diaclaimer - i dont own southpark
I sat on my bed in my messy room. I hadnt cleaned it for so long i cant even remeber, and i dont plan on cleaning it anytime soon. Dad had come home drunk again. I cant blame him. If i had the fucked up job that he did, i probubly would get wasted everynight too!
I heard yells from the kitchen. Kevin ahd gotten home late, again. Mom was pissed. I rememeber how she went on a rampage dragging Karen to the store with her while i went over to fat-asses house with the guys. We had played truth or dare and again, like everyday, i died. They dared me to drink a whole gallon of bleach and i did. Of course i died and then came back a few hours later.
People might think its a miricle that i 'cant' die, but for me its a curse. You have no idea how much i want to just drop dead right now and get the fuck away from this hell whole they call South Park, Colorado. Ive tried suicide sometimes i do the stupid stuff Stan, Kyle, and that belching vagina plan just so i would die.
So now here i am sitting on my bed with a back eye for getting in a fight with some 18 year olds who were high as fuck and starting fights with Cartman. If i had let Cartman fight them, they might have been killed. I mean with that crazy bastard anything possible. The dutch is crazy.
I sighed and started to take off my signature orange jacket. I had stopped wearing the parka when i was 12 because... well when you hit middle school, you arent exactly allowed to wear heavy coats. So i got use to having people see my face and hearing me clearly. I kindof miss the old orange monstrosity, we had been through hell and back, literally, plus i liked how i could say anything i want, perverted rude or just plain mean, and no one would be able to understand it so id get away with it. Now, people are use to my curse words, and perverted words. I still wear an orange jacket though, i just thik i looke fucking hot in orange, and the girls seem to agree. I mean, you dont become #1 on the boyfriend list by doing nothing.
Im Kenneth McCormick, hottest guy, bad boy, playboy of South park High. I still hang out with the same ass wipes that i have since i was 9, i still do crazy stunts that would kill poeple, im still the poorest kid in South park High, im still the same old Kenny. i just show my facew more.
I stripped my shirt off, and walked into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. A 15 year old boy with shaggy blond hair that looked like bed head, in a sexy way, with large deep blue eyes, a busted lip and purple beguinning to surround my left eye. I touched it and winced. Even though i cant die i still feel all the pain that goes along with it. I have a pretty high pain tolerence.
I sigh and started to clen the cut on my lip, "Great going Ken, fight a bunch if pot smoking seniors. At least i saved them from Cartman," I said to myself as i finish cleaning my wounds. I stipped my pants and boxers off and started a shower.
The warm water running down my back felt soothing as hell. I thought of my friends. The other day Stan and Kyle came out of the closet and told us they had been dating for the past 4 months. I wasnt suprised, but Cartman took the oprotunity to tease them. God cant that fat-ass ever grow up?
Everyone knew i was bi, i mean, i was the known as the horniest teen in South Park. i would fuck just about anything that moved, it was no secret.
I thought about how Cartman got with Wendy. How the hell that happened ill never know, but at least that dick got a bitch to fuck. I know thats the only reason she would be with him. There was a rumor going around that Cartman had the largest dick in school. Of course if it was the largest it would just be fat encasing it. The little whore.
I finished the shower and got dressed in some grey sweat pants and layed on my bed looking at the ceiling. This room really needed a paint job, i thought.
There was a knock at my bedroom door that made me jump, "Who the hell is it?" I asked annoyed.
"Kenneth McCormick you do not talk to your mother that way! and you have a visitor," my mother said through the door.
I sighed and waked over to the door. Who would come this late in the day? "Sorry mom," I say as i pass her.
"Its okay sweetie," She said ruffling my hair as i walked to the door. I opened it to see...
cliff hanger! actually its just i dont know who should be at the door gihi, im free writing this so im not sure what the plot will be, but it will be about Kenny. I just love him soo much, he is one of my unexplainable fictional charector crushes, even if he is just 10 in the tv show. so anyway... tell me what you think so far...