A/N: Whew! Hey, guys. Thanks for your patience with this new chapter. Funny thing about it was I pretty much had a second chapter written but it had events that I soon realized I wanted to happen later in the story so, I ended up writing what would've been chapter two but is really more like chapter 4 or 5. Ehh...BUT! I and chapter 2 is finally done! Again, for understanding, the bold text is flashbacks and non bold text is present day. Let the chapter...BEGIN!"

The next day's afternoon, the fourth grade class returned from rehearsing "Little Shop" and gathered around their desks. A few of them sat down, but many of them hovered around friends' desks and chatted softly while waiting for the period bell. Mr. Garrison was nowhere to be found but the children already had adult supervision. In a chair near Mr. Garrison's desk, sat a middle-aged man with rectangular framed glasses and light brown hair with a single gray streak. He wore a light green button shirt beneath a grey vest and brown khaki pants with black dress shoes. He held a clipboard and silently scribbled on it as the children continued to talk amongst themselves.

Midway towards the back of the class, Butters sat at his desk and Cierra turned towards him.

"How are you doing with the moral assignment thing, Cierra?" asked Butters.

"I'm doing ok," said Cierra, "I just need to figure out a decent way to end it."

"I don't think I'm gonna hand mine in," said Butters, "It-it just not coming out right."

"I could help you with it if you want," said Cierra.

"Wow! Guess you are willing to help other people," said a bitter voice nearby.

Cierra frowned and turned to see Cartman walking towards his desk beside her.

"I-I could help you with yours too, Eric," she said nervously.

Cartman didn't make eye contact with her and said, "Don't get too excited, Butters," he slammed his book on his desks and plopped into his seat. "Cierra always puts herself at the top of her priority list," he said adding a large twinge of sourness.

"Ohh…." Cierra whined and slid down in her chair sadly.

The man at the front of the room witnessed this and scribbled urgently on his clipboard.

"Alright students," said a familiar drawl. Mr. Garrison walked into the room past the dark-haired man. The kids headed back to their desks and sat. "Let's get back to our math problems, shall we? Grab some paper and a pencil." The kids scrounged around in their desks for some looseleaf paper as Garrison wrote some math problems on the board. "These problems'll be due by the end of the period, so pay attention," he warned. "Now when want to add two fractions…." he began to explain, "...first you need to convert to two bottom numbers…."

As Garrison continued, the bespectacled man alternated between looking over his glasses towards the students and taking notes on his clipboard….

In first period health class, the fourth graders sat quietly as Mr. Mackey prepared a video from YouTube to be shown on the projector. Midway to the back sat Cartman, Kenny, Kyle and Stan and across from them sat Butters and Cierra. Butters and Cierra were reading a "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic" comic together and Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny were playing paper football. As Kyle moved to shoot into Cartman's goal, Cartman chuckled to himself as he once again cheated by moving his hand goal posts.

Kyle made an aggravated face. "Quit cheating, fatass!"

"Not my fault Jews suck at football," Cartman said snidely.

"Cartman," said Stan, "if you keep cheating, you can't play."

"I'm not cheating!" said Cartman.

"Yeah-huh!" said Kyle.

"Nuh-uh!" Cartman whined.

Kenny retrieved the paper football and tried to shoot it into Stan's goal. It just barely made it in, but as the football made contact with Stan's finger, he winced.

"Dude," asked Kyle, "you okay?"

Stan rubbed his hand and wrist to try and soothe them. "Yeah," he groaned, "Just a little….sore."

Mr. Garrison sat at his desk and looked extremely bored. Once Mr. Mackey gave the okay signal, Garrison perked up and addressed his students.

"Alright, students," Mr. Garrison stood up. "We have a special guest coming into class today," he explained. "He's a education grad student at the University of Denver, and he's gonna be observing me teaching you kids for the next couple of weeks."

"You'd think he'd wanna learn how to be a good teacher," Cartman to his "friends". A few of the students nearby snickered.

"I heard that, Eric!" Mr. Garrison said crossly.

"What?! What'd I do?!" Cartman whined.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Ah," said Mr. Mackey, "That's him now, m'kay."

