Hi, I was going to use this for future fanfics but I decided to turn this into a full story instead. Happy reading!
"Um, why does he have a weird puppet?" Sam muttered, glancing up at her new third grade teacher.
"Because he's retarded" Kenny said. Although Sam was talking to herself she felt relieved to have someone to talk to. She was relieved she wasn't alone.
"What Kenny said" Stan chimed in from his seat.
"I don't understand half of what Kenny says" Sam remarked, indicating the voice-muffling orange parka.
Kenny shrugged, not seeming to mind much at all.
Sam swore she felt something from Kenny. Like there was something dark that separates him from the rest of the world. She shuddered. Sam didn't like this feeling and she intended to not let it bother her. Instead she tried to focus on the Multiplication table that was taped to the chalkboard. It's best if I ignore this and focus on the less weird things in life she told herself. If this was best for her, though, why did Sam feel like she shouldn't ignore these creepy things her mind told her. Sam decided to just suck it up and wait for lunch, even though it was three hours away.
Sam nubbled her lunch, barely hungry. All this crazy, suck-ass stuff was happening to her all at once. No amount of excuses could keep her from thinking, this "feeling-things" thing is going to get creepier. She was right.
With her white coat to keep out the cold (which she was still pissed off about) Sam sat on a bench by the basketball court. She was just fine with watching a game going on there when a terrible feeling gnawed at her stomach. It was almost as if she saw it, nearly invisible, sharp, about to pierce through a hooded head. Sam knew she had to do something quickly. She scooped up the basket-ball and threw it hard, right at Kenny. "Ow, what the hell!" the muffled exclamations rose from the hit boy. Before he had a chance to get pissed off at Sam though, a window broke and the shards rained down on where Kenny previously stood. "Creepy" Sam quietly told herself. "Oh my god that window almost killed Kenny!" Stan said. "You bastard!" Kyle yelled at the fifth grade science teacher who had broken the window. He responded to the near-death accident with a shrug and "my bad!" "Well that asshole almost killed Kenny and I felt it happen" Sam sighed. "I guess there's no way I can ignore these feelings now!"
