I'm a new fan to South Park and saw Stanley's Cup for the first time last December. And... yeah, it's as bad everyone says. It pissed me off so much, I had to write this story. So enjoy.

It was the first Monday after the traumatic peewee hockey game. Within the halls of South Park Elementary was the young, cynical couch of those poor little hockey players, Stan Marsh. With his eyes on his feet and a guilty expression on his face, the black haired boy walked into his classroom and sat in his usual seat, with a few minutes to spare. As he looked around the classroom, he took some mental notes; for one, most of the kids were staring at with mixed expressions, and that a few seats were still empty. As stated before, Stan came into class early, so it makes sense that a few seats were vacant. The blue hatted child was waiting for the scorns to launch at him, the angry comments to flood all over him.

"It's not like I don't deserve them" he thought to himself. "That hockey game was all over the news. Everyone knows what happened." he thought to himself. Stan's stomach was turning with remorse. He had already gotten angry phone calls up the ass and out from the parents of the hockey team. What would his friends say to him after what happened to such innocent little boys under his watch? He waited for the rage to come, but he received something else in its place.

"Uh... hey Stan." the first voice to speak up was Butters "How are you doing?" he asked with his usual innocent voice

As of that question, Stan couldn't handle the suspense any longer. He looked up from his desk and spoke aloud "How do you think I'm doing?" he exclaimed in frustration "I mean, you all know what happened to that hockey team I was coaching, and I know you're all pissed off at me! So just get it over with, I know you all want to yell at me too!" he ranked, willing to accept anymore scolding he was about to be given. Once again, though, he was just meant with another moment of silence.

"Not really." replied Tokken, much to the guilty coach's confusion

"You mean, you guys aren't angry at me over those kids getting hurt?" he asked referring to everyone in the class

"Why would we be?" asked Jimmy from the other side of the classroom "You weren't the one on the i-i-ice with those kids." he added in order to comfort his friend

"Yeah, and coaching a peewee hockey team? That sounds like way too much pressure, GAH!" announced Tweak from the back row. All his shaking and twitching earned him a nice, quick back rub from Craig, who was sitting right next to him.

Stan was at first stunned by the merciful words of his fellow classmates. Their understanding of the situation lifted a tremendous burden from his young shoulders "Wow... thanks guys. I thought you'd be giving me shit all day." he smiled for the first time since the game.

Then Kenny, who was sitting between Stan and Eric, added with a muffled tone, "Yeah, don't sweat it dude. Fatass over here's done worse shit to people on purpose." the orange coated foul mouth pointed a right thumb to a surprisingly quiet Cartman, who just sat there happily lost in thought hroughout the whole conversation.

"Ha, good point." Stan replied, but curiously turned his glare to the red jacket sadist he knew as his "friend"

"What? No smart-ass jokes today, Cartman?" he finally caught Cartman's attention. The boy in the red poof ball hat was suspicious of Eric not jumping at the opportunity to pour salt on his wounds. It was just something that the asshole took a sick thrill out of.

Finally, Cartman began chuckling with glee. "Oh, no my dear, Stanley. I should be thanking you for what you've done." he replied holding back his snickering

Stan rose an eyebrow, wondering what the jerk was talking and laughing about "What do you mean?" he asked, fearing the answer to come, if he knew Cartman well

With glee, Eric explained "I don't have to make fun of your screw up, I'm getting all the laughs I need from that Jew's sorry face!" he replied laughing even harder than before "No really, you should get his brother mauled more often! HAHAHAHAHA!" he lost control of himself and began laughing hysterically

Stan gasped and bit his lower lip in panic "KYLE!" he screamed in his head "Oh, Jesus, I promised him nothing bad would happen to Ike during that game! I'm so boned when he gets to class!" he thought to himself, practically bit his nails. The one positive thing about this is that his green hatted comrade wasn't in class when he arrived.

"Oh, Timmy..." said the red head in the wheelchair, apparently even he could see the situation Stan was currently in.

"Oh, yeah," said Craig as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his head "Um, Stan, Kyle might not be as understanding as we are. I'd be pretty pissed at you if that was my little sister." he basically said what everyone else in class was thinking.

The black haired boy looked to his left, staring at the empty chair where the lovable hot head usually sat. Sinking into denial, Stan nervously grinned and said out loud, "Ah, come on guys," he chuckled in panic "I-i mean this is Kyle. He's not one to hold a grudge, right?" he rhetorically asked as he began twitching as if he drank as much coffee as Tweak. Suddenly, the clock hit the thirty second hit as class was about to begin. Then, the last handful of students walked into class and took their seats. However, it wasn't Kyle who took the seat next to the black haired ten year old, but one of the girls who Stan barely knew.

Because Mr. Garrison was now walking into class beginning the lessons, Stan had to whisper his question to the red haired girl sitting next to him, "Hey, Lola," he muttered as she looked back from the board, "Where's Kyle?" he whispered

All Lola said was this "He gave me his lunch money to switch seats with him for a few days." with that, she turned her attention back to Mr Garrison's lecturing on why TMZ sucks ass.

Stan silently gasped to himself as he leaned back in his chair, only to catch a certain figure dressed in green and orange. The boy in question was quietly staring on at the board, looking extremely depressed, betrayed and slightly angry. Stan bit his lower lip again as he started making light sounds, trying in vain to catch Kyle's attention. The only attention he managed to catch was Mr Garrison's.

"Stanley, would you like to share what has you so distracted right now?" the pervert teacher scolded with his arms on his hips.

Stan jumped straight in his facing the board, before Kyle could turn his head and catch Stan "Um, uh no Mr. Garrison." he responded with a red, blushing face.

"Alright then. Now children, the staff of TMZ refer to themselves as "writers," while the rest of the world refers to them as "ass-wods"

The lecture faded out of Stan's mind as it went on. All he could think about was how angry his best friend was at him. What the hell could he do to make this up to him? For now, he would just have to wait until the end of the period to even to close to Kyle to repair the wound in their friendship.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

MY FIRST SOUTH PARK STORY! I only plan to do 4 chapters of this at least or at most. So leave an honest review and tell me what you think of this concept

(I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK)