High school Grad

High school graduation, one of the most important and memorable days of your life here in South park Colorado. See most people in this town didn't get past high school, so high school grad was treated with as much flush and excitement as that expected from a college Grad.

And honestly we were stoked.

I remember the buzz and hype as we prepared for the celebration. Talking avidly about the after party and when we were getting our graduation gowns. Kyle was the Val, but everyone always knew he would be. Except him, who was stoked when he found out and was jumping up and down with joy. And Wendy who clearly thought she was destined for the roll and disappointed at the decision. But Kyle was always good at moving speeches. I remember being ten, in my first black formal suit at Chefs funeral. I was shattered and slightly traumatised by his death, as was the rest of the gang. Yet Kyle stood there with a strong resolve and gave a moving speech about how he should be remembered.

He was born for speeches. I think he'd have made a great politician.

It was actually during that speech when it all started. Kyle worked week's on it. He practiced no stop to his little brother, Ike, and although he wouldn't say any of it around me because 'it ruin the experience' I could tell he was super nervous about delivering it. He started with such confidence and conviction I was certain he didn't need to read the neatly folded paper he had placed on the podium in front of him. I felt pride bubbling up in me as a smile crossed my face. That was my best friend up there. And as he looked across the room I caught his gaze and his lips pulled ever so slightly into a smile for a moment. I gave him a subtle nod to let him know I thought he was doing great. And he moved his gaze elsewhere, talking to the whole room. And then the door banged open. And Kyle s face fell flat. I turned around with the rest of the audience to see SWAT teams filling into the room and around all the edges. Guns at hand. You could hear a pin drop in the silence that dulled the room. A knife to cut the suspense.

Then a guy, a serious and formal guy in a suit, walked up the centre isle. Two armed men behind him like towers.

"Kyle Broflovski " he said, threw a megaphone. Seeming somewhat over dramatic in the sport hall. "You are under arrest for several crimes against the government of the United states"

I spun my head back to stair at Kyle. He was frozen in shock. A lot of people would say his face was unreadable, but as his best friend I could see his brain ticking as different emotional flared up in his hazel eyes. "I have don't anything" he mumbled, the mike by his face forgotten. Then as if his brain clicked into gear he turned to Cartman "what did you do?" He demanded as two offers came on the stage at either side of him to arrest him. Forgetting his collected demeanour he displayed in front of everyone who he wasn't close to. Instead showing his bad temper and how irritant he got when he didn't understand what was happening. "God Damit it Cartman!" he screamed, as the two men pulled his arms behind his back and handcuffed him, trying to wiggle free from the two gents as he was guided out the room, pulling towards Eric.

"Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick and Stan Marsh are also under arrest for the same offenses" the guy melloely added in once Kyle was halfway out the room. I turned to face Kenny, who was sat next to me due to alphabetically order, he looked just as confused as me. Brke creased in confussion as if to check he heard correctly.. I shot a glance over to Cartman a few rows ahead, he waslooking around confused. What was happening? The murmurings that started when Kyle lost it had now escalated as people around the room got more excited with the events playing out. The next thing I know I'm hand cuffed and being lead out of the hall as well. I didn't struggle like Kyle did, but I looked around at the familiar faces in shame. People now staring at me or whispering amongst themselves.

Once we were outside, the light harshly hitting my eyes, I remember a big crowd gathered around the building with several cars and vans parked in a clearing round the front of the building. Cameras flashing and phones recording the scenes playing out in front of them. Kyle was shouting over the chaos "there has to have been a mistake!" pleading threw his anger for his innocence as he was forced into the back of the car. Cartman was now shouting over "what did your filthy Jew ass do now!" also trying to wiggle free but being forced into a different car than Kyle. I tried to turn to face the gentleman holding me saying "there's been a mistake. I don't understand" but was unable to turn more than maybe a third to my right but what else could i do? I Was being forced into ducking into the back seat of a car. Kenny was quietly going, all his moving around between child services and police departments as a kid clearly taught him it was best to go in quietly, he had hes head ducked and stepped into the back of his car with a neutral expression. I was sat alone in a car for a few minutes as everything sunk in. I looked down at my dark navy graduation robes and wondered what was going to happen next. Uneasiness settling in.

One of the best days in my life, ending in shatters. I looked out the window to see my parents being held back by an officer to stay with the crowd. My dad looked pissed but my mom just had worry on her face. I looked across to the window on the other side of the car to see Kyle staring down at his lap. He looked deep in thought, but still had a crease in his brow. He was just as pissed as my Dad.

After what felt like hours but was probably only thirty minutes the cars started to pull out one by one, and leave the home town I've always called my home.

You see we weren't taken to our local police station, but one in denvor. . It was grey and for e hat I could see, only lit by the yellow Hume of artificial light. We were guided into a room to get mugshots. No-one said a word. Then we were directed to different cells, as if putting us together would be letting a master mind criminal group plot under there noses. That night I missed home, and just sat it the damp, dark cell thinking about what would happen next.

