Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. It belongs to their rightful owners Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

I've had this idea for quite some time now, but it took so long to get to with me being in school and all. HEADS UP! Some events in this story will be based off of my experiences! Perhaps I could get a beta?

Yeah, hey...The name's Stan Marsh.

After three suckish months of summer vacation, school is finally starting back tomorrow. I still can't believe how fucking slow it passed. Normally this would be a good thing, but I didn't have anyone I really liked to hang out with this time around.

All of my old friends...are gone and I never would've thought they could slip away from me so easily. I've been here in Park County my whole life. I've watched people come and go and change to grow up to be entirely different people—all of that sucks when you don't have any real friends. I say real friends because, yeah, Wendy's my girlfriend and I hang out with tons of the guys from my football team, but Wendy is a girl and she hates immaturity and I really don't like hanging out with jocks. Ugh, I'm only in my sophomore year. Two more years of this? I might as well blow my brains out right now.

People never talk about them anymore. It's like they forgot that they ever met them. I'm talking about the old gang. You know, Me, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman.

Kenny left when his parents divorced. His mom remained down here in South Park, while Kenny and his father moved to LA. All they did was laugh and carry on about meeting hot chicks there the entire time they packed there things into the truck. I noticed a couple of tears roll down Carol's cheeks and when she glanced over at me I showed my sympathy. I was going to miss Kenny. He was never around his dad and I was happy that he was finally getting to spend some quality time with him, but I felt terrible for his mother...and because of my own selfish reasons, I'd wanted him to stay. Back then, I'd thought that I still had at least one friend left...I thought.

Soon after, Cartman moved because his mom had something to do in Germany (probably some whore-ish act of hers...it wasn't uncommon), but he raved about how great it was that he was going. Rubbing it in everyone's face that he would be the next Hitler—I don't think he realized that he was most likely the only person in the world who had that aspiration...what an idiotic, asshole, but...he was still my friend and when I begged him to stay he called me a "fucking pussy". I latched onto him because he was all I had left. Still, no matter what I said he was still going to leave South Park.

I know at the time I'd been fearing losing the two of them for awhile. Since back in sixth grade something strange had happened with Kyle...

His family just got up and left abruptly.

And even before Kyle's departure, he'd stopped talking to me, his parents, to...everyone. He wasn't putting effort in his school work anymore and his perfected A average went way down to an F. I can clearly remember the day his mom busted through the double doors at the front of the school. Brows furrowed, eyes squinted, and jaw set. She was furious and now principal Victoria had to deal with her...when that red headed woman was on one of her rampages she could never seem to shut up. It was just one argument after another with her. Makes me wonder how Kyle ever dealt with it. A little while after the conference at the school, Sheila declared that her family was moving out of South Park. I couldn't believe it. My best friend was leaving me. Even after that promise? He hadn't talked to me for over a week and now he was moving at the random...Remembering is...strange.

"Look, Kyle! You can't leave. Whatever is bothering you? I'll help you with it! Just please stay!" As they were slowly backing out of the paved driveway, My grip on Kyle's open door tightened. This was really happening, wasn't it?

"Kyle close your door!" I swear if her voice was annoying before, it was definitely nails on a chalkboard now. Kyle grabbed the handle of his door and slammed it shut, smashing my pinky finger in doing so. I yelped and yanked my hand away. Damn! They were driving down the road. At this point, I'm not entirely sure what came over me, but in a desperate attempt I sprinted after them. Screaming hysterically at the top of my lungs for him to stay with me and for his mom to change her mind. Even that I could help bring his grades up although they all knew I sucked ass at school. My grades were barely C's. As I started to give up and slow down from exhaustion, Kyle stuck his head out the window.

"I WISH I COULD STAY! I'M SORRY." He jerked his head inside the car, but before he could get it fully back inside, his ushanka was blown off his head and it tumbled down to my feet as their car disappeared from sight. When I began to pick his hat up drops of water stained the asphalt beneath me. They were my tears. Standing straight up I clutched the green accessory in my shaky hands.

"KYLE! FUCK YOU, KYLE! FUCK YOU!" At this point the tears were streaming fast down my face. Each droplet felt like acid and my chest was exploding with inexplicable pain and agony. I was spun around and the feeling of a pair of arms being wrapped around me made me burst out into a fit of uncontrollable sobs. I looked up and found my mom looking down at me, something indescribable in her eyes. I buried my face back into the comfort that was my reasonable mother. It's hard to explain. The way my body just shook with my obnoxious yells. What was happening to everyone?

I tried for years, but I never could find the reason for Kyle's depression. His reason for leaving me alone in the world.

TBC!