He left Mr. Garrison's desk to open the classroom's door. Once he did, a new adult entered the room. He wore a navy blue blazer, a light blue dress shirt with a black tie and black slacks with shined black loafers. He looked younger than both Mr. Garrison and Mr. Mackey with a full head of light brown hair, but a sliver of a gray streak left his age a bit ambiguous. A pair of glasses rested in the breast pocket of his blazer and he rested a clipboard under his forearm as he came to the front of the room.

"Kids, meet our classroom intern," said Mr. Garrison as he gestured to younger man, "Mr. Wolfe."

"Hello, all," Mr. Wolfe said in a pleasant tone. "It's nice to meet all of you and I look forward to observing your class."

Craig raised his hand and Mr. Wolfe looked to him.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Is your name really Mr. Wolfe?" Craig asked flatly.

"Indeed it is," he said.

"Do you know what happened to the three little pigs?" asked Craig.

Some of the students in class snickered and near the door, Mr. Mackey did not look amused but Mr. Wolfe gave a soft chuckle in response.

"Ha-ha-ha, I believe they're story had a happy ending, young man," he said coolly.

"I bet you hear those types of jokes a lot," Mr. Garrison whispered softly to Mr. Wolfe.

"I do," said Mr. Wolfe, "but I learn to laugh it off. It's only harmless teasing, after all," he added calmly.

"Well, why don't you take a seat, Mr. Wolfe," said Mr. Garrison as he pointed to a seat by his desk, "and we can start class by handing in last night's math homework."

The kids began to rummage through their backpacks for their the multiple choice homework as Mr. Garrison walked around the classroom and collected them. Cierra looked in hers frantically, getting more and more nervous as she failed to locate her homework.

"Cuz," Cartman whispered to her, "What's up?"

"My homework!" she shout-whispered back, "I can't find it! It's gone again!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Cartman shook his head. "Cuz, you gotta keep a closer eye on that shit."

"But I did it last night, and we checked it together this morning!" Cierra whimpered getting more nervous and Mr. Garrison came closer to them.

"I know! I know!" Cartman whispered back, "And I've got mine," he showed her his multiple choice problems. "So, what happened to yours?"

"I….I don't know…." Cierra said dejectedly.

Unseen by Cartman or Cierra, Mr. Wolfe overheard their conversation.

"Cierra….?" asked Mr. Garrison as he held his hand out to Cierra. Cartman handed him his homework while Cierra shrugged her shoulders nervously.

"I….I don't have it," Cierra confessed, "I'm sorry."

Mr. Garrison sighed, "Cierra, this is the fifth time this has happened," he explained, "You're one of the best students in class, how do you keep losing your homework?"

"I….I don't know," Cierra said with a distressed tone.

Mr. Garrison shook his head and moved on to the other students, while Mr. Wolfe took his glasses from his pocket, put them on and began to scribble on his clipboard.

Once Mr. Garrison finished collecting the homework, he gestured to Mr. Mackey to come forward.

"M'kay, students," said Mr. Mackey, "Today for health class, we're gonna be watching a few videos,"

"Yay!" the class cried in unison.

"One of the videos goes over some basic traits and symptoms of a toxic relationship, while the other goes over some signs of abusive relationships."

"Aww!" the class cried in disappointment.

"Oh, God," muttered Cartman as he leaned on his hand, "This again?"

"Now, Eric," Mr. Mackey said, "You need to take this seriously, m'kay? Because this will count towards your grade."

Mr. Mackey took some papers out of a folder on Mr. Garrison's desk then looked towards Stan. "Stan, would you mind helping me hand out these quiz papers?"

Stan clenched and unclenched his hand nervously but stood up and took a few papers from Mr. Mackey. Every few papers, Stan silently winced from the pain of his hand and wrist. Mr. Wolfe continued to scribble on his clipboard.

Once everyone had a quiz, Mr. Mackey turned out the light and gestured to Mr. Garrison to start the first video.

"Just pay close attention to the videoes," said Mr. Mackey, "and once their finished, fill out your papers."

The quizzes were all printed in lavender purple ink and had checkboxes beside a few statements under the titles "Toxic Relationship Symptoms" and "Are You Being Abused?".

The first video started and its title was "Toxic People: How to End a Bad Relationship".

As the video played, a woman's voice came on.

"Any relationship between friends or significant others should be one where both parties are equal…."

