AN: Alright then, let's get this started! =D This is just the prologue, expect the first chapter soon. This is the only chapter in third person, the later chapters will be from Kyle's POV with a few exceptions.
It was a usual summer's day in South Park, it was warm and the sun was shining brightly. The town was no different from when the kids were young, still filled with a load of retards who kept rebuilding the place from time to time. Near Stark's Pond lay the former South Park Elementary, now South Park High. There were only a few minutes away until the bell was going to rang and then school would be out for the summer.
Kyle Broflovski sat in the spacey classroom were Mr. Garrison was reading a porno instead of teaching as usual. His eyes kept drifting to his Super Best Friend, Stan Marsh. Kyle was bored, very bored. Just the fact that they had to wait and couldn't be dismissed was killing him slowly, which was comparable to Cartman's brain power that decreased with time.
The class sat in utter silence, watching and listening to the ticking of the clock. Eventually the silence was broken by the mountainous pile of fat who abruptly stood up, flipping his desk over before shouting "FUCK THIS SHIT!" The teens watched as Cartman head towards the door before delivering his trademark "screw you guys, Ah'ma goin' home". It wasn't long before Craig got up and left, followed by his posse. Soon enough, the classroom was emptied and they had their freedom.
With Cartman long gone, Kenny, Kyle and Stan decided to crash at Stan's house that evening.
"Fuck man, it seemed like we started term yesterday," Kenny said as he fished up his old lighter and a pack of cigs before offering them to the other two. Stan shrugged and took one off Kenny, while Kyle just carried on walking.
"Yeah, just another year and then we're outta here for good." Stan said after he blew smoke in the air. "Where are you guys thinking of applying?"
"I think my mom wants me to get into somewhere fancy, you know. Some fucking gayass Ivy League like Harvard or something." Kyle muttered, wrinkling his nose at the fumes. "I don't want to go to some school where everyone are smug bastards."
"I think you guys can guess where I'm going to end up - Colorado State or something like that." Kenny said happily. As school progressed, Kenny didn't really pay too much attention to his education. People thought that he was going to end up like a slacker and junkie like his parents, but little did they know, if Kenny put his mind to something, he would make it work.
"Hopefully I'll get my scholarship for football," Stan said wistfully. "Then I think I'll end up somewhere decent, you know? Not too posh, not too trashy. Just somewhere inbetween."
"Nice and boring, just how I like it," Kenny said in a monotone voice, imitating Craig.