"Kyle eat your knishes!" exclaims my Mom, Shelia Broflovski. I look down at my plate where four dumplings with a dough shell lay. One of them is bigger then the others in width and is pushed to the side of the porcelain plate. Just like fat-ass. I think to myself and I begin to laugh.
"Kyle what are you laughing about?" asks Mom in a stern voice. I look up to see my family staring at me. Mom with her glaring eyes and mountain high red hair, Dad with his brown beard and smiling face, and my adopted brother Ike with his beady little eyes and small face that I find adorable. The smile on my face vanishes and I look at Mom in the eyes.
"Nothing Mom," I whisper.
Dad gives me a questioning look as if he doesn't believe me. "You sure Kyle?" he asks with one eyebrow.
I squirm a little in my seat knowing that I would have to tell them the truth now that they don't believe me. I look down at my plate knowing that they will not approve of what I am laughing about. "The fat knish reminds me of Cartman." I say. I wince a little inside waiting for a lecture. Nothing. I look up to see Mom and Dad smiling at each other like they have something up their sleeves.
"Well Kyle you won't need to worry about Eric soon." Speaks up Dad.
Mom smiles wider and clutches Dad's hands. "That's right Kyle,"
My mouth drops and I look over at Ike. He doesn't give me eye contact and continues to look at Mom and Dad. His black eyes are filled with wonder.
"We have two very big announcements to make." Announces Dad as his eyes brighten.
My heart pounds as my mind begin to wonder, hoping for the best. "Cartman got cancer and we won the lottery?" I blurt out not realizing what I said.
Mom's eyes narrow at me and she stands up all pissed off. "Kyle Broflovski that's a horrible thing to say! You apologize immediately or else no Terrance and Phillip for a week!"
"Sorry," I mutter as I play with two of the smaller knishes with my fork rolling them around. They kind of remind me of Stan and Kenny. Just how one of them has a brown burnt circle and the other has a lump on the top that kind of looks like the poof-ball on Stan's hat. I shake my head. I must be crazy comparing my food to my friends.
Mom sits down again and looks over at my Dad with a small smile. "Now where were we?" she asks everyone.
Ike jumps in his high chair. "The big news!" he exclaims in an excited tone.
Mom grabs Dad's hand again. "We're going to have a baby!" they say in unison.
My mouth drops and the fork fall out of my hand and clangs onto the plate."What? Are you guy's crazy?" I yell.
Mom and Dad laugh together. "No we're not Kyle. Your Mother has been pregnant for about two months now." Answers Dad.
I shake my head. "How can you have another baby when Ike is hardly one himself? And what about me? I'm only in grade four and I'm too young to care for two little kids!"
Ike glares at my parents. "No baby!"
Mom's smile turns into a look of concern. "I know this is going to be hard for both of you but I want each one of you to at least give your new little brother or sister a chance. "
I roll my eyes at Mom and Ike gives her a dirty look. Mom frowns sympathetically. "Gerald and I both really enjoyed raising you, and now that you both are three and nine we feel it is time for baby number three."
I shake my head. "But how does a baby have anything to do with Cartman?" I ask.
Dad stands up and walks over to us. He puts a hand on my shoulder. His hand is cold against my shoulder. I find it weird that I can feel it through my t-shirt. I look over at Ike and notice Dad's other hand on his shoulder. "Well, boys we are moving to a small town in Ontario. Ontario is a province in Canada." Informs Dad in a gentle voice like fresh snow.
A new baby? Moving? I think to myself. How dare they? I stand up quickly and I slap Dad's hand off me. "That does it!" I scream. From beside me Ike begins to cry.
"No new baby, no move!" he wails over and over. Mom stands up sharply to go and comfort him. Carefully she lifts the small boy into her arms and cradles him back and forth.
"Everything's going to be all right bube." She whispers to him with her eyes closed. For just a second I feel bad for my Mom, we were being a little hard on her but the feeling only lasted a minute.
"I am out of here!" I yell and I run out of the dining room. As I approach the front door, Ike's screams get louder and louder.
"Kyle please, you're making this harder then it has to be!" Dad yells after me. I choose to ignore him and I open the front door. Not bothering to follow Mom's rule about slamming doors, I closed the door with a large BAM!
As I take a step out into my small town of South Park I hear Ike's cry. "No Kyle run away! No Kyle run away!" Feeling guilty I almost turn around and go back into my home. No, your conscious always takes the best of you, play a Cartman for once and be a dick. I voice in my mind says. An evil smile spreads on my face as I walk away from my house and into the streets.
