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After spending a day home from the utter humiliation of tossing my cookies in front of the entire Kindergarden class on my first day, things did get a lot better. Wholly because of Stan.

The next day when I went back, I stayed as far away from Cartman as possible, which was difficult since the teacher was obsessed with the order of the alphabet. I decided not to tell my mother, since I really would have been embarrassed to have her march into the class and demand that everyone befriend me. It wasn't that bad, except for nap time, when I was forced to lay my cot next to his. He never slept, just stayed up and made fun of my Jew-ness. When I rolled over he pulled my hair and I tried to act like I didn't even know.

I guess Stan felt bad for me, since after two weeks of moving to South Park I still didn't have a friend. The first time he talked to me was when we were working at our tables, practicing our teacher's favorite thing in the world; alphabet letters. Cartman was out sick, and I finally had some peace.

"Hi." A somewhat high pitched voice greeted me. "I'm Stan." He had his worksheet in one hand, and his thick pencil in the other. Setting down his belongings on the table, he sat in Cartman's seat.

"Hi, I'm Kyle." I said, watching the other boy, just as he did me. Sizing each other up, too young to know it was inappropriate to do so. I was a little more nervous then he was and turned my head back to my paper.

"The V's are the hardest, huh?" He asked a few seconds later, that stupid grin still on his face.

"Yeah," I lied just to have something in common. Honestly, I'd been writing for a while.

A few more seconds of quietness followed, and the boy was still watching me.

"Can you really poop out of your mouth?"

"No," I defended myself, a bit offended but this time I wasn't disappointed. I hadn't set my goals high for the boy.

"I didn't think so." Stan laughed. "Cartman's a jerk, huh?"

I beamed. "Yeah."

"Wanna be best friends?" He asked, just as excited as I was. I nodded. "Good. Then you can help me." He shoved the paper in front of me. He was on his V's, and like he'd said, it looked like he was having some difficulty.

"It's easy." I forced the pencil into his palm, and held his sticky hand in mine. An unexpected blush shot up my face. I was paralyzed by the other, too young to know what it meant, but my hand continued to move Stan's so he could shape the letter. "See. V. Not that hard."

If only it was that easy to hold Stan's hand now. I sigh, even after all these years I can feel that moment. But it only serves to make me want it again.

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