A/N: I just got into this fandom like a couple weeks ago and figured I'd write an idea I had for it. Anywho~I don't own South Park, enjoy!
Prologue
Kenny McCormick felt like a coward. Such a dirty, shameful little coward, but he couldn't help it. He was pinned. Pinned to the dirty, rat infested ground in what was referred to as 'the goonies' of South Park.
He was pinned by a man, whose age he had to assume was thirty above his own. Kenny was only fourteen. The older male's dirty old breath smelled horrid, as if he had just eaten a fish and an onion. His face was also appalling, as it looked as if he had tried to shave but gave up halfway through. His build was chubby but strong, and covered in sharp hairs. It wasn't soft, like Kenny had hoped.
The child wanted to feel sorry for himself, but couldn't. As he knew, it was his own doing. As per usual, he'd have to bear through it. Just like every other night. Every lonely night he spent walking along these streets, trading his own body for cash.
Why his father had to spend their welfare checks on alcohol, he didn't know. Though, it always happened. Kenny knew if his own parents wouldn't take responsibility for their family's well-being, he had to. It didn't even feel like a choice anymore.
Chapter One: Essays
Kenny sighed, as he looked up into the murky sky. Drops of rain fell onto his dirty face, keeping a few specks of freckles company. He sighed, looking down at his worn out boots and shivered in his oversized orange hoodie. He liked it that way, though. It covered the scratches and bruises he wanted to keep concealed. Though, it didn't matter either way. He didn't believe anyone would care. Not about him, or any of his wounds.
He walked along the frozen sidewalks of South Park, Colorado. His beloved home town, but at the same time, he hated it. Despised it even. He knew whatever suffering he'd gone through in the first years of his life lied in the past of this town. He didn't like to be reminded of his past, or his future either. He knew it would always be exactly the same.
It would always be the same sheer hell.
Thinking of his past only made him dread everything that was to come. The future and everything that lies with it; he knows nothing will change. Nothing will ever get better. He'll be stuck in the same life he lives from now on.
What kind of kid thinks like this at fourteen years old? Kenny thinks to himself, chuckling just a bit.
He shakes the thoughts from his mind, as he soon sees his bus stop awaiting. With it, are his three closest friends: Stan, Kyle and Eric; who was referred to as Cartman.
"Hey, Kenny!" Stan smirks, waving as he walks to them.
"Hey guys." Kenny mumbles through his parka. He wasn't one for being loud, unlike the other three, who were perfectly fine with making their voices heard.
Beside Stan, Kyle and Cartman both argued.
"I told you Craig and Tweek were dating!" Cartman fussed, his chubby arms over his chubby chest.
"No you didn't, fat ass!" Kyle grumped, his skinny arms over his skinny chest.
"Yeah, I did!"
"No you didn't! I knew they were dating!"
"Oh, please. You stupid Jew."
Kyle growled at his overweight companion and only rolled his eyes, before turning and seeing Kenny, who had a smirk on his face.
"Hey, Kenny." Kyle sighed, brushing fake dirt off his jacket.
"Hey, Kenny." Cartman smirked, nudging Kyle to the side as he walked beside him.
Kenny chuckled. "Hey, you guys."
"So, what's new?" Stan asked, as Kyle walked to the other side of Kenny; away from Cartman.
Kenny shrugged, sighing. "Nothing new. Everything's about as crappy as ever. You?"
The other three laughed, not realizing what Kenny meant when he said crappy. It wasn't crappy like 'too much homework' crappy; it was a kind of crappy he didn't want any of his friends, or anyone for that matter, to have to go through.
The other three then began to discuss how they stayed up past two finishing homework. That was considered torture to the teens in South Park.
As Kyle and Cartman soon began to argue again, this time over whether the math homework or the science homework was harder, the bus soon arrived at the stop.
The door shot open and Ms. Crabtree screeched at them. "Get on the bus! We're late!"
The four piled on the bus, pushing the one in front of them into seats. When the bus started to drive again, Kenny tripped but managed to land in a seat with Kyle. Stan sat with Cartman, to keep him and Kyle from their arguing.
Kyle didn't waste a moment of talking, as per usual. "I did know they were going out!"
Kenny looked over at his scowling friend. "Tweek and Craig?"
Kyle nodded, pointing to a bus seat where said couple sat. Their hands were entwined and a pink blush was on Tweek's twitching face. When Craig leaned over and kissed his cheek, Tweek let out a quick, "Gah!" like always.
Kenny smiled at the couple before turning back to Kyle. "That's pretty cute."
"No kidding." Kyle chuckled. "I wonder how Tweek asked him out…"
The two heard Cartman chuckle a bit behind them.
They both turned and Kyle asked, "What's so funny, fat ass?"
Cartman shook his head. "You stupid Jew. There's no way Tweek asked him out."
Kenny nodded. "Yeah, I mean Tweek's kind of a spaz."
Stan's face grew noticeably confused. "What? No way. Craig's a total wuss."
Cartman laughed. "That's what you said in third grade. But who ended up kicking whose ass?"
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Neither, fat ass. They both ended up in the hospital."
"Well, Craig fought better."
Kenny's eyes rolled. "Why don't you just ask them?"
"Yeah." Stan said, looking over at the couple. "Hey! Tweek, Craig!"