Many students in the class couldn't have cared less about the video. A few of them secretly texted each other. Some doodled dick drawings on their papers. Cartman shuffled in his seat and tapped his pencil, bored out of his mind. He eventually took out his phone and sent a group text to Stan, Kyle and Kenny.

"OMG, r dey serious wit dis shit?' the text said. 'How many times r dey gonna shove dis down our throats?'

He put his phone down and waited for a reply. He soon got one from Kyle.

'Dude, enough,' it said. 'This stuff IS actually important'

Cartman rolled his eyes at the reply.

"...how do you know if you're in a toxic relationship? The same way you know when you're coming down with a cold. Toxic relationships have symptoms."

'O, boo-hoo,' Cartman excluded Kyle from his text this time, 'Cri me a friggin' river! How spineless do u ha let shit like dat happen?'

"Some questions you should be asking if you feel you're in a toxic situation are, 'Does my friend constantly put me down? Do they get jealous when I spend time with other people? Do they constantly bring up parts of me that they want to change? Do they take more than they give?'" the video continued and Cartman became frustrated with the lack of response from his friends. He began to text Cierra instead.

'Hey, cuz, I need some help 2nite with the math hw again, usual time.'

He sent it but got no response from Cierra, who was paying close attention to the video.

'Are you serious?' he thought in disbelief. Cartman texted Butters this time.

'Butters, nudge Cierra 4 me. Thx.'

Butters felt his phone buzz and glanced at it quickly. He tapped Cierra on the shoulder and Cierra looked over to Cartman.

"Cuz," he whispered, "You're helping me with my homework again, right?"

"I can't," Cierra whispered, "I gotta make up last night's homework again."

"Whatever," Cartman whispered back, "Just be by your phone at 10."

"But….I'll be sleeping by then," said Cierra.

"Not tonight you won't," he said with a low chuckled.

Cierra looked turned back to the projector but with a head hung in defeat.

Mr. Wolfe glanced back down to his clipboard and scribbled another note.

Soon, the first video ended and the second one loaded right after. It's title flashed on-screen briefly: "Are You Being Abused?"

For a brief time, the class was mostly unresponsive until a certain line of the video began,

"...people often assume relationships are categorized as abusive only if physical violence in involved. This is NOT true," the video explained. At this, Cierra looked back up at the screen along with one or two others who perked up. Mr. Wolfe took note of the more attentive students and continued to scribble on his clipboard. "...there are many different types of abuse and abusive relationships exist on a spectrum. And it can be difficult sometimes to realize when a once healthy relationship has….crossed the line." The video continued on. "Here are some warning signs to look out for if you suspect your partner is abusive: Do they constantly put you down? Especially in front of others? Are they extremely jealous? Do they easily lose their temper? Do they try to keep you away from your friends and family? ….Do they physically hurt you?" Stan began to rub his wrist and hand again as the symptoms were listed. Mr. Wolfe noticed Stan's discomfort, glanced over to him then back to his clipboard.

Once the video ended, the students quietly completed their quizzes. At the end of the quiz, a question was written on the other side of the paper: "What other questions do you have about toxic/abusive relationships?"

The students all completed and handed in their quizzes and Mr. Mackey grabbed a random one from his stack.

"M'kay students," said Mr. Mackey, "we're gonna discuss some of the responses you wrote to the final question. Let's start with this one." He cleared his throat and said flatly, "Domestic Abuse Awareness is gay."

Cartman snickered to himself.

"Eric?!" Mr. Mackey shouted, "This is your paper, isn't it?!"

"No!" Cartman cried.

"You're the only person who wrote their test number AND name, Eric! I know it's you!"

Cartman's eyes went wide and he muttered, "Damn it."

"Now, listen," said Mr. Mackey, "I have had just about enough of your behavior towards Domestic Abuse Awareness Month!"

"Oh, I apologize wholeheartedly, Mr. Mackey," said Cartman, "but to be perfectly honest, nobody here really cares about Domestic Abuse Awareness Month."

At this statement, unnoticed by anyone, Stan glanced away and shuffled in his seat uncomfortably.

"Eric, that is not true!" Mr. Mackey said indignantly, "Everyone here knows how important it is to be aware of domestic abuse….D-don't they?"

The class stared blankly at Mr. Mackey until Clyde broke the silence.

"Not really," he said flatly.

The class murmured unenthusiastically in agreement.

