Chapter One: Meeting Tammy Warner
(Kenny's POV)
It's about 7:02 am, and I'm just about ready to leave the house and head for the Bus Stop. Zipping up my special Orange Parka and flipping on the hood, I step out of my room and traverse towards the door. My parents, Carol and Stuart, are arguing, as always. I silently chuckle and walk out the door. I take one last look at my house before heading to the bus stop. I was pretty much born into poverty, and I have my father to thank for that. According to my Mom, he WAS a nice guy, but nowadays, he blows what little money we manage to scrape up and spends it all on beer and Vodka. I usually get teased about my poverty by a boy named Eric Cartman.
Now, honesty, the dude's fat, but tell him that and he'll go off like a fucking fuse, and he'll start bawling about how he's "not fat" and that he's just "big-boned."
In my opinion, that's an excuse to not make any real effort to try and lose a few pounds, but oh well.
I make it to the bus stop just before everyone else. A boy in a green ushanka greets me.
"Hey Kenny."
His name is Kyle Broflovski. I'm not the only one who pestered by Cartman excessively. Kyle gets insulted by Cartman because of his Jewish background, and Kyle usually throws back insults like "Fatass" and "Asshole" and stuff like that.
"Hey Kyle, what's up, Stan?" I reply, my parka muffles my voice, but my friends manage to understand me.
Stan is known as the leader of our group. He's also in a relationship with a girl named Wendy Testaburger.
Stan and Kyle are best friends. They always seem to do everything together. And sometimes, I get a little jealous because I don't have a best friend.
Following behind them is that fat piece of crap Eric Cartman.
We're all around the same age of 13, though Stan is a few months older. We're all waiting for the bus to take us to South Park Middle School.
"Kenny, I swear, your family is so poor, you make Kyle look normal." He says.
"Fuck you, asshole." I reply.
"What the hell do you mean 'Make me look normal'? You have no room to be calling anybody abnormal, fatass!" Kyle yells.
"Fuck you, too, Jew." Cartman retorted, getting into a fighting stance.
Right when it looked like Kyle was about to throw the first punch, Stan stopped them.
"Dudes, can we not do this here? Come on, let's go, the bus is here." Stan said.
I take a seat 5 aisles down the front. Alone. As always.
That's when a girl with brown hair and red highlights sits next to me. She smiles and says:
"Hi, I'm Tammy, and you are?"
I take a minute to look her over. She seems really cute, but why did she sit here? Aren't there any other empty seats on the bus? She sees me checking her out and blushes. My cheeks turn pink.
"I'm Kenny." I say, my voice muffled by my parka.
I have no idea how, but she understood me and said: "Well hello there, Kenny. I hope we can be friends."
"Yeah, me too." I barely manage to muffle.
She smiles at me all the way to South Park Middle School.
Stan notices this and whispers to Kyle:
"Who's that girl sitting next to Kenny?"
"I dunno, dude, but Kenny doesn't seem to mind." Kyle replies.
Kyle's got it right. I think I might like her a little bit, but…
I dunno if anybody knows this, but I'm death prone. You know, like accident prone but instead of breaking stuff, you die? Yeah, that's it. I die in a whole bunch of crazy ways. Some of them are quick and painless, but most are slow and very painful. Every girl I've tried to get with has always rejected me because they were afraid if they were near me, they'd die, too. That's why I've been single so long, and I didn't want Tammy to reject me, too. I look over at her and she's still smiling at me. She sees me looking at her and blushes. I turn my head the other way and blush slightly.
"Oh boy…" I whisper.
Today was going to be an interesting day.