Author's Note: Hi all, this is my first South Park fan fiction. I have written others which can be found on profile page. Please enjoy this story and I look forward to any of your reviews on it. Thank you.

Disclaimer: 'South Park' is created and owned by Trey Parker and Matt Stone. This story is not for profit, but to share the fun in writing it.

Summary: Kenny is asked to join a band with Token, Clyde, and Craig. Neither of them are prepared on how famous they soon will become.

Chapter 1 - Feeling Unwanted

Once again, Kenny feels his soul in a limbo. The familiar sense of having a dreamless sleep. Pretty much he is the only ten years old in South Park, maybe even in the world, that he could literally say he has been to both Heaven and Hell, then back again. His last memory before his resent death was out playing with his best friends Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. They were at the basket ball court in the park after school, which must have been a few days ago - or maybe it was a week. At times Kenny couldn't tell how long he was gone until he was able to look at a calendar, or someone mentions something. During the basket ball game, he watched Stan shoot the ball into the basket it bounced off the rim, and rolled out into the street. Naturally, Kenny volunteered to go get it when out of nowhere a speeding truck flies by, and hits him as he is crossed the street to grab the ball.

All Kenny saw was darkness. For a while it was a light, but it long since grew dim. The feeling of weightlessness soon disappeared, and he was able to feel the tips of his fingers and toes again. Air fills his lungs as he began to regain consciousness. Kenny flutters his eyes open to peer at the water stains on the ceiling above him. The morning light from outside of the window crept in through the torn sheet pinned up in front of it. The sunlight allowed Kenny to tell somewhat the time - could be morning, he though. The all too familiar scene of his room made waking up all the more dreary. How he would love to come back from death in a more nicer room. Kenny turned his head off the left to look at one of his posters of a model in a very sexy bikini. He realized that all the items in his room weren't too bad. At least one thing was pretty to look at.

He started his usual ritual after awaking from his death. First he sat up to check each of his limbs - yes he still has two legs and two arms. All his fingers and toes are still attached and working fine. No holes, or scars around his body and head - good. Oh, and yes, still wearing his old orange parka with his hood covering most of head and face.

"Kenny?" His mother cried out from the hall. She opened the door slowly to see Kenny looking back at her. "Oh, you are awake now. Well, get up, you've got school today." She spoke with a tired southern accent.

With a heavy sigh, Kenny then crawled out of his springy bed mattress. He walked over to the closet and reached inside where his dresser drawers stood crooked. Opening one of the drawers he quickly found his matching orange pants that goes with his parka, and his black shoes sat beside the closet. After putting them on, he saunters out of his room.

He started to walk past the kitchen when him mom called out to him again. "Kenny, wait."

The young blond paused to look over at his mom, sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of vodka and an empty glass beside it. She gestured with her hand towards a plate on the table that had what looked like could be breakfast, and a few paper-like objects sitting beside the plate.

"I saved you a pop tart, and some food stamps you can use your lunch." She said.

Kenny walked up to the table. He took the pop tart and began nibbling at it as he grabbed the food stamps, and shoved them in his pocket.

"Thanks mom," He said with a mouthful of the sweetened pastry.

"Ok then. You better hurry. You don't want to be late for the bus." Mrs. McCormack warned.

Kenny takes another bit of the pop tart then nodded to his mom before leaving out the front door. As soon as she heard her son closing the door, Mrs. McCormack begins to pour the vodka into the empty glass on the table. She only fills the glass 1/4 full before taking it up to her mouth. Tilting her head back she swallows the entire mouthful of alcohol. She pauses for a moment before pouring herself another glass.

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"Hey, there he is." Cartman smirked as he saw Kenny walking up the street. "We were just talking about you."

"Yeah dude," Stan nodded. "Where did you go during our basket ball game on Friday? We couldn't find you the entire weekend."

Hmm, only been gone a few days then. Kenny thought. He shrugged his shoulders then replied, "I went home." It wasn't really a lie, but knowing how his friends don't really seem to believe him coming back from the dead, he chose to make his answer short and simple.

"Well, the next time you do that you should tell us so we are not so worried." Kyle said in a lecturing tone. "We actually thought something had happened to you."

Something did, you just don't remember. Kenny grumbled in his mind. He did not bother to respond to Kyle. Instead he stood and stared blankly out on the road in front of him.

The bus arrived before any of the other boys could say anything. As soon as the four boys walked on the driver drove off again, taking all the children aboard to school.

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The school bell rang, and the students left their classrooms to head for the cafeteria. With the food stamps his mom saved for him, Kenny was able to buy a baloney sandwich and small carton of milk. It wasn't much, but at least it will have to do till dinner. He wondered if she was going to serve eggos again.

As Kenny sat at the table with his classmates, he briefly glanced at what they each grabbed for their lunch. They all seemed to have picked the special of the day, Lasagne with a slice of garlic bread. He silently wished that he had enough food stamps to get that instead. Quietly, though, Kenny simply opened his baloney sandwich package and pulled out one half of it.

