A/N: Hi there readers! So this is my second SP fic. I posted this and then was forced to take it off due to some family issues... (I would not object to anyone singing Kendra's mom is a stupid bitch in D minor) Anyway so over the past month I have had some time to think of ways to make this story better! So now that I have a laptop again I decided to make a few changes and repost this bad boy! So here it is, Chapter one of Meet My Twin.
Disclaimer: I dont own South Park! I promise!
Chapter 1:
Kyle POV
"And since all you children are frikin stupid, the school has insisted I be promoted so that I can be your eleventh grade teacher next year. As all of you know this will be my ninth year teaching you little retards."
A collective groan came from all my fellow classmates in Mr. Garrison's 10th grade class. Mr. Garrison was probably the worst teacher in South Park, Colorado. We thought we would finally be rid of him this year, but we were clearly wrong…. Again. The last day of sophomore year was now ruined by Garrison's announcement.
"Damn it!" I yelled slamming the book on my desk closed. My name is Kyle Broflovski. I just turned 17 years old last week and I attend South Park High School.
"Aw man!" Eric Cartman, aka fatass, exclaimed from the desk in front of me.
"Not again….." Stan Marsh, my super best friend since preschool, muttered holding the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.
My other friend, Kenny McCormick, responded only by banging his multiple times against his desk.
Similar responses were seen and heard from all around Mr. Garrison's classroom. We had aged a lot from the first time we had walked into Mr. Garrison's class but he hadn't. Mr. Garrison was still as annoying and gay as ever.
"Oh shut up!" Mr. Garrison yelled. "Don't forget an essay on The Lord of the Flies is due the day you come back."
The bell rang and we all gathered our things and left South Park High for the last time that year. Stan, Cartman, Kenny, and I began walking home from school still annoyed that Garrison was gonna ruin yet another year for us.
"Dude, at least its summer. That means we don't have to worry about school for like two months!" Stan said always trying to stay positive. At 17 years old, Stan was now 5'11", but he looked pretty much the same. He still had steely blue eyes and black hair that stuck out a little from the blue baseball cap he was wearing.
"Yeah maybe for you, but my mom is gonna kill me if I don't make an A on my Lord of the Flies Essay!" I said kicking a rock angrily as much as I hated to admit it, my mom could be a total bitch sometimes.
"Whatever. I'll see you guys tomorrow," Kenny said walking towards his house on the bad side of town. Kenny hadn't changed much either. He was 5'10" with grayish eyes and blonde hair. I watch him pull his headphones out of his backpack and plug in his iPod. Kenny almost always was wearing his headphones. I remember when we were in elementary school, he would always wear a hood to protect himself from the messed up things that always happened in South Park. Mr. Mackie, the councilor said that it was a defense mechanism. Now that he had outgrown his parka, he wore headphones instead.
We said good bye to Kenny before continuing on towards our homes. We came up to Cartman's house next.
"Bye Stan. Bye Jew-boy. See you guys tomorrow," Cartman said walking into his house. Cartman had lost most of his baby fat but was still the fattest out of everyone in our grade. He also turned out to be the shortest in our group at a whopping 5'9".
Stan and I looked at each other, rolled our eyes and went our separate ways towards our own homes.
I pulled off my childhood green ushanka and ran my hands through my bright red Jew-fro. Luckily my hair had calmed down some. I was already noticed enough for being the tallest kid in our grade. After a huge growth spurt in the 8th grade, I ended up being a full 6'3". I walked through my front door, threw my backpack on the ground, and went to go make myself a snack.
EllePOV
I got off the plane from Phoenix at the Denver airport. There was no one waiting for me. I wasn't expecting there to be. I got weird looks walking by myself through the busy airport. I was only 16 years old and apparently it was unusual to see a girl of my age wandering around by myself. I quickly got a cab outside and closed the door.
"Where to, miss?" the taxi driver asked.
"21208 East Bonaza Circle in South Park."
"Yes ma'am."
I sat back and waited for the drive to be over. When it was, I would hopefully be at my new home.
CartmanPOV
I got home from school and sat on the couch with a box of my favorite snack, cheesy poofs. I flipped through the channels aimlessly waiting for something interesting to happen. Suddenly the doorbell rang.
"Mom, someone's at the door!" I yelled.
The doorbell rang again.
"MOM! THE DOOR!" I yelled again. When my mom decided to ignore me I got up to answer the frikin door myself. "God that bitch must be hard of hearing or something. Jesus." I muttered stomping to the front door.
I opened the door and saw some teenage girl standing there. She was medium height, probably 5'6" or 5'7", with light brown hair that flowed down to her waist and big brown eyes. She was wearing a pink long sleeved shirt and jeans with a pink and purple striped Ushanka hat. "Hi… Is this the Cartman residence?" The girl asked.
"Yeah who the hell are you?" I asked glaring at the stranger.
"My name is Elle. Is Leanne here?"
"I don't know!" I said rolling my eyes. Jesus was I supposed to know where my mom was every second of the day.
"Well can you go check? Jesus!" she said crossing her arms and tapping her foot with an annoyed look on her face.
"Fine….. Bitch…" I mumbled as I went to go find mom. I pounded on my mother's bedroom door. "Mom there's some random girl here to see you!"
"Hold on a minute Poopsykins!" My mom said from the other side of the door. She walked out in a robe followed by her new husband and my…. Stepfather, Shane.
"Hi….." The girl sounded very nervous. "Can I come in and talk to you?"
I stood to the side and watched the girl squirm. "Sure come on in!" My mom said leading her into the kitchen. That was when I noticed the suitcases in the girl's hands.
The girl stood in my living room just looking at all the photos on the wall. There were pictures of my mom and me everywhere. I thought it was embarrassing. The girl followed my mom into our kitchen. I watched from a distance.
"How can I help you?" My mom said sitting down at the kitchen table and motioning for the girl to do likewise.
"Ok…. Ms. Cartman…. I know this is gonna sound crazy but just hear me out ok?" The girl said. The speech sounded well rehearsed. "16 years ago, on July 1st, you gave birth to your son." She jerked her thumb towards the place I was standing.
My mom looked like she was about to interrupt, but the girl stopped her. "Please. Let me finish. But you have to know that on that day you also gave birth to a daughter." I almost started laughing. This girl was crazy! Did she think my mom was stupid?
"Yes they told I was going to have twins but that one of them died…." My mom whispered.
"Mom! What the hell are you talking about!" I asked surprised.
The girl didn't even let my mom answer. "Ms. Cartman, I know this is going to sound extremely strange but…. My name is Elle Fitzhugh and I am your daughter."
A/N: Yes I know it was short but I tried! I'll try and make some of the other chapters longer! Ta ta for now!
~Kendra B