The pair both looked back at them, knees on the seats.
"What?" Craig asked, as he put an arm around his twitching boyfriend.
"Who asked out who?" Stan asked. "You or Tweek?"
At this, Tweek's face grew a darker tint of pink as Craig chuckled. "Me, of course."
Cartman and Kenny both chuckled, as Stan and Kyle sighed.
"Whatever." Kyle groaned, sinking back into his seat with Kenny.
"I guess that means Craig's on top, huh?" Kenny laughing, getting a flick in the back of the head from Stan.
"Shut up, Kenny." Stan groaned, but he still laughed. It's not like he was wrong.
Kyle laughed beside his friend, as he leaned his head on Kenny's shoulder. Kenny blushed just a bit, but not enough for it to be noticeable.
"Ugh. I hardly got any sleep last night. I'm so tired." The Jew groaned, yawning.
"Well, don't fall asleep now." Kenny advised, flicking Kyle's forehead. "We're here."
"God damn it." Kyle groaned, shutting his eyes aggravated.
The bus soon came to an abrupt stop, ramming some students into the seat in front of them. The four boys stood from their seats and all stepped off together. They walked into the entrance of South Park Middle School for another dreaded day of eighth grade.
They all walked to their homeroom and first period, Lit, which they all were lucky enough to have together. None of them bothered to greet the teacher, they all just sat at their table for four.
"So, did anyone happen to finish their homework?" Cartman laughed. "Because I need some to copy."
Kyle shifted away from him. "You're not copying mine, fat boy!"
"Mine either." Stan stated, moving his books off the table.
Cartman then turned to Kenny. "You're my only hope, Kenny."
Kenny, in turn, rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Cartman then pulled out puppy dog eyes and his pleading, high-pitched mumbles. "But Kenny..."
Cartman then pulled a necklace out from hiding under his jacket. Half of a BFF necklace.
God damn it. Kenny thought, as he pulled out his own and looked at it.
"It's what BFFs do, Kenny." Cartman smirked, knowing Kenny would crack.
Stan and Kyle both kicked Cartman under the table, making him grunt in pain, as Kenny shook his head again. "Nope."
Cartman sighed in defeat. "Fine."
After the announcements were read over the intercom by the principal, the teacher walked to the front of the room and clapped her hands together.
"Alright class." She announced, her voice loud and proud. "Today, we'll be starting a new project. You'll work in groups of two-"
The class interrupted her to cheer, until she interrupted back.
"-which I will assign."
Curses were then made throughout the room.
The teacher continued. "In your groups you will write an essay about a controversial topic that Americans face. Whatever you like, as long as it's a relevant issue. It will be due in three weeks."
All the students groaned and cursed again, as the teacher pulled out her clipboard.
"Don't worry too much, class. I tried putting you with the people you hang out with the most."
Stan and Kyle looked at each other and smirked, as Cartman looked at Kenny. Kenny just looked at the ground.
The teacher then began to read the list. "Alright, first…Tweek will be with Craig."
Both boys could be heard sighing happily. Craig mumbled, "Thank god."
She continued reading the list. "Wendy will be with Bebe; Clyde with Token; Kenny with Kyle; Stan with Eric…"
"No!" Stan cried, as Cartman snarled at him.
Kyle sighed, but chuckled as he looked over at Kenny. "I guess that works. At least you're good at writing."
Kenny laughed and shook his head, as the teacher continued to read names.
Though the boys didn't bother paying attention. Stan was still lost in shock that he had to write a paper with Cartman. Obviously he'd be doing all the work.
Inside his mind, Kyle swore. Damn it, Kenny's way too awkward to be around for a long while. Especially while writing an essay.
The teacher soon finished naming the pairs and got onto the lesson of the day. None of the boys bothered to take notes. They never did anyway, why start now?
Soon enough, the bell rang and they walked off to their next class. Kenny and Kyle talked in the halls.
"So, an essay about a 'controversial issue' huh?" Kyle sighed, using air quotes.
Kenny nodded, his attention not on Kyle but lost in his mind somewhere. He wasn't sure where.
"What should we do?" Kyle wondered aloud. "I mean, there's a lot. And we only have three weeks."
Kyle looked over to Kenny, whose focus was on a nearby wall. "Hm?"
He then nudged Kenny with his elbow. "Kenny!"
Kenny was launched back into reality. "Huh?"
"The essay, dumb ass!" Kyle grumped. "We've only got three weeks, so we might as well pick a topic now."
Kenny nodded, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets. "Hm…"
"Maybe we should try and appeal to a more touching subject."
"Like child trafficking or something?"
"Perfect." Kyle sighed, as he and Kenny continued to walk down the halls.
"We can start working on it later, I guess."
"Tomorrow. Ike has some school thing tonight and I've got to go."
"Alright. Tomorrow, at my place?" Kenny asked, wondering if it was a mistake to ask that.
Kyle faced away from his friend for a moment to express worry. He then turned back and smirked nervously. "Uh, sure."
"Or not?"
Kyle shook his head rapidly. "No, no! That's fine! I'll come over to your place tomorrow then, yeah?"
Kenny nodded. "Sure."
Kyle smirked as he turned into his second period class and Kenny continued onto his own.
His face then turned almost sour. "Fuck."
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