Puberty
Chapter 2: I don't WANT to go to South Park!
New student's/Secret Guy's POV
"Mom, why do I NEED to go South Park?" I asked mother, putting down my book.
"Because me and your dad are soon going to work there for a 10-years project. That project can cost millions I tell you, but in the end we would earn billions! Don't you want to be the world's next billionaire?" she said.
"Why about school? They would surely bully me! There's no fierce teacher to protect me from harm! And I heard of rumors of their teacher actually had weed before!" I protested.
"Son! You have to go there, whether you want it or not! You either move to South Park with us or be homeless in Selangor!" Dad warned.
"I rather be homeless, dad…" I murmured
"What was that?!" he asked dangerously.
"Nothing, dad! I'll just move to South Park. Happy now?" I 'dropped the bomb'. "That's my boy! We'll be leaving Malaysia tomorrow." He informed.
I slammed the door in front of him and look at a photo frame. Inside the photo frame is a poor picture of my online friend in South Park. He had a green hat of some kind, with an orange blur at the bottom of the picture.
"Gotta find him! His age is same as mine." I said determined. "His name is…"
"…Kyle Broflovski…"
I snapped out of my imagination of what would he looked like (the pictured is taken 5 years ago) compared to now. And I begin packing. I literally packed everything pack-able. And I begin my journey to South Park.
The faithful day that changed my life…
The Real Chapter 1Chapter 1: Have A Safe Journey! Kyle Broflovski, meet ??????
New student's/Secret Guy's POV
"Dad, you're sure I going to that school?! I mean there's a lot of gangsters there!" I said. "Well, which school? South Park or Chicago? Of course, South Park, son. Since South Park Middle School and Chicago High School is currently available and the only ones that really accepts immigrants without hesitating. Plus, Chicago is REALLY far." he replied long-windedly.
"Why not Denver High?" I strike back.
"WHAT?! That low-class school? (no offense to Denver's citizen, don't sue me, I have no money.) Son, there's plenty of low-lives there! Not just gangsters." He replied in a huff.
I kept quiet. When's he's in a huff. I'm nervous. Mom's nervous.
Don't want…that…incident…to happen…again.
Two horrible days later…
"There, there son, you have to go out sometimes." My father coaxes. "But dad! We just settled here for just 2 days!" I protested.
"Get out!"
"But!"
"No buts, get lost!"
"Fine!" I stormed to my room. And I looked at myself at the mirror. A 4' guy that is so fragile that even the force of a gentle breeze almost blew him away.
That's why I'm overprotective. Sometimes I blame God, sometimes I blame my ancestors. But soon I found out that blaming is useless. As if just blaming allows me to grow an inch or something like that.
I don't mind if I'm just average. But why I'm ALWAYS below average in everything. Size, Weight, Height, even you-know-what size too! I always call authority figures 'yes-sir/madam.' Since I feel like "I'm small, respect others before they squash you like a mosquito."
But even mosquitoes have agility. (Which I obviously don't have.) But I suck at ANYTHING! Physical Educations (PE), Wrestling, Football, Gyms, even Physics (ok, not really, but any Science paper below 75 marks counted failure to me). I mean EVERYTHING that have the word P.H.Y.S.I.C. or related to it. Then 100% confirmed I'd fail it.
But everyone had its advantages, right? I have two major ones. One, Ingenuity, Creativity if you have read the 39 Clues, you would say just like an Ekat. I agree. Two, my looks. As you all should know, why would a guy who's 14 years old would be that short? I don't know… But about my looks, I can pass as a 9 year old and walk around in an elementary school with teachers thinking its one of their students.
Why am I thinking of my looks? My other part of the brain thinking. One day, this wilting flower will bloom and blossom. And when it did, it better be good.
Maybe I should go out for a little while…
I opened the door and Dad ushered me out, and "SLAM!" "Ker-chunk!" I was kicked outside and my dad locked the door.
I was trapped! Well, at least for 2 hours or more…
"Let's Explore South Park!" I said.
Kyle's POV
My name is Kyle Broflovski, I'm 14 and I was just awarded a medal by my friend, Stan Marsh. Oh boy, if you're thinking the pussy Stan Marsh, you're so WRONG. He's like 6'2 compared to my petit 4' height.
Want to know my medal's title?
"The Shortest Kid In High School."
Awarded By Stan Marsh
I shifted my glasses and check out my 'medal'. "What the fuck?! It's plastic!" I said, throwing the medal back to the person who gave me this shit.
"Dude! Don't be pissed off. You'll soon grow! Why can't we have fun before that happens? Maybe you'll even tower me within' months." He said casually.
"You know what?" I asked sneakily.
"What?" he asked. He actually took my bait. Again.
"You look old enough to fuck Wendy. Why not go fuck her and have a freaking baby already?" I pull his collar and looked him in the eye. His major weakness. Wendy, guys eye contact.
"Umm… Er… I'm not sure…" he hesitated and imagined himself having sex with a girl. He imagined it so well that he begins to salivate. In other means, drooling…
When his imagination gone wild. He just stands at one spot frozen like a statue. Then I saw a newcomer. Which is obvious since we have VERY FEW newcomer who isn't a hippie and an Asian too.
"Hey, you!" I yelled at the newcomer.
He ran towards me and looked at me and I sort of recognized him.
But he recognized me at once.
"Oh, Kyle! Remember me? We chat at MSN 5 years ago. I've been wondering what's with you at those years." He said.
"Wow, it's you! It's REALLY you!" I hugged him. 'I can't believe I finally get to really know my online buddy, my secret admire.' I thought.
"So…how's South Park?" he asked shyly. Before I could answer, Stan said goodbye and left. "Is that guy 17?" he asked.
"Nope, 14 just like us." I said embarrassed due to an erection at the bottom of my body. I looked at him and analyze him carefully for the first time.
Ok, I admit I'm gay. I like Stan and Kenny before when I was 8 and when I was 9 I met my online buddy who's right in front of me right now and I had a major crush with him. He's so hot. In fact hotter than Kenny who's obviously hotter than Stan, and cunningly smart.
And most surprising is my online buddy is only an inch taller than me. I mean after 7th Grade I lost contact with him. And after a year he's here. I always imagined him around 5'-6' but this is totally unexpected. He still have his usual high voice. That means he's like me, a late puberty guy? But maybe with my lab with materials and both our ingenuity will change it.
"Remember my lab?" I asked him.
"Well, duh! Your CERN look alike lab. It's unforgettable for Christ's sake!"
"Tomorrow's the first day of school. See you there and meet me after school to a journey to my lab. Your parents will be out tonight." I said.
"How do you know that? Wait, my parents are working on a big project. I guess it comes out in the local newspaper saying it starts today, huh?" he theorized it carefully.
"Smart! You still do have your ingenuity!" I said smiling.
New student's/Secret Guy's POV
Ok, first day of school. Avoid all senior is my no. 1 rule. No. 2 Only follow Kyle. No. 3 Be anti-social. Perfect, my 3 rules to prevent a disaster a school. Among the noisy class, the class teacher introduced me to the class.
"Class! Will you fucking shut up?! We have a new student here. His name is……"
A/N: Muahahahaha! Still won't get his name! It's quite obvious though. If you went to my school and like seen me before. Anyway wait until Chapter 3 or the real chapter 2 to know this OC's name.