CARTMAN

If I were to blame it on anyone, it would be Kyle. I try not to say his fucking Jew name for every time I think of the ways he betrayed me. Mr. Mackey says it's my 'attitude', but it's nothing to do with attitude. I think I have been good. Kyle maybe just cause the whole school to turn against me. He doesn't have that cute annoying gesture. He left me alone to sit here and die.

Time passed, nobody speaks to me. They could be scared of me. Or they just hated me for who I was. The know-it-all, racist, fat, lying, freakishly good at planning, stupid, spoiled, greedy, inpatient, selfish basterd. Believe it or not, I changed from who I was. Now I'm only half of those things. I might not care for my retarded grades or to skip school or try to act the same way as I always did. Though does that matter anymore? I was already richer than that rich ass Tolkien.

The thing is, it's not my mom giving me the allowance. My mom is a totally different story. I make the money. Ironic that a 17 year old loser who gave up school work makes the most money in South Park. My name doesn't labeled CEO of The Cartmans' Merchandise. I'm called the son of the CEO. I pretend my mom is the owner for many reasons. It's good to lie low saying you are a no name, hacking into the system to say that I am.

When I was 12 my mom knew 'a guy from work' that could get me a job. I handled everything in the gas station. The mechanical work, the cashier job, cleaning, and answering the customers' questions. I made about 25 dollars an hour (since I'm 'special') for 5 hours a day. My mom had told me to not spend as if she knew the day would come. When I was 15 I had enough money from my mom's savings and mine to buy myself a small business making the best machines. It wasn't much, but it didn't start off slowly. People began to buy immediately. I was rich within three weeks. Then I started buying other businesses in the first year.

You might think why shouldn't I move out of South Park? It smells like cow shit and people hate you over there. The thing is, I'm not like the pussy Jew. I never give up hope. Well that was one of the only traits I've kept since fifth grade. I never gave up on getting the old group back together.

Yes Stan is busy with his girl friend, Kenny dropped out of high school, and Kyle came back from a private school with a bunch of new friends. I... didn't have a full conversation with anyone except for people whom have jobs in service from the time I started working. I didn't even talk to my when I started working.

The real reason isn't that I just want people to talk to, it's because of the very person that I loved the most.

Though I need to get my way. There must be change.

KYLE

I went up to my usual bus stop. Not the one your thinking of. I was at the bus stop where my Jewish friends gathered. I didn't really like them, but I was forsed to. When Stan broke up with Wendy for the very last time, he looked at Kenny for help instead of me. I snapped and said we weren't friends any more. I left him with Kenny to do the bidding.

When I went to private school I met new friends. Though I had to stop going because my dad was having some issues with his job. With my girlfriend, the bus driver agreed to drive me to school after dropping of the private school students.

For the first time in forever, my day changed. There was someone who met me at the early bus stop who never wakes up this early. Someone who I hated the most for giving me a harder time.

"Hey Twizzler!" called Morgan Polveratzski, the bubbly Jewish girl that was my girlfriend. She had straight black hair and coffee brown eyes.

"OMG! Did you see that kid yet? He's like, the dream guy. Strong, tall and supremely handom. You should be like that. sigh*" She looked up in the sky as if she was imaging something. Not that I care if she liked this dude. It would mean more freedom for me.

"And?" I asked, which snapped her back to reality.

"I believe he was looking for you. Who knew that you could have that kind of friend." She said.

"The thing is, I don't know any... " friends out of this group. Everyone I know Morgan knew.

"Kahl!" said a voice from far away. The only person who calls me 'Kahl' is the fat a* who I was told to ignore the rest of the school year. This was not the fat kid I used to know.

The person who ran up from over the corner was muscular with the familiar annoying smirk that said I know more than you do. He looked like a football player with the broad shoulders and everything. He had straight but brown hair combed neatly splitting his hairline. He had the blue eyes of my friend Kenny, which was kind of creapy. He had a light tan over his skin. He worn a red T (even though it was 20°F out) and brown shorts. It was Cartman after all.

"Kahl, can you spare me some time? I have a certain... talk that I need to recite." He said as he pulled me aside. When did I allow him to touch me? And as if reading my mind, "No homo, Jew."

"Kahl, we need to get the old group together." He said. "I know it's random, but Stan has been talking about you. He realy wants to get the old group back together too."

"Stan?" I asked to myself.

Cartman took it as if I had finally reacted to the conversation. "Yeah, he told Kenny after school that 'what happened to our group of friends?'."

"Why are you expecting me to help?" I asked suspiciously.

"No, I don't need your help I want it." He said as expected, "All we need is to get our group talking again."

"Than helping you would be what for me?" I asked.

"Friends, of course." He declared in a persuading tone."Stan will greet you like before your last encounter. Kenny will surly let Stan go if you are willing."

"Why should I trust you?" I asked.

He sighed, "The thing is, you shouldn't. But you are the one of the only hope we got to get together again." He looked at his watch. "Your friends are coming in a minute. Here's a ticket to the movies. It was suggested by Stan, so it should be good."

"I'm not going to come." I announced.

"That's to bad. A good eighteen dollars spent on an assault ticket gone to waste. I got ten seconds so see you there Jew!"

Four, three, two, one and they came around the corner and Cartman was out of sight.