Chapter 2

Kyle's POV

It took me seven bottles of shampoo to remove the smell.

I finished showering, got dressed and went into my room. This time without my ushanka since it reeked of rotten fish.

Great, now my Jewfro shows.

I sat on my bed and started wrapping my hands with bandages which I took from the first aid kit in the kitchen. Luckily, no one noticed.

I still found it quite shocking that I pierced my skin of my hands just by clenching my fists. I clench my fists a lot mainly when Cartman pisses me off. So why was I so mad at Cartman for just soaking me in rotten fish? I mean he did other things which were far worse than that, like giving me AIDS, wanting to kill me in the Stark's pond and many other things….

Again why was I so angry at Cartman that made me put so much force onto clenching my hands and piercing my skin?

I was interrupted by my Mom's yelling.

"Now Leanne, can you please tell me why my bubbila smelled of rotten fish when he left your house?!" My mom asked loudly.

I couldn't help but smile. Even though my mom has the worst tempers she still a caring mother.

Cartman is going to get it now.

But still, I didn't feel it like a victory for me since tomorrow at school everyone is going to laugh at me…Great…just fucking great.

"Kyle? Kyle?" Ike asked as he was knocking on my door.

I immediately hid the bandages and wore another pair of clean green gloves to hide my bandaged hands.

When I was done, I told Ike to come in.

"Kyle, are you ok?" Ike asked.

"I'm alright, Ike. It was just a stupid prank so you don't have to worry about it." Kyle said.

"Ok then.,… Well, goodnight." Ike said.

"Goodnight, Ike." I said as I gave him a smile.

As my mother entered the room, Ike left the room

"Are you ok, Kyle?" She asked with concern.

"Mum, I'm fine. It's just some stupid rotten fish so you can stop exaggerating. It's not like he hurt me or something." I said.

My mom said, "Kyle, if your friend…."

"He's not my friend." I said with a scowl.

"Ok, sweetie. Well, let me rephrase the question. Why do you hang out with him if you don't consider him as your friend?" My mom asked.

She did have a point there. All Cartman has ever done to me was my life miserable and he even gave me AIDS just because I laughed at him.

"I don't know." I said with uncertainty.

"Ok bubbila. Well you'd better get some sleep. It's still a school night." My mom said as she gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Goodnight Mom." I said.

"Goodnight Kyle." My mom said as she exited the room.

I laid down on my bed.

I began thinking of what's going to happen to me tomorrow for a few hours.

Curse my anxiety.

Then I kept saying the same thing that I say every day before going to bed.

"Tomorrow's going to be a different day. Tomorrow's going to be a different day."

Finally, I drifted into sleep

I woke up because of the sound of my alarm clock.

I switched it off and got out of bed.

I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, changed into my daily clothes and went downstairs into the kitchen, finding my mom preparing breakfast.

As I sat down at the table, my mom placed my plate on the table

Then Ike joined in and started eating his breakfast too.

"Here you go, Kyle." My mom said as she gave me back my ushanka.

It was clean and doesn't have the slightest smell of rotten fish.

"Thanks Mom." I said as I put it on my head and smiled.

Finally, I finished my breakfast and went to grab my bag.

When I grabbed my bag, I felt that I forgot something,

I checked my bag to see if I forgot something from school.

Pencil case. Check

Maths Homework. Check.

English Essay. Check

Lunch. Check.

Everything that I needed for school was there.

Then I said goodbye to my mom and exited the house.

The feeling that I forgot something came over me again.

I knew I didn't forget anything for school so why is it bothering me so much?

It's like a forgotten memory. The memory is still in my mind but I cannot get a grasp of remembering it…

"Hey, Kyle." Stan said suddenly as he saw me.

Whatever that memory is, it's not important right now.

I found Stan waiting next to the Bus stop where we usually talk before the bus came.

I walked and stood next to him.

"Hey, Stan." I said as I smiled at him.

"So… are you ok? I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you about Cartman and you were right about Cartman." Stan said.

"It's okay dude." I said.

"But's it's not going to be okay for Cartman. I'm gonna make that guy pay." Stan said.

"Don't worry about giving Cartman payback. I'm pretty sure Cartman will get what he deserves." I said.

"Oh. So you have a plan?" Stan said.

I nodded.

"Hey, you don't smell of rotten fish." Stan said. "How did you manage to remove the smell?"

"It took me seven shampoo bottles to remove the stink." I said.

"Woah, dude." Stan said.

"I know. At least we know why Cartman's farts are so toxic." I said.

Then Stan and I laughed.

"Well look who it is. The hippie boy and his stinkin' Jew. I'm not surprised that you showed up. This is so good. Now I can watch you getting picked on." Cartman said as he arrived with Kenny.

I usually yell at him or pounce on him but this time I didn't give in. I didn't know how or why I was determined to ignore Cartman but I knew it wasn't going to be easy due to my anger issues.

I looked at Stan and asked," Did you hear about the weather of this weekend?"

Stan was surprised at this but played along, "Yeah, I heard that there was going to be a major snowstorm."

"Umm hello! Jew, I was talking to you." Cartman said.

I still ignored him by chatting with Stan and Kenny.

Then I heard Cartman saying, "Well guess I hurt the Jew's little feelings. Oh, that's so gay of you Kahl."

I noticed Stan looking at me like he was expecting me to attack him.

Unfortunately, I didn't.

"Fuck you, Kahl! Even though I got grounded because of your big fat bitch mom, it was still worth it." Cartman said.

Now that got my blood boil. When he offends my mom.

This was my toughest decision I had to make either punch Cartman to death or contain my anger….

I bit my tongue so hard to not to yell at Cartman or attack him.

I stood there normally ignoring Cartman's words by continuing talking to Stan and Kenny.

Finally, the bus arrived.

Stan and I found a seat whilst Kenny sat with Cartman.

Poor Kenny. I can't imagine if I was the one who sat next to him for the rest of the trip.

I took a glimpse at Cartman and noticed that he was pissed. Really pissed.

As I saw this, I put a big smirk on my face. Thankfully, he didn't notice me smirking at him.

What's the feeling that's worse than humiliation?

Isolation.