My name is Trent Boyett and this is my story.

I was only four years old when the worst thing in my life happened to me.

Everyone thought I was the kid not to mess with, so if they ever needed anything doing for them, they'd turn to me.

Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman and Kenny McCormick did exactly that.

They were playing fireman, but not with an actual fire. They wanted me to do that.

I could hear Stan's whispers from the other side of the room; he was never good at whispering.

"Get Trent Boyett to start the fire, he's the meanest, toughest kid in pre-school!" I heard him happily whisper to Kenny.

They came over to where I was playing with my pen knife and asked me to start a fire.

"You sure you can put it out?" I asked sounding nervous. They all nodded and said they were 'firemen'.

I did exactly what they asked me, just hoping they would be able to put it out.

I don't remember them getting any water, I just remember them getting out there dicks and pissing on the fire.

Yeah, sure, because that's gonna put it out.

It wasn't long before it had spread around the whole classroom and burnt the teacher.

And when I say burnt I mean really burnt, she could have died.

When the police got here the first person the suspected to have started the fire, surprise, me.

"No it wasn't me! It was those guys!" I said starting to get pissed and pointed at were Stan and his gang were stood.

They all shook their heads and pointed right back at me. Fuck.

I got sent to jail for five years, because of their stupid little lies.

To this day I remember every single moment of that day.

My name is Trent Boyett, and I'm out for revenge.

As soon as I was out of prison, I ran straight to Butter Stotch's he was about to get his fair share of pain.

*bang* My fist reached his creamy white skin and that was him out already. Time to get Kyle Broflovski.

The same happened with him, Stan and Cartman as what happened to Butters.

I wonder if Kenny's any better at fighting then those dick wads.

"Well well well, if it isn't Trent Boyett, out of jail are we?" He smirked.

To be entirely honest I didn't know if I would win this fight, I mean he had huge muscles.

"Damn straight I'm out, and I'm out for revenge!" I said with an evil grin on my face.

He just sniggered at me, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth at the same time. I wasn't scared.

"What you gonna do about it Boyett? Burn me down?" He smirked for the second time.

What a fucking knob!

"Only if you really want me to McCormick!" I smirked right back at him.

Two can play at this game.

He just kept giving me evil looks and insulting me.

That's it, I'm gonna beat him to a pulp.

I clenched my fist and plummeted it into his face, but he grabbed it and pushed it away.

I pushed me down onto the ground, pinned me down and gave me that damn smirk once again.

This time everything was reversed, it wasn't me doing the beating it was him doing the beating to me.

He smashed his face into my face several time, and it fucking hurt.

He caused my nose to pour out with blood and he gave me a black eye.

"I suggest that you don't mess with me again Boyett, you got me?" He asked, still pinning me down.

I nodded, I was now scared of Kenny McCormick, I guess I'm as tough as I thought.

My name is Trent Boyett and I'm a thirty year old man.

And to this day, I am still terrified to go out of the house, just in case I run into Kenny McCormick.

Okay yes, I got bored and yes, I watched the preschool episode of south park about half an hour ago.

So yeah I didn't want Trent beating up Kenny, Kenny's cool and I love him!

So please R&R your thoughts on this short story of mine.

-Goodbye!