"Is that so?" asked Mr. Mackey. "Well, we'll see how seriously you take it after a 20% or your grade worth assignment!"

"Assignment?!" asked Cartman.

"That's right!" said Mr. Mackey. He turned and began to write on the board while he spoke, "Auditions for 'Little Shop of Horrors' will be starting very soon and for your assignment, you will each write a 5-page paper on the relevance of Domestic Abuse Awareness to the play's moral."

"Aww!" the class groaned.

"Nice going, Cartman!" Kyle spat at him.

"Yeah!" Everyone agreed.

"Those of you who audition for the play, however," said Mr. Mackey as he turned back to the class, "and are chosen for a role, will not be required to write as long of a paper."

At that moment, the bell rang and the students gasped and began to chat excitedly.

"We gotta start reading up on this play," Cartman said to his friends.

"Whatever, dude," said Kyle bitterly as he packed up his backpack, " 't's your fault we got stuck doing this in the first place."

Stan began to pack himself up to, all the while trying to avoid putting unnecessary strain on his wrist. He grunted in pain as he picked up his books and accidentally dropped one in the process. He growled in frustration slowly reached down for the book. Kenny noticed Stan struggling and helped him with his wayward book.

"Thanks, dude," Stan said.

"You sure you're okay, Stan?" Kenny mumbled. "That wrist looks really bad."

"Uhh….yeah," Stan muttered, "I'll just go talk to the nurse about it later."

Stan rubbed his hand again and Kenny noticed a deep black and blue bruise poke from under his sleeve but said nothing about it.

As the kids left the classroom for second period, Stan slowly followed his friends but dropped his pencil on the way out. Stan grit his teeth and prepared to pick up the pencil but someone beat him to it again. Mr. Wolfe bent down, retrieved the pencil and offered it back to Stan.

"I believe this will come in handy for your next class, yes?" he said.

"Yeah," Stan reached for the pencil and Mr. Wolfe saw the dark bruise poke from under his sleeve. "Right," Stan said flatly.

"Stan!" Kyle called, "You comin'?"

Stan quickly left the room to catch up with his friends, leaving, Mr. Wolfe, Mr. Mackey and Mr. Garrison alone in the room.

Mr. Wolfe breathed in and exhaled deeply as Mr. Mackey approached him.

"So….anything interesting, Doctor?" he asked.

Dr. Wolfe returned to his feet and said, "I noticed a few possible signs," he said. "And there are one or two students I'd like to keep an eye on."

"Oh? Really?" asked Mr. Mackey.

"Not much to be concerned about yet," said Dr. Wolfe, "however, could I take a look at those quizzes you handed out?"

"Of course, of course," said Mr. Mackey.

"Oh, Jesus," said Mr. Garrison, "How many times is Eric gonna try this BS?"

"Something the matter, Mr. Garrison?" asked Dr. Wolfe.

"Ugh, that fat, lazy student in the third row, Eric Cartman?" he groaned, "he's been trying to pass off someone else's homework as his own for his written assignments."

"Oh?" asked the doctor.

"Take a look at this," Garrison showed him. The discrepancy between the messily written name at the top and the neat, cursive writing below was very obvious.

"My goodness," said Dr. Wolfe, "it does seem as though he's trying to-"

"Pull the wool over my eyes, right?" said Mr. Garrison. "At least the other times he cheated, he didn't do it in such a half-assed way."

"Here's the quizzes you wanted to see, Doctor," Mr. Mackey handed him the stack of quizzes.

"Thank you, Mr. Mackey," said Dr. Wolfe as he flipped them over and began to flip through them.

"I-I just can't let you know whose is whose, m'kay?"

"That's quite alright," said the doctor. Soon, he came to response that intrigued him.

"What if your abuser is related to you?"

It was written in scratchy, but still legible block letter handwriting that looked nothing like Eric Cartman's handwriting or the handwriting of the person he tried to plagiarize.

"Hmm…." Dr. Wolfe pondered.

Dr. Wolfe sat and continued to silently observe the class as Mr. Garrison taught. Over the last few weeks, two children in his class had definitely captured his interest…..

A/N: Well, that was fun! Establishing stuff! Hope you guys liked this chapter and chapter 3 will be out very soon. Let me know how you liked this one with a review, I really look forward to reading them as much as you look forward to reading my words! See you at chapter 3 guys! Later!