"Hey Kenny, low of food stamps again?" Cartman teased.

"Leave him alone, fatass!" Kyle barked from across the table.

"Shut up, you stupid Jew!" Cartman shouted back.

Kenny silently nibbled on his sandwich as his friends continued their scream-a-thon of insults.

"Guys! Guys! We need to stay focused." Stan said, instantly getting the attention of everyone at the table. He sat up straight and addressed Tweek, Kevin, and Butters sitting beside him. "Now Tweek said his dad can give him the cash. Kevin is going to write the Chinese symbols he learned, and he was able to bring money to the table this morning. Butters, however, still needs to grab his allowance this week to pay off the rest, but I think we will have enough to begin."

Cartman let out an exasperated sigh. "Butters, I thought you said you already had the money."

"I said I saved half from last week's allowance." Butters explained. "This week I will have the rest."

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Kenny spoke up in muffled words. All of what he heard so far is based on a scheme, and it sounded like something he could be interested in.

"Oh, sorry dude." Stan shrugged. "We are going to make and sell Chinese good luck charms. It's really big selling item these days, especially for the Chinese New Year coming up soon. We couldn't find you this weekend, so we asked Butters, Kevin, and Tweek to join in.

"Awk!" Tweek squawked with a twitch in his eye.

"Each of us are putting in Thirty Dollars, and that should cover the cost of materials and shipping. We almost got enough to begin the preparations." Kyle added in.

"And besides Kenny, you are poor and probably wouldn't be able to afford your share. Truthfully, that wouldn't be fair to the rest of us, now would it?" Cartman added in a half joke.

"Oh," Kenny lowered his eyes down at his half eaten sandwich slice.

Kyle frowned as he suddenly felt guilty in leaving out one of his best friends. "Awe, Kenny. If you want we can try to add you to the team somehow?"

"No, it's ok. I'll see you around." Feeling a bit rejected - kind of like a spare tire that went flat, Kenny didn't know how to fit in with his friends and their plan, especially when he had no money to participate with. He decided to just pick up his half eaten sandwich, and small carton of milk, and just leave the table.

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Outside, Kenny is one of the first to leave the cafeteria. He sniffled back some tears then guzzles back the remainder drop of milk. With a swing of his arm, Kenny tossed the small carton in the trash can as he walked by. He pulled out his cheap mp3 player and scrolled down his downloaded music till he found the right song he wanted to play. Kenny sat down on the marry-go-around, closed his eyes, and began to sing along to the music.

Ave Maria Gratia Plena

Maria Gratia Plena

Maria Gratia Plena

Ave, ave dominus

Dominus tecum

Benedicta tu in mulieribus

Et benedictus

Et benedictus fructus ventris

Ventris tui Jesus

Ave Maria...huh?

Kenny was so wrapped in with the music that he didn't notice three figures staring down at him till he was in the middle of the song. He looked up and saw Craig, Clyde, and Token. The three young boys had stunned expressions on their faces.

"Whoa, you are pretty good Kenny." Craig said in a nasally voice.

"Yeah, we didn't know you could sing." Token added.

"I don't sing that well," Kenny softly muffled behind his tightly wrapped orange hood. He averted his eyes downward towards the ground as he turned off his mp3 player.

"Sure you do. That was amazing on how you managed to hit those high notes." Craig commented.

"Hey guys, why don't we ask Kenny to join us in our band?" Clyde suggested.

"You guys are in a band?" Kenny asked curiously, looking back up at them.

"Yup, we just started it a week ago. Every other day we meet at Token's and play our instruments." Craig explained.

"You should come over and practice with us." Token offered.

Kenny thought for a moment. How would he participate? He doesn't play that many instruments, other than one he could think of. "Well, I guess I can sort of play the drums." He said in a shy manner.

"Actually Kenny, I'm playing the drums. I've been taking lessons for the last year and a half." Clyde addressed himself.

"Oh," the poor boy sulked.

"But we could always use another singer in our group." Clyde continued.

"What do you say, Kenny? Want to join us?" Craig once again offered.

Kenny thought about it for a moment. At first he wondered if this was a trick, or maybe a joke at his expense. He had assumed that Craig and the others hated him, especially when he hung out with Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. Once again he looked up at them. They each had a sincere expression on their faces. He didn't think that Craig would be the type to deceive, or trick anyone, not like Cartman would. Plus, his friends had already planned a project without him, so it would seem that he didn't have anything else to do right now. Kenny sat up and nodded to Craig, Clyde and Token.

"Alright, what time should I show up?" He asked.

"You can meet us at my place around four O'clock." Token instructed.

"Yeah, see you then, Kenny." Craig said before walking off.

Clyde and Token both nodded and followed Craig. Kenny simply waved at them as the left. Once Kenny realized he was along again, he turned the music back on to listen to the rest of the Ave Maria song. He started to feel a little more hungry, so he pulled out the rest of the sandwich from his pocket and began to eat it.