South Park High School seemed to gleam in the late summer sun, and the leaves on the trees blew gently, caressed by a slight breeze. It was an absolutely beautiful day, perfect for playing a game of football or going on a picnic, but that didn't matter, because it was the first day of school. The students didn't know it, but all their warm and fuzzy summer memories had already begun to fade from their minds and their blood pressure way slowly creeping way up. For some, it was the first day of many more high school years to come, but for others, like Stan and Kyle, it was their last year ever. And that was fucking great.

Kyle sat in his homeroom class, feeling bored already. He had gone through all the possible scenarios he could think of for the year ahead, and none of them were particularly appealing. He wanted to fast forward to his graduation in June, but for now he was stuck with the same old kids in the same old classroom he had been with for three years. He needed change, but in what form he didn't know.

"Kyle," a voice came from seemingly far away, and Kyle blinked lazily. Everything felt as if it were going in slow motion and…

"Kyle, dude, wake up!" Stan Marsh, his best friend laughed, poking him in the shoulder.

Kyle stretched out his arms on the desk and yawned. "Shit, did I fall asleep already?" he asked incredulously. The year was going to go by a lot more slowly than he had first thought.

"Mmhmm. But it doesn't really matter, 'cause Mr. Leroy isn't here yet."

"He's not? But he's like, the biggest punctuation nazi ever!"

"Maybe we have a new homeroom teacher. That would be cool."

"I guess. Especially if it was a girl."

"Yeah, a hot girl. Kenny would've—" Stan's voiced trailed off, and the two of them fell into a silence, each retreating into their own thoughts.

Finally Stan spoke up. "I don't really wanna talk about him right now," Stan muttered, unconsciously squeezing an eraser in his left hand. His azure eyes were troubled when he looked up to meet Kyle's gaze, and Kyle knew all too well what was going on in his mind. That thing last year with Kenny had been totally—

"Sorry I'm late, students," Came a breathless voice, and Stan didn't bother looking up. He had seen Mr. Leroy's shiny red face and balding head often enough, thanks. But Kyle suddenly elbowed him in the ribs.

"Dude, look up!" he hissed, and Stan raised his head to see what Kyle was so excited about.

There was a girl standing there, who appeared just a little too skinny. She had long charcoal colored hair, and wide hazel eyes framed with thick eyelashes. Her mouth was small and compact, yet full. So, she was a pretty girl, nothing to get your knickers in a twist over. Sure, there weren't that many in their high school, but when you already were in love, like Stan was, other girls didn't matter. Well, not that much at least.

"She's pretty hot," Stan whispered back, but Kyle didn't appear to hear him. He was staring at the girl with a mesmerized look on his face. Stan sighed; did he have to do everything?

"Keep your cool," Stan said in a low voice, and Kyle snapped out of his trance and replaced the lovesick look on his face with one of total indifference. Much better.

"Okay, we have a new student," Mr. Leroy announced, as if everyone hadn't already noticed. "Wendy, I think your name was. Go ahead and tell us a little about yourself."

The girl stepped forward confidently, and you could practically hear all the eyes moving in their sockets to watch her.

"Hi, everyone. I'm Wendy Testaburger and I moved here from…" her voice trailed off and a strange expression came into her eyes, before she hastily continued, "I moved here from Denver. I like reading and I have a cat. I guess that's it."

"Good," Mr. Leroy stated, shooting Wendy a pleased glance. "Does anyone have any questions for your new peer?"

Craig's hand shot up.

"Do you have any single sisters?" Craig leaned back in his seat with a satisfied smirk on his lips while everyone laughed.

Wendy didn't look rattled at all. "No, I'm an only child. Do you have any single brothers?"

Craig's eyebrows raised in appreciation as everyone laughed at him this time. The new chick had officially become "cool" in the eyes of everyone in their homeroom.

Kyle watched her, his face stoic. But inside he was leaping for joy. Wendy was smart; finally, someone smart who didn't have any unfortunate orthodontic issues was at their school. He would be able to talk to Stan about girlfriend related stuff now!

Someone was getting a little ahead of themselves.

"Alright, settle down, class." Mr. Leroy shouted above the din, and shooed the cluster of girls who had gathered around Wendy to fawn over her shoes back to their desks. "Wendy, you can sit next to Kyle."

"I don't mean to be rude, but who's Kyle?"

