It´s a Jersey Thing

Chapter 1/Prologue: The new guy

Cartman´s POV

"Sweetie! The bus will leave in twenty minutes!" A male whom appeared to be around sixteen groaned loudly in return, turning slightly in his bed. "I'm staying home..." He grumbled groggy to himself, covering his face with a pillow. Though he didn't get to stay there for long before he scent of bacon and sausage filled the room and eventually found it's way to his nose. Inhaling the oh so sweet smell, his mouth started to water.

God I´m hungry…. should probably have eaten something yesterday before going to bed. Oh well too late now!

He hesitated for a moment before pushing himself up to sit, yawning and tiredly rubbing his eyes.

"Hell it should be illegal to get up this early. I fucking hate Mondays. Just plain bullshit, I need AT LEAST 2 Sundays to recover from the week."

Rolling his eyes, Eric eventually forced himself out of the bed and onto his feet.

Losing a few pounds would probably help a whale like myself. Though at least I don´t need to worry about freezing. Not like I would ever start training knowing what a hopeless mess I am.

He snorted. Just the thought of him doing any kind of exercise were quite laughable. So impossible it hurt trying to imagine it. No, he´d given up on that possibility a long time ago.

Being too exhausted to recognize pretty much nothing, he found himself in a half-asleep state when he got ready. Did he get dressed? Chose clean clothes? Combed his hair? Had the backpack packed at all? Who knew. All he knew was that he eventually found himself in the kitchen, God knows how.

"You have to hurry, snookums, you'll miss the bus, otherwise." Liane smiled sweetly to her son, handing him a plate containing the source of the scent. "Eat it all up so you'll get big and strong."

She chirped, turning back to the stove to finish up something. Probably clean it. Though he didn't bother using any energy on focusing about that and instead started to dig in.

Bigger is not something I need to become. Think I'm heavy enough already…. hah… fat. That´s always something I've been. Of course not thanks to any genetics, I mean look at mom! That slut is thin as fuck! Hell it's fucking unfair, why hasn't the genetics worked like that for me! Maybe it's not the genetics then…. but who else can I blame beside myself? Mom of course. Feeding a small child unhealthy food regularly doesn´t end up well. Thanks for that. Well you can't blame her, not like she's ever really cared. With her fake, sweet smile and triggering voice - ugh I hate it! Fucking whore.

Cartman's shuddered in disgust, though continued despite how much he wanted to barf. It was more of a mental barf than anything physical really, if that even made any sense. Not like the boy had ever made any sense - not even to himself.

I am, and will always be - an impossible case

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As the brunet forced himself through the crowded hallway half an hour later, he could help but get the feeling this wasn't just an ordinary, fucked up Monday. His stomach tightened slightly by the thought that this day could possibly get worse.

Can a terrifying nightmare even get worse?

He shook the disgusting idea off, of course it couldn´t. How could it even get worse?

Living in this shitty town is bad enough as it is. All these horrible human beings living side by side. How horrific. For fucks sake, what am I even complaining about? They're fucking CARE BEARS compared to me - ME! THE WORST HYPOCRITICAL, NARCISSISTIC, DISCRIMINATING HORRIBLE PIECE OF HUMAN GARBAGE. Fuck. How did I even become like this? Who knows. Though going through trauma after trauma and bullying doesn't help on anyone´s mental health I guess. Too bad.

There was always something fucked up happening in this small mountain town. Either the adults screwed it up somehow, or the kids themselves. Or both. No one really knew what to expect. A nuclear war? Revolution? Blood bath? The possibilities were endless. Though it didn't really matter what happened, cause the moment after everything would just go back to normal and everyone would forget it even happened. Everyone apart from Cartman.

Deeply intertwined in thoughts, He was left partly scarred once being jerked back into reality. Literally running into someone on his way. Grunting, he shot the stranger a sharp glare.

"Watch where the fuck you're going you goddamn hip-"

More wasn´t the boy able to bawl out, once he bothered to take a look at said stranger. Whom were indeed, new. All his years in this school - this town he…. had never seen anyone like him before. A conflagrant, fuzzy hair - a hair just utterly frenetic, were covering the tall boy whom seemed to be around his age. His facial features was a whole other story. A rather acute nose were matched with clear, green eyes. It was all framed by a well defined, oval shape, defined with a tanned skin. Almost tinting orange.

"Get back into the fruit basket orange…." He murmured, not really recognizing what left is tongue. His logic were covered by several emotions like confusion and disgust.

The other boy scrutinized him closely, eyebrows raising and sinking as he appeared to be in deep thoughts. Numerous facial expressions went across the Redhead's face, almost appearing to…. ponder.

"Whatever, by the looks of it at least I´m eating fruit." He snapped back in a passive aggressive comment, easily picking up what had optionally gotten dropped during the impact. Turning on his heels, he headed in another direction, as one could heard him mumble something among the lines "Muff Cabbage."

Distinctly shocked by the whole situation, Eric automatically backed a few steps.

How…. how dared he….- HOW DARED HE PULL THAT BULLSHIT ON ME?! FUCKING FAT PHOBIC ASSHOLE. Fuck him and his orange skin - a fucking Jersey freak like he didn't make any sense at all! Fuck - fuck it all!

Eyes twitching, he did his best to keep himself calm before grabbing the equipment he would need for the upcoming class, before stomping away to said class. The stomping implying he was anything but calm.

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Update for you all who may realize it seems different. Since I, for good reasons, were unable to continue it for about a year, my way of writing and vocabulary has changed rather drastically. So has the plot itself. Not THAT drastically of course, but it will go on in a more realistic pace. I did change a lot on the narration and details and such, but only to make the story flow better. The plot itself hasn't been changed at all in this chapter.

Also a quick reminder this is what´s kinda called a prologue, thus meaning it´ll be significantly shorter than a common chapter would.

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