First South Park story ever! I hope it doesnt suck so hard :P

Reviews will be very much appreciated, please tell me if im making any spelling or grammar mistakes, and please be nice about it

So here's the story

enjoy!

A ruined summer:

"I'm very sorry Mrs. Cartman" Principal Victoria says calmly "We can't possibly allow Eric to enter 5th year with such poor grades on maths and history"

Fuck! This cant be happening! It's fucking mid July, with an unbearably hot weather, but am I enjoying my sweet vacations that I so well deserve? NO! They are completely ruined as far as I can see! I'm sitting on a chair next to mum in Principal Victoria's office cause, apparently, I've failed the math and history tests, as if anyone even give a fricking crap about those. But Principal Victoria has to make a huge deal out of every tiny detail, she's sitting behind her desk looking 'oh so very serious' and Mr. Garrison is standing right behind her with his classic exhasperated look, probably all for making me repeat the year, that sick fuck.

"Of course he got horrible grades!" Mr. Garrison speaks up loudly "He never pays any attention in class, he keeps annoying me and the rest of the students, and never does any work at all! I'm seriously amazed that he even managed to approve the rest of his subjects" I glare hard at Garrison. That son of a bitch! I bet he is loving every second of this!

Mum, of course, is already crying "What am I supposed to do?" She asks as she blows her nose in a tissue "I ask him to study all the time, I tell him to do his homework, but he just wont listen" She sobs loudly into her hands.

"It's not my fault, mum!" I complain loudly "Mr. Garrison hates me! He's always had it for me and he is using his power as a teacher to make my life miserable, can't you see?"

Garrison lets out a loud sarcastic laughter "As if I even have to try to make you get bad grades, you do that on your own, Eric, being the lazy ass you always are"

"Ey!" I yell in protest.

"Eric! Mr. Garrison! That is enough, both of you!" Principal Victoria interrupts angrily "This is a very serious matter, Eric! If you dont approve these subjects you will repeat 4th year"

No way. I feel the panic rising up. I can't repeat 4th year! The guys will never let me live it down! "You can't make repeat a year! I'm only a little kid! It's the school's fault for being so damn demanding!" I can hear my voice getting whiny already, it never fails to make mum give me anything I ask for.

"Oh, please!" Garrison rolls his eyes "That's the best excuse you can come up with? You hardly have to do anything all year! Just fucking pay attention in my classes!!" I swear I'm gonna kill him someday.

"Enough!" Principal Victoria is already loosing her cool. Sweet.

"Please" I suddenly hear the sobbing voice of my mum "Please, Principal, tell me what we can do on this situation. How can we avoid repeating a year?" She asks desperately. Heh, I can see where I get my acting skills from.

The Principal sighs heavily "I guess we can let him take the tests again on August. But only if we can make sure that he will study hard for them" ...What?

"Really?" Mum looks up hopefully "He will! I will make sure that he will study hard all summer!" ...What?!

"What?!" I finally speak up and look up at mum. Clearly, she's delirious right now "But muuum, it's summer vacations! I don't wanna waste them by studying these stupid subjects!"

"But boopsiekins, if you don't study you will have to repeat 4th year" Mum uses her pleading voice.

"Goddammit, why is it so important that I aprove these subjects? Who cares about them anyway, huh?" I ask, already getting very annoyed.

"It's your choice, Eric" The Principal states with her 'oh very serious' look "Either you commit yourself to study and we give you a second opportunity on August, or you can start 4th year again on September"

I glare at her for a moment thinking about it. She looks determined, there's no way out of this, she will make repeat the year. Fuck! I finally reply though gritted teeth "Fine" I say spitefully "I'll study the stupid subjects" They are all obviously in this together to make me suffer, as usual! Goddamn, they suck ass!

"Good, but we will have to make sure that you really study hard" Principal Victoria tells me nodding her head.

"Oh, I will make sure that he does!" Mum says positively.

But the Principal's look is very sceptical, this is not looking good "I think Eric will need more help than that Mrs Cartman, he will need a private tutor in both subjects, someone who knows their contents well" That bitch!

