I haven't written anything since I was a Kyman fan. A FUCKING KYMAN FAN.

You don't even understand..

But yeah, I'm writting again, and this time I have grown affections for Crenny (though there are Creek parts.)

This is basically a stream of consciousness type of style. If you don't know what that is, then think Catcher In The Rye. If you don't know what that is, then just think of someone's thoughts written out. And yeah, that's what that is.

It's also told from Craig's point of view, the entire time because swtiching POV's isn't something i like.

And I owe a bunch of thanks to my unnamed roleplay partner, who I would not have written a lot of this with out. They're the best Kenny ever.

That's enough talking! Love time~

Infinite thought with nothing to say. That's how it always was, huh?

That field with nothing but wandering geese in it, who always seemed to stop by early in the morning before the sun was even fully up. It was like it was a hotspot on a travel map and was all too seemingly perfect to stop and take a break in. They'd remain there for a while, claiming the field that was normally used for soccer practice as their own.

I liked watching them a lot. Something about staring at those birds interested me. Maybe it was how they knew just where they were going, or the fact that the only thing that mattered was that they got to that destination together. No knowledge of worth, or death, or anything else that might render the mind completely depleted of hope. Such strong feeling came from simple, mundane things such as this.

Maybe i should have been doing something other than pondering such silly things, because it wasn't like i would ever discuss them. It was my free period though and there really was nothing better for me to be doing. I always did my homework at home, so all that was left to occupy myself was to sit there and stare like I was one of the brain dead people of this town.

As my eyes scanned away from the flock, they instead caught on the hill that was a bit off in the distance. It was just outside of a metal fence that surrounded the premesis, flimsy and incapable of stopping anything from passing either in or out. It was pointless, even useless but there it stood anyway. It wasn't the hill itself that sparked the fuse of my imaginitive mind, but the many trees that adourned it, clustered together just as the geese who sat in the feild were. They were the only kind of tree that you'd ever find here, pine, and there were plenty of them to go wasn't the actual trees that made my mind race with these trivial thoughts but the mystery of what might lie within them. They almost seemed surreal.

If I ran out there and made it over the useless fence of wire, would anyone find me hiding there? And would anyone look? Would I be greeted by some weird snow troll that was behind all of the nasty weather in this shitty town? Meeting a snow troll was very likely in these parts afterall, and in all honesty, I'd much rather make friends with a snow troll than deal with this school for the rest of the day, especially since an annoying voice was drilling into my brain and giving me a headache.

Who's voice was it? Well, I was lucky enough to sit in front of the one and (thankfully) only Eric Cartman, who just couldnt shut his mouth for a second about something his mom promised to get him. I had managed to tune him out with my thoughts until this point, when his annoying voice became too much.

I shifted my glance from the hill back to the geese who were huddled together by the football field, trying to keep warm and most likely regretting their pit stop in this stupid town. I tried to imagine the sound of that snow monster, like if it'd be a roar or a small chirp. Maybe he'd be little, and maybe he'd run out and scare the geese away like it was a game. The thought almost made me smile in amusement. Almost.

The useless chatter happening behind me just couldn't be drowned out though. He was on a new subject now, probably the twentyeth new subject in the passed five minutes. I felt some sympathy for whoever he was talking to, and kind of hoped they were better at ignoring him that my attention span would let me be.

It would be my luck to have a studyhall where I couldn't relax. I had half a mind to turn in my chair and tell him to shut the fuck up but a slight hesitation made it so that the bell could beat me to the chase.

My glance traced away frome the window and down to where my backpack sat beside my chair, my hand already reaching down to grab the strap in one swift movement. I was't looking forward to the rest of the day, in fact, I even thought about even bailing out and walking home. Upon hearing that Eric was still going, only taking a few seconds of silence to get up from his seat, my longing to leave was even stronger.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder with a sigh and decided to just peace out of the classroom for now and take the rest in stride. Either way it was going to be a long day.

Once my backpack was hung over one shoulder, I carelessly turned and stepped towards the doorway without even looking. Without any forewarning I bumped into who I was sure was the person Eric had been talking to all period. I was a milisecond away from uttering an apology until I realized just who it was it was. When a bright, almost neon, orange parka came into view I felt all sympathy drain.

The tattered rags that were probably once a nice sheild from the weather made me somewhat angry, more so than you'd think a piece of clothing would, and that feeling alone almost infuriated me. It wasn't the actual article but what it stood for, what it held beneath it, which was a boy of my age but certainly not of my common sense.

Kenneth repulsed me. Him and his friends deserved not an ounce of my attention.

Without acknowledgement, I just just kept walking on towards the door that would finally let me out of this trap. Leaving the scene without any sense of apology made it seem almost like I did it on purpose, which I couldn't care less if that was what he thought.

Making my way into the hallway, I found myself joined by Clyde, who really wasn't any better than those two but since our houses were in close proximidy and the fucker wouldn't leave me alone we had become friends. The fact that his dad was a shoe salesman had made him a bit more sophisticated anyway, which was something that group of nothing but annoyance didn't have. Sophistication, that is. The same went for Tweek, who's parents owned a Coffee Shop, and even though he was this giant mess from the caffine that was sure to kill him one day, I liked him because even though he was a spaz nothing crazy ever happened when it was just me and him.

I threw my arm around the smaller blonde's shoulders when he joined us, saying nothing like usual. I just tugged him closer and continued to walk as he twitched around a bit, Clyde still talking my ear off about how Bebe was totally into him for the millionth time.

I had a million things I could have said, but I never said anything. I just silently listened with that expressionless face I always held, and the thought that maybe one day I'd be able to tell snow monster all about these things on my mind.

Please review. I would love feedback, or even to know if i should continue this~