Much, Much Different Ch.1

Here again we stand at the bus stop on a chilly September morning. The wind blew into my face chilling my cheeks and turning them rosy red. I look around to the things so familiar to me, The "Welcome to South Park" sing, the yellow sign, and those pine trees. Stan tapped my shoulder and asked for my schedule. I handed it to him and sighed," Stan you know every year ours always match up, even with Kenny and Cartman. I don't know why you insist on still seeing it." "Ha-ha we have the same classes Kyle! And Kenny and Cartman do too." Stan informed me. "Big surprise there..." I said with absolutely no emotion. Stan just ignored me. This for some reason pained my heart. I still couldn't figure out why but for some reason I could just not get my eyes off of Stan. It was as if something big had changed over this summer. Yes we were now both 16 but something else. This year I could tell already would be much, much different.


The alarm clock beeped loudly into my ears. This was the start of a new year. I ruffled my messy red locks with my hands. They did need combed this early morning. I walked to the closet and picked out my clothes, just a white t-shirt, my orange jacket, my green ushanka, some plain jeans, and my orange high-tops, same as every day. I laced up my shoes and headed for the bathroom. I pulled a large brush through my messy red hair, knots pulling and untangling making a rater odd popping noise. I quickly wetted my hair and threw my green hat over it. I stepped out of my room and down the stairs, admiring the family photos and nick-knacks that have been there since I was little. I reached the kitchen seeing Ike, mom, and dad all sitting at our big round table. I poured a bowl of "Super Cereal". I guess that man bear pig thing caught on or something because now that dude's got his own cereal. I pulled out my chair and sat down. I didn't talk much it was mostly mom preparing Ike for middle school, telling him how to open his locker and such. I picked up my back-pack and headed out the door and down to the familiar bus stop. I was the first one there, followed by Stan, then Kenny and finally Cartman.

So, here again we stand at the bus stop on a chilly September morning. The wind blew into my face chilling my cheeks and turning them rosy red. I look around to the things so familiar to me, The "Welcome to South Park" sign, the yellow sign, and those pine trees. Stan tapped my shoulder and asked for my schedule. I handed it to him and sighed," Stan you know every year ours always match up, even with Kenny and Cartman. I don't know why you insist on still seeing it." "Ha-ha we have the same classes Kyle! And Kenny and Cartman do too." Stan informed me. "Big surprise there..." I said with absolutely no emotion. Stan just ignored me. This for some reason pained my heart. I still couldn't figure out why but for some reason I could just not get my eyes off of Stan. It was as if something big had changed over this summer. Yes we were now both 16 but something else. This year I could tell already would be much, much different.

I look at Cartman and examine his face. His nose still has a large bruise on it. "Cartman," I say to get his attention. He quickly looks at me and responds "meh, yes, Jew?" Lord he called me Jew again. Why does he feel the need to call me Jew? It gets me so ticked off. He just gets me fired up and ready to beat his fat ass! "JEW?!?!" I finally heard Cartman yell. "w-what? Oh yeah um, did you nose heal back up yet? I mean you still have that bruise and all." I responded. "Meh, yeah, Kahl it did but it's still meh you know?"

*Flash Back*

"Whoa dude Kenny calm down!" Stan yelped. "Yeah man he's just being Cartman just calm down!" I added. "Cartman you dare fucking call me poor I'm gonna woop your fat raciest ass!" Kenny muffledly replied. "Meh, Kenny McPoormic can't do anything he's to fragile!" Cartman cooed. "That's it FATASS your going down!" Kenny hissed. He swung his fist and hit Cartman, with a bone crushing blow. You could hear his nose bones cracking. Cartman fell backwards into the new fallen January snow, as he hit the ground a big cloud of snow surrounded him. Stan and I stood there stunned. We looked at each other for one moment and then looked away to Cartman. He lay on the ground crying. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed *911* they assessed the situation and quickly whisked him away.

*Flash Back*

The bus quickly arrived. Ever since Mrs. Crabtree died back in fourth grade the bus just hasn't been the same, very quiet usually. Stan and I took the very first seats on our old bus, Cartman and Kenny just across the aisle. Some seniors behind us. Kenny and Cartman proceeded to talk about that "fish sticks" joke from way back when, and our crazy adventures we'd always seem to get into. I once again caught myself observing Stan. I forced my self to look away. I couldn't figure out what it was but something kept drawing me to look into his beautiful baby blue eyes. WAIT!?! Did I just call Stan's eyes "beautiful"?? Wow I'm a creeper. He's my best friend what am I thinking? I guess Stan noticed my puzzled look because he put his hand on my shoulder and stated, "What's wrong Kyle? You nervous for high school or something because it's going to be just the same as middle school. I assure you nothings changed." "Oh. Um. Nothing it's not that its just I'm worried I uh... won't have enough study halls (yeah that's it)" I answered "Um dude we have 2 in a row you'll be cool." He added. I nodded to reassure him I understood.

The rest of the ride was rather silent. The bus pulled up to the school in no time. Right in front of the school there's a large cement sign, with "South Park High" written on it. The building is red brick and rather old. There's a foyer and then the entrance to the school with the auditorium on your right, and the lunch room on your left. I looked at Stan and then took a deep breath. "This is gonna be a long year" I sighed to myself.