Kenny:
Today I woke up again perfectly healthy in my bed. "Fuck!" I shouted. I hate it when that fat bastard kills me! He knows I can't die so instead of telling the others, he just murders me! Over and over again! I fucking hate it! But, since no one will remember, I just put my good old parka on and a pair of worn jeans. I leave my room and head down the hall, quickly and quietly I open my little sisters door a crack, to see if she's alright. Karen was sound asleep in her bed. She had a cold yesterday so she's probably staying home today too. I quietly close the door and make my way to the kitchen. When I was greeted by my mom, dad, and older brother, Kevin. I sat down on the nearest chair. "Good morning Kenny." My mom quivered out. I swear this woman is afraid to talk or something, she constantly shivers... Less then Tweek.
"Morning ma." I sighed. "Today I made pop tarts." She quivered out. Pop tarts... Again. I wish we could at least have something different in the morning. There were only two pop tarts, so me and Kevin split one of them into three pieces and saved the third for Karen. We ate our inch sized pop tart pieces. As our parent split theirs in half and ate them. A few minutes later it was time for school. The first day of sixth grade. The year of fun, drugs, booze, and amazing titties. I am excited for this year.
I walk down the sidewalk towards the bus stop me and my friends wait at. Then it came to me, Great... I have to face that fatass again. I rolled my eyes and groaned. I then was greeted by my friends, Kyle and Stan.
