CHAPTER ONE
Orange, it was orange.A rusty, worn out shade of orange that just seemed to fit.It wasn't exactly thick.More of the terms of comfort than warmth.It was stitched and patched in some places, dusty and oftenly unwashed.The metallic zipper was stuck at the collar, making it a pull-over.The hood, was undeniably more of a mask.Its' depth kept one warmth in a heart so cold it stung.The strings were always long and dangling, often pulled so tight they almost broke off.But that would be alright, because he would fix them.The pockets were stitched so many a time.There always seemed to be a hole in them.Some would ponder why even try keep it going.Most would wonder why many things he kept going.But to himself, he knew the answer.That answer was because if he didn't, who would do it for him?
Kenny McCormic was doubtedly the most poorest in all the rocky mountains of South Park, Colorado.A five dollar bill was lucky enough for him.But woe was he, the most unluckiest person in his small home town. "Kenny!Go get me a beer!" his father yelled from the springy cushions of the old, beat up living room couch. "Yes, sir," Kenny called out through his muffling parka hood.His gloved hands reached into the 'fridge and pulled out a Keystone can of beer.The teen carried it to his father reluctantly.Kenny's father grabbed it out of his clutch and muttered something about him being slow.
Kenny retreated to the front door of their trailer, not wanting to be around whilst his father drank. "Hey Ken, get me another pack while yer out eh?" his father slurred from his seat, tossing his wallet towards him.Kenny merely nodded and picked it up from their poorly carpeted floor, then scurried out the door into the cold morning air.It of course, was a school day.But unfortunately for Kenny, he'd slept in until twelve o' clock.Seeing as how the day was half gone, he had decided to take a break from a stale, boring classroom and roam the town.He reached into his parka pocket and submerged a pack of cigarettes and his cheap, red Bic lighter.
Kenny placed a cancer stick between his chapped lips and lit it up.He stopped walking to enjoy a long, refreshing lungful of the toxic smoke.He sighed, leaving a cloud of pale gray in the sunny air.Looking around with crystalized blue eyes, Kenny noticed he'd walked himself to Starks' Pond.Although it was awfully cold outside, the water still glistened with ripples from the wind, un-iced from the harsh temperature.Kenny picked up a snowy stone and chucked it into the chilly water, taking another breath of smoke.He sat down on the large old log he'd sat on before with his friends from last night.
Kyle, Stan, and Cartman weren't exactly his friends.But Kenny liked to think so.He enjoyed the idea that maybe they actually gave a second thought about his un-wealthy self.Who was he kidding though, Eric Cartman cared about no one but himself and Adolph Hitler.Even after the long five years passed, he was still the same ignorant, racist, selfish, fat, pig he was in fifth grade.Perhaps Stan and Kyle cared?Stan was now in high school football and had really shaped into a muscular, cliche jock.He weighed in at about one hundred and sixty pounds, pure muscle and was six foot three inches tall.Kyle, on the other hand, had stuck to his studies.His frame was slender, girlish one could say.Kenny didn't know for sure because they never talked about it but he guessed Kyle weighed one hundred and thirty-five pounds and was around five foot five inches tall.
Kenny weighed a proud (to him) one hundred and twenty pounds and was a good height of five foot eight inches tall.He of course was failing tenth grade though, and as for football; he'd die too much to be of any use.There wasn't much he could do to fit in with his friends.Thinking about it, Kenny almost figured his only role in hanging out with the three was to give perverted knowledge and die.Yet now that Stan had made more friends in sports, he'd gotten around and had found things out too.So really, Kenny didn't have much use as being around anymore.
He stood up and dropped his cigarette but onto the ground, crunching his No.Bo. Williams Converse imitation shoe from Wal-mart over it into the snow, putting out the embers.Kenny pulled down his orange hood and scratched his head.He attempted to comb out the tangles in his wild, blond hair with his fingers but to no avail. "I need a hair cut soon," he muttered to himself, tugging his hood back up over his head down to his eyebrows and over his mouth.Kenny sighed, walking back to the street and down the sidewalk into town.He needed to get that beer his father had asked him to get.