The next day we were blind folded and put back into a car. This time with each other. Cartman jn the passenger seat and us three in the back, from the sounds of it. Though the ride was mostly quite bar the odd murmur when we climbed in the car or bumped into each other as we turned corners. We were driven to a government facility out in the country somewhere. Here we were sat in a large white walled room on plastic chairs. "Like were back in detention" Kyle mumbled to Cartman, leaning closer as he spoke. There was a table in front of us, one singular chair on the other side. It was completely blank, causing us to speculate in low voices about what we thought was going to happen, until This guy came in and ran us threw everything.

The government had been keeping an eye on South Park due to all the strange activity that revolves around the town. After years of close observation they realised us three were always somehow involved. With kenny snapping "I could have told you that". But we either cause it or got pulled into it. For them to understand these 'occurrences' he called them. We had to be studied.

"So your turning us into guinea pigs" Cartman huffed. "To do lab experiments on and treat like rodents"

"My Mom won't stand for that" Kyle chimed in. And he's right. She wouldn't.

Then we were told why we were arrested in such a big scene. They claimed to arrest us for crimes which we didn't commit. But we were admittedly involved in in some way. Then they were going to write to the local press that we all lost the trial and will face the death penalty. I'm sure all our faces turned white. I felt like I was going to be sick. Then it was explained that we would work for the FBI. We'd do missions to help them with research and they'd also study us for info. Our families were to believe we were dead and we'd have no contact with them from here on out.

"This is bull shit" I demanded "I'm going home this is against my rights" but the door was locked.

That's when the bomb shell was dropped on us.

If we disobeyed orders. We'd be shot on site.

We got a Apartment like facility to live in for the first 8 months while our 'trial' was being executed. It was a white walled room with modern decore. We were allowed occasional phone calls to our families under supervision. One a week. And we kept up with what was happening about us in town by having the South Park paper delivered to us every morning and watching the local news whenever it was on. We all started off interested but that interest started to fade. Not BEVAUSE we didn't care, but because of that 'rug being pulled from under your feet' feeling that it gave. A sense of hopelessness. Kyle was the only one who ran for the paper every time it was slid under the door and was still glued to the TV when the news clicked on near the end. Hanging onto every word.

His mom had protested that she couldn't See him. That he'd even committed the alleged crimes. I think that's what kept him going, his belief in his mother. However, thanks to the FBI the issue was never taken above south park authorities.

We weren't allowed to contact them for the last three weeks of our house arrest. My final phone call I just listened to my mom sob at the news of my execution "It's alright mom it's gonna a be alright" I felt my stomach turn with guilt and something stuck in my throat as I spoke. I knew I wasn't actually gonna die but it felt like it. That was the last thing I said before I was forced to hang up. We called these our famous last words.

"Kevin will look after you" was Kennys, to his little sister Karen.

"I know Ike. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" was Kyle's.

"Yeah Mom your gonna have plenty of friends okay. Just pretend I never happened or whatever. I love you" were Cartmans.

We never spoke about it. But we cried about it a lot in our individual rooms once we were completely cut from there lives. I think Kenny and Kyle took it a little harder than me and Eric, they didn't speak for five to six days afterwards.

And that's when our new life started. Our life in the FBI.

We mainly did experiments for two years. Getting brains scans and doing tests. I won't say what the experiments where like, because I don't like to think about them. We never even spoke about It amongst ourselves. It turned out that Kenny has over two thousand death certificates and we'd witnessed most if them. I remember the disbelief going threw my thoughts as I turned to Kyle and he shook his head to. How could we not remember it? Eric on the other hand "course he does. Where do you think he's always vanishing off to? Fucking Neverland?"

He had a point. I guess...

We spent the next two days locked in Kenny's bedroom during our free time as he went threw them all in meticulous detail. I vomited The majority most of them.

After tests were all 'completed' we went threw basic training. How to break in buildings. Shoot guns. Hack into programs. That kind of stuff. Kyle already had a knack for hacking so that was his major. Kenny's was guns. Cartman was definitely his plans and execution. Mine was my strength I guess.

After a year of training we spent another traveling the U.S. doing basic small missions. Each time crazy shit followed us, Kenny calls it a curse.

I can't remember how many times he's died since then.

And that's when our next assignment was buzzed into us. Kenny was the one who got the call while we sat around our motel. Cartman and Kyle were quietly playing a video game together while I was shuffling threw news papers about the average, normal, everyday stuff.

His face turned pale and he hung up. Turning to face us.

"Got our next assignment" he mumbled

"If it's to go to that God damn hippie whole I already told them they can fucking dame us the effort and shoot me. I'm not going near any God damn hippies"

"No" he said "It's back in South park"

The room fell silent.