Mr. Leroy blushed, which Kyle thought was highly inappropriate for a male teacher to do. That sick pervert.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you're new. Kyle's the one with that mass of curly fire engine red hair," Mr. Leroy pointed out, and Kyle resisted the urge to get into a fistfight with him. Did he have to make some wisecrack about his hair again?

"Oh. Okay," Wendy replied, as she gracefully walked over to where Kyle was sitting and took a seat next to him.

Stan nudged him slyly in the side, and Kyle resisted his urge to grin like a maniac. She was sitting next to him!

"Hey," She whispered. "Can I see your schedule?"

"Sure," Kyle replied, handing the slip of paper with his classes and teachers on it over to her.

"Cool, you're in my English class," She told him after she had finished reading it over.

"Really? So am I," Came Stan's voice, and Kyle turned to look at him. He had almost forgotten about his best friend during his exchange with Wendy.

"Oh yeah. Wendy, this is Stan," Kyle said. He wondered how Wendy would react. Most girls went into some kind of blabbing fit when they saw how handsome Stan was, but Wendy wasn't like most girls.

"Nice to meet you. Do you play football?" she asked, noticing the football shaped necklace Stan wore. Everyone always kidded him about how gay it was, but Stan wore it because his girlfriend Heidi had given it to him. And everyone knew how lovey dovey those two were.

"Yeah. Actually, I'm captain of the football team." Stan said modestly, his shaggy dark hair falling in his eyes.

"You must be good, then. Do you play too, Kyle?"

"No. I prefer the intellectual side of life."

Stan muffled his laughter by pretending to cough, and Wendy luckily didn't seem to notice.

"So do I! We have so much in common!" She exclaimed, her hazel eyes sparkling merrily.

Stan watched Kyle redden, and grinned inwardly. Kyle was so naïve; it was fun to watch him interacting with a girl he probably thought was way out of his league. Stan decided to help him along, as he was probably too shy to do anything on his own.

"So, Wendy, do you wanna sit with us at lunch or something?" Stan asked boldly, and Wendy looked surprised.

"That's so awesome of you guys. I'd love to!" She replied, and Kyle's heart soared.

'I am on cloud fucking nine. Thank you sweet baby Jesus!' Kyle thought, as the bell to signal their first class of the school year rang and everyone shuffled off.

Kyle spaced out during all his classes, but it didn't matter as the teachers just stated their class rules and other boring shit like that. He forced himself to walk slowly to the Cafeteria when the lunch bell rang, as he didn't want to seem desperate, and was glad to see that Stan was already there with Wendy. He had to be casual.

"Hey Kyle," The two of them chorused in unison, and Kyle's mood soured a little. When had they become such BFF's?

"Hey," he replied, settling down next to Stan so as not to arouse suspicion. He then noticed that Wendy only had an apple and a bottle of water, and decided to be gallant and offer to buy her lunch. "Wendy, is that all you're eating? You'll be hungry if—"

"No, I'm fine," she interjected. "I ate a big breakfast." She must have noticed the "ohmyfuckinggodshehatesmenow" look on Kyle's face, as she quickly pointed to someone sitting on the other end of the Cafeteria.

"Who's that?"

Both Stan and Kyle turned to look around, and what they saw caused both of them to recoil as if they had been bitchslapped.

What Wendy was referring to was a slightly overweight boy with dark brown hair who was sitting at a table by himself, and all the tables around him were empty as well. Stan and Kyle glanced at each other, not knowing how they should go about this.

"Uh, that's Eric Cartman," Kyle finally spoke up, knowing how sensitive Stan was about this topic.

Wendy raised her eyebrows. "You say his name like he's famous."

"Well, around here he kinda is."

"Why is he sitting by himself?"

"Uh…"

Stan chose that moment to speak, and when he did his voice was laced with barely contained anger. "Seriously, Wendy, he doesn't need your pity. He's a monster."

"That seems a little extreme. At my old school I was—anyways, that doesn't matter now. He can't be that bad," Wendy said, looking at Cartman with an expression of empathy on her face.

"We have to tell her," Kyle said to Stan, while Wendy looked on in confusion.

"Tell me what?"

"Wendy," Stan said slowly, "Cartman killed Kenny."

"He what?!"

To be continued…

A/N: Finally, it's complete! I am back, with all my horrendous (and horrendously long) SP fanfictions! Please leave a review; that would be oh so kind of you. I would like to know what you think. Make predictions, rant about how OOC some people are, go for it! This was originally supposed to be in first person (Wendy) but I scrapped that idea. Anyways, stay tuned and I'll love you always! ;