spotted Craig Tucker from my class looming over us. His face was blank but somehow he seemed mad, angry.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size tubby," I heard Craig's nasally monotone voice say from above us.

Staggering up I saw Cartman grab his nose and say, "You broke my fucking nose Craig I'm gonna get you for this you fucking dick."

Then Cartman jumped into his truck and drove off fast.

That's when a hand reached down towards me whether to help me or hurt me I didn't know.