I look down at my desk, and stare at my green folder. On the top left corner, it reads, "Kyle Broflovski" in slovenly written sharpie. All I brought for the day was a pencil, a few pieces of loose leaf for note taking, and this folder which holds the loose leaf, and whatever else my teachers decide to give me. I run my hands up to my temples and groan. I feel tired already.

To lessen my boredom, I shift my vision over to Mr. Garrison. He seems to be reading a book about romance (considering there's a big picture of a seductive looking man on the cover), and enjoying it quite a bit. I squint to read the title, and I can just about make out "Teaching Your Man To-", and then Mr. Garrison shifts in his seat, which makes me lose sight of the book cover.

I sigh, and look around the classroom. I see a variety of familiar faces near me as I sit right in front of the seat in the back left corner. Two seats to my right is Stan, who's just been ogling at Wendy the whole damn time with big, dilated pupils. Wendy sits all the way towards the opposite corner of the room as me, and behind her sits Butters, who still appears to be twiddling his thumbs. Also, there's Kenny behind me, who happens to be sitting next the same big breasted girl he was sitting on the bus with. Typical behavior of Kenny to be drawn closest to the hottest chick in the room.

Now, as my eyes wander in front of me, I see Cartman sitting one seat ahead of me in the row to my right. He's just sitting there, and drawing circles into his desk with the same pencil he was staring at earlier. To be honest, I didn't expect him to be sitting still for so long, and so close to me, without shouting out some derogatory comment for the whole class to hear. I'm slightly impressed with his silence.

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"Attention class," Mr Garrison drolled, "since the bell has just rung, signaling first period, I'm going to hand out agenda books to each of you. Since you all haven't been living in a cave these past few years, you'll know what to do with them."

As Mr. Garrison gets up from his chair to hand out the agenda books, I roll my eyes. "Great," I think, "another year of him not giving a shit."

I look at Stan to see his expression, but all he's been focusing on is "subtly" making hearts with his hands for Wendy. That girl is really getting on my nerves with her fake laughs, and taking all of Stan's time away. Seriously, every time him and Wendy reignite their "love", it's like me, Kenny, and Cartman don't even exist. Neither does school, or vacation, or-

"Wait…" I stop the little rant going on in my head, "Did I just include Cartman in with me and Kenny?" I look over at Cartman, and he's still drawing circles, except now it's in his agenda book. "Really, my head's been doing some strange things today."

"Aaaand now Megan's row." I look up to see Mr. Garrison passing out agenda books to the row I'm in. Each student takes one, and passes the rest down, until I pass one down to Kenny who's at the back of the row. I take a look at my agenda book, and it's juvenile. There's still that same stupid looking cow on the front, surrounded by a green background, and lettering above it that reads "South Park High" in bold, black font.

"Alright." Mr. Garrison continued talking with the same humdrum attitude, "Now since I've handed out the agenda books already, I figure I'll tell you your homework first before we get to the summary of what you'll be doing this year."

The class groans while I just stare out the window, listening to the monotonous sound of Mr. Garrison's voice. I glance back over at Cartman, and still nothing. "What the hell? He'd normally be fuming right now."

"So the majority of you probably aren't going to like this, but the homework for tonight is a project you'll have to complete by Friday, at the end of the week." Mr. Garrison continued without any enthusiasm what-so-ever.

"Your giving us a project, on the first day of freshman year?! The first day of freshman year?!" Cartman shrieked out. I suppose he finally broke. "I've been trying to save up all my energy for the Terrance and Phillip Marathon at the end of the day, and I haven't even made it past the first ten minutes of class because of a stupid fucking project!"

Figures that Cartman would hold in his rude comments for something like that. None of us even really watch Terrance and Phillip anymore, and even Cartman himself called it lame a few days ago. Makes sense that he would just be some fucking pansy conformist while I was thinking that he might actually have something even moderately complex running through his mind.

"Eric Cartman, school isn't a place to curse! As for the project, you can just blame common core, sweetheart." Mr. Garrison stated. "And now to explaining the project, you all will be working in groups of two. I have already picked out the pairings, so don't get your trousers in a knot when you don't get paired with someone you like. Your assignment is for both partners to write about their goals for Freshman year, with a minimum of five paragraphs per partner. Both of you will then write an essay together about the similarities and differences of your papers, which will also be a minimum of five paragraphs."

Another loud groan emits from the class, and I can hear Cartman mutter, "You've got to be fucking kidding me," under his breath. I just sigh as I scribble our assignment into my agenda book.

"Okay class, now I'm going to read you all the pairings. Remember, even if you don't know or like the person, it's still a good school bonding experience. The first group is Megan and Tokin. Second is Kenny and Barbara…"

As Mr. Garrison said more of the pairings, I heard Kenny give a quiet hoot of excitement because he got paired with the girl next to him. Barbara transferred into our school district two years ago, and ever since, Kenny's been trying to get into her panties. She's popular with most of the students, but I really don't care for her that much. I've only talked to her twice, and she seems to be somewhat of a dimwit.

"...Seventh is Stan and Jimmy. Eighth is Sarah and Wendy…" I watched Stan make a pouting face in Wendy's direction as they both held out hand hearts to each other. "Jesus Christ, really?!" I feel a twinge of aggravation make it's way to my forehead.

"...Eleventh is Kyle and Eric. And the last pairing is Glenda and Butters. Have fun working on your projects, children. Enjoy teenagehood while you-"

"What...?" Cartman said across the room, "Out of ALL THE PEOPLE IN THIS ROOM, you paired me up with the JEW?!" His face was fully flushed in a dark shade of pink, and during his shouting, he actually managed to get up from his chair and stand up.

Cartman's aggravating shouting gets the best of me when he pulls this kind of bullshit, like I'm some malignant tumor he's dying to get rid of. "Hey, Cartman! I'm right here, and it's not exactly like you're my first choice either!"

Cartman threw a snakelike glare in my direction. "Shut the fuck up, Kyle!"

Mr. Garrison just looked at Cartman and I as if we were lost causes. "Eric Cartman, over the entirety that I've known you, you still haven't managed to change your point of view, and your foul language. There is nothing wrong with Kyle for coming from Jewish descent, and I think it's about time that you pack your things, and go to detention."

Cartman picks up his pencil, along with his newly acquired agenda, and starts walking towards the door. His expression didn't really look that angered as he was walking. In fact, it looked somewhat… glum. It's unlike Cartman to look glum, as if he actually regrets something. As Cartman starts to turn the doorknob, he mutters something under his breath, but it's still audible from across the room. "Why does everything have to be so fucking different?"

Now, Cartman is out of the classroom. I would normally feel pretty satisfied with him being called out after hurling insults at me, but that comment threw me off. "Different? What does he mean by that…"

I look over at the little circles drawn over on Cartman's desk, each of them penciled in in neat little rows. "Seriously, why do I feel so bad for him?"