"What?!" I yell, offended "That is totally unnecessary, I can study perfectly well on my own!" Damn, can she get anymore nosy?

"I'm afraid I can't trust that Eric" Principal Victoria states "But who could possibly tutor him?" She looks at Mr Garrison. Oh, no!

"No way in hell, no-no-no-no-NO" Mr Garrison says very clearly. Thank God! "I'm going away on vacations tomorrow. I will be back by mid August to test this brat but meanwhile I'm going away to enjoy my very well deserved vacations. There is no chance he is ruining them" He glares at me and I glare right back at him.

"Yes, besides it would be unethical to have his own teacher giving him the private lessons" The Principal agrees. Good that we ruled that one out.

"Then who will be teaching my sweetums?" Mum asks sweetly.

Principal Victoria thinks about it for a momment "Well I guess the best option is to ask one of his classmates to tutor him" She says matter of factly "Who are the best students of your class Mr. Garrison?"

"That would be Wendy Testaburger, Kyle Broflovski and Jimmy Vulmer" Mr Garrison responds tiredly. Aaww! That doesn't sound much better than stupid Garrison!

"The Testaburgers have gone to spend their summer in New York, so little Wendy is out of question" The Principal informs us.

"Then Jimmy it is!" I exclaim quickly. There's no way I'm taking private lessons from the Jew. As if my summer isn't sufficiently ruined.

"I'll call the Vulmers this instant, Principal" Mum says and promptly stands up.

"You can use my phone right here, Mrs. Cartman" The Principal offers, pointing at the phone on her desk "And here is the Vulmers' phone number" She takes out a folder and shows her the number.

"Thank you" Mum picks up the phone and dials the number "Hello? Good morning Mrs. Vulmer!" And she proceeds to ask the favour.

I listen to the conversation with little interest. Well, I guess that having Jimmy tutor me is not gonna be so bad after all. Way better than that bitch Wendy or the stupid Jew. But then I hear:

"Oh, really?" Mum sounds dissapointed. Uh-oh. That doesn't sound good "Well, thank you, anyway. No, I understand. Yes, it's fine. Thank you, dear. Bye bye!" She hangs up the phone and looks at the Principal worriedly. "I'm afraid that the Vulmers' kid can't do it. He has recently caught the chickepox and is not feeling well at all. He can't possibly do it" I can feel my face going white as I realize what this means. This cannot be happening to me.

"Well then, we'll have to ask the Broflovskis" The Principal opens her folder once again "Here's their ph-"

"NO!" I shout at the top of my voice. I see everyone in the room turning to look at me "I'm not taking lessons from Kyle! NO FUCKING WAY!!"

"But sweetums-" Mum starts soothingly, using her fucking pleading voice again. Not gonna work this time.

"NO! No chance in hell! NO!" I shout very clearly "The stupid Jew will spend the entire summer mocking me for it and will not teach me anything! God, I hate him so much!"

"Mr. Cartman, that is no way to talk about your classmate" Principal Victoria tells me sternly "And may I remind you that you have no other option under the circumstances" How could I have missed how much of a bitch she is before today?

"You don't get it! This is just as bad as having to repeat the year!" I whine, hoping it will work better now.

"Well, maybe this will finally teach you a lesson so you can avoid being a total pain in the ass and actually pay attention on your classes next year!" Garrison exclaims irritatedly. And then smirks and adds in a very low voice "If there is a next year" I glare at him again, trying very very hard not to give him the finger.

"Eric, this is final" The Principal declares "You are taking classes from Kyle Broflovski whether you want to or not!"

"It's for the best, boopsiekins" Mum says "This way you can stay with your friends"

"As if I give a damn about those assholes" I murmur angrily, not really caring if they hear or not. I think about it for several minutes. There's no way out of it. I really can't repeat the year. Making up my mind, I say loudly "Ok, fine, you win! I will take classes from the Jew" I smirk "If you get him to agree, that is. I'm sure he will be even less willing to do this than I am"

The Principal is looking worried now. Hehe, sweet. She sighs "Well I guess we wont loose anything trying".