As I walk slowly I don't pay attention to my surroundings. All I can think about is moving to Canada and the baby. I guess I lost all contact because before I knew it I was in a pile of snow on the side of the sidewalk.
"Oh Gosh! I-I'm so sorry Kyle!" stutters a voice of a pussy. I look up to see a boy my age with yellow hair, large eyes and a light blue coat, Butters.
"It's all right Butters, just help me up!" I reply laughing. It feels nice to see someone I'm not pissed at. Butters nods his head and hands me one of his hands. I grab it and Butters pulls me up from the cold white snow bank.
"So where are you going?" I ask as I wipe the snow off my green trousers.
Butters frowns. "Home, Dad told me to be back by 5:30 or else y-your grounded m-mister!"
I nod understandingly. Butters always get grounded. "Well see you later then. Do you know where I can find Stan and them?"
Butters smiles and points behind me. "Ya they are at the bus stop last time I saw them."
I nod quickly and walk away. "Thanks Butters!" I call.
Butters waves an arm back and forth. "Y-your welcome Kyle!"
As I walk down the dirty streets the sun sets in the distance leaving the sky a mixture of oranges and pinks. A shiver goes up my spine. I look down at my arms. Their Caucasian skin seems to glow in the mid-darkness and there is little goose-bumps lined up all over them. "Crap," I whisper. "I forgot my jacket."
Not wanting to be out to late when it gets very cold out I run as fast as I can to the bus stop. To survive in South Park it seems that you have to be a pretty fast runner to get away from angry mobs, activists and all sorts of crazy shit that happens around here. By the time I reach the bus stop, my group's usual hang out it is almost dark and the stars are slowly poking out into the sky. The cold wind sends chills up my spine and I shiver from head to toe. I hope fat boy doesn't see or else he'll find some way to make fun of it.
The bus stop is a nice quiet place to hang out. There is lot's of pine trees near by and it has a nice view of the mountains that make our home a real mountain town. Ever since I can remember my friends and I have met here. Every one of our crazy stories always seems to start here. God, I'm going to miss the bus stop when we move it has been a big part of my life.
Stan, Kenny and Cartman are making a snow man together and hanging out. Nothing seems new. Cartman is still fat and taunting Stan and Kenny for various reasons, Kenny is still wearing his orange parka with most of his face out of site, and Stan, my super best friend he is still his average self with his poof-ball hat.
Stan turns around and smiles when he sees me. His brown coat looks awfully nice and warm right now. "Hey dude!" Stan exclaims and runs over to me. Kenny turns to look at me and gives me a muffled hello. Cartman continues to work and doesn't acknowledge me.
Stan stops running and he frowns at me in wonder. "Where's your coat it's freezing out dude!"
"I-I f-f-forgot it at-t home." I stutter through shivers. In the darkness I can my breath makes a small cloud.
Stan shakes his head at me and reaches down. Quickly he un-buttons the large black buttons on his shirt and slips off his coat. Stan hands me the coat. "Here, thank God you have your hat because I'm not giving you that. " Stan replies in a laugh.
Taking the coat I laugh a little. Lucky for him I always keep my green hunters hat on. I hate the hair that lives underneath it. " I always have it on Stan." I remind him as I put on his brown coat. The warmth feels so nice.
Stan smiles. "Oh ya,"
"To hide your fucking Jew hair!" smirks Cartman as he walks over with Kenny at his side.
Ugh. Cartman. I hate him so much! He makes fun of my faith every single God damn day. "Shut up fat-ass!" I yell in self-defense.
"Don't call me fat Jew!" Cartman yells back.
"Guys stop it!" Stan screams as he turns to me. He looks concerned. "Is something bothering you Kyle?"
I sigh as I walk over to the curb. I crouch down and wipe some of the snow off the curb before I sit. The glowing moon makes the road shine a little and the street lights reveal small little falling snowflakes. It's such a beautiful night, it's hard to believe something so horrible is about to be revealed to my best friends and uh not-so-friend.
Stan, Kenny and Cartman sit down next to me.
I take a deep breath and I look over at my friends. How can I tell them? Stan is going to be so sad when he finds out I am moving. It was hard enough the first time when Dad got an obsession with Hybrid cars but how will he take it this time? And Cartman he may not know it but I know he saved me from the smug storm. Butters spilled the beans to me not long ago. And at a sleepover Stan told me that Cartman found it hard to live without me around. He may not show it but I know he can't live without me around and to tell you the truth it is pretty hard without my worst enemy to vent my anger to. I guess like Stan once told me sometimes the person you hate is the person you need the most. As for Kenny it is hard to tell how he will react.
"Guys, I have some bad news." I whisper.