Sorry for the slow update. I've just been pretty busy. R+R, Smarv out! Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Stan's P.O.V.

ERRRRRRRRRR! ERRRRRRRRR!

I wake up to the sound of the obnoxious alarm clock that the academy provided. I glance at the time. 6:00.

Why the hell would I wake myself up at 6:00 on a Wednesday morning? I think to myself.

Oh yeah. The prefect meeting. That makes sense.
Each dorm at South Park Academy has something called a prefect. A prefect is basically a student in charge of their dorm. The title does sound lame and British, but the job does have its perks, like having special privileges and being able to order other students around, but it does suck sometimes. Like right now. On the last Wednesday of each month, there is a prefect meeting, which is basically where all of the prefects wake up early just to talk about issues in the dorms and what the other students have been up to.

I get out of bed and take off my Terrance and Philip pajamas. Even at this age, they're still our favorite celebrities.

I put on a t-shirt, pants, my coat, and, last but most certainly not least, my poofball hat. Just like all the other buildings in this town, there is no such thing as heating, so everyone wears coats and hats.

I walk out of the dorm room and close the door quietly so as to not wake up anyone else. Of course, if they can sleep through the alarm clock, they can sleep through a door closing.

As I walk through the main room, I notice that Christophe's shovel isn't where it normally is in the corner. That's strange. I didn't bother to stop the other boys last night when they were trying to catch a glimpse through the window. They always do that. But Christophe always gets back to the dorm before morning when he goes digging. And he always leaves it in the corner of the room. Which means he either didn't come back or somebody took it.

And the last time somebody took it, the thief ended up in the school's hospital for three weeks.

Anyways, I have other things to do than figure out where a shovel is. I'm late for the prefect meeting, and I have to go down three floors to get there.

I leave the dorm and start heading downstairs. As I get down to the third floor, a door in the main hallway opens. Out comes my girlfriend, Wendy Testaburger, looking like she just woke up.

"Hey Wendy," I say. She looks up and smiles.

"Hey Stan," she said. "Did everyone stay up late looking for Christophe?"

"Yeah. I don't even bother to try and stop them anymore. They just don't listen." I say as we get to the second floor.

"Same. I've talked to some other prefects, and they all have the same issues. Nobody ever reports them. Otherwise, detention would be full all the time."

"I think that his digging is starting to go a bit too far. It's starting to cost the school money, which makes the teache— what the hell is going on?" I ask. There are a bunch of men running around the main hallway on the first floor. Carrying guns.

"I have no idea," Wendy responds.

"Hey! What are you two doing here?" I turn around to see a red faced, middle-aged man in a suit yelling at us. "You're not allowed to leave the dorms until 7:00!"

"We're here for the prefect meeting, Principal Roy," I say.

"Oh. Well, then get in there!" he says.

"Sir, what's going on here?" I ask.

"You don't need to know that! Now go!"
Not wanting to get him even angrier, Wendy and I practically sprinted down the hall into the conference room.

Despite the fact that we got to the meeting late, we were the first two in the conference room. One by one, each of the other prefects arrived. Each grade at the academy has four prefects, two boys and two girls. Because there are nine grades, there are 36 prefects.
Annie, the other girl prefect in our grade, was the first to arrive after us. A few minutes later, Clyde, the other boy prefect in our grade, arrived. By around 6:20, all 36 prefects were in the conference room. The four oldest prefects started the meeting.
"So, it's been awhile since we had a meeting due to Christmas break. Is there anything that any of you would like to talk about?" an 18 year old female prefect asks.

"I have something," Clyde says. "Why are there a bunch of armed men walking around outside?"

"Well, we have no idea," the other female 18 year old prefect answered.

"What do you mean that you don't know? You're seniors- you're supposed to know everything!" a ten year old boy asks.

"Well we don't. We know nothing, so there is nothing to talk about. Anybody else have something that they would like to talk about?"

"Christophe's not back," I said, not thinking about what I was saying.

"What do you mean, he's not back? Wh—"

The older prefect was cut off by Principal Roy swinging the door open while shouting, "Get out! We need to use this room!" We all left without saying another word.

I walked back upstairs with Wendy and said goodbye when she went back into her dorm. I continued up another floor and entered my dorm. When I got inside, Kyle was sitting at one of the tables studying. He looks up at me and asks, "Why was the meeting so short?"

"Roy kicked us out so he could have a meeting with a bunch of men walking around with guns."

"Men walking around with guns?"

"I don't know any more than that. Oh, by the why, did Christophe ever come back in last night?" I asked, sitting down at one of the couches facing a TV.

"Now that I think of it, no," Kyle answered. Whenever Christophe comes back inside late at night, Kyle always wakes up because Christophe is in the bunk above him.

"Huh. That's strange." I look at my watch. 6:50. "I should probably start waking people up."

The cafeteria is in the basement, so every single person in the school saw the armed men on the first floor on their way to breakfast. This was all anyone was talking about during the classes, to the point where the teachers were getting mad at the students.

"Next person to ask me about the armed men gets detention!" Ms. Lambert, the social studies teacher, shouted as we walked into her classroom.

Not that she would have told us. Whenever we asked a teacher, they always told us that we didn't need to know.

By lunchtime, people were starting to panic. I think the teachers finally decided that it was starting to get a bit too far when Tweek hit his head on a desk while having a panic attack. As we ate lunch, Principal Roy called for silence so that he could make an announcement.

"Now, a lot of you have been both questioning and worrying about the armed men in the school. The reason that they are here is because there is a, ah, wanted man loose in this town. They are here to protect you from him and find him. Do not worry. You are in capable hands."
This for the most part got everyone to calm down.

However, some of us weren't convinced. Christophe is still missing, and yet the teachers aren't even acknowledging his absence. Also, when we went outside for free time after lunch, there were only five elevated areas indicating where a hole had been dug the night before. Christophe always determines the number of holes that he digs by matching it with the date. With last night being January 24th, there should have been nineteen more holes.

While we were outside for free time, nobody noticed a perfectly laid patch of sod where Christophe's last hole had been.