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Chapter 3 - iI'm on my way/i/b
Kyle. Kyle. Kyle. Kyle. KYLE.
I'm staying at Kyle's house…which means Kyle gets the diary!
I don't know which is worse.. Staying here… or letting Kyle report on my sex-life!?
Does anyone have a knife? A gun? A rope?
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After breakfast, everyone goes back to their rooms to pack. Kade practically danced down the corridor which thoroughly irritated me.
"Were going home, Kenny! Isn't that great?" Kade squeaks, unlocking the door with haste and skipping inside.
"Yeah.. Brilliant." I say, following him inside and walking over to my wardrobe. There is only a few items in there. My parka, a few plain white shirts and two pairs of jeans. Like I said, I'm not rich. I pull the jeans and shirts from their hangers and stuff them in a plastic bag.
"What's wrong? I thought you hated this place?" Kade voice sounds from the depths of his wardrobe.
"I do. It's just the minor detail that Kyle will be checking up on my sexual activity. That's why I'm pissed off." I say, grabbing my parka from it's hanger and folding it over my arm. I look back at Kade to find him neatly folding all his retarded t-shirts.
"But you've got so much better, Kenny!" Kade says, placing the final shirt on top of all the others in his suitcase.
"Only because the punishment doesn't really interest me. Trust me… sometimes I think I'd rape you if it wouldn't get me sent to Level 6." I say, with a slight smirk. Kade flinches slightly then closes the top of his case and zips it closed.
"That's gross." He mutters, tugging the case off the bed. Jesus, Kade can be so naïve sometimes.
"Dude, I was kidding. No offence but I'd never fuck you. Your too… Tweek-ish." I tell him as he pulls the suitcase handle upwards then rolls it over to the door.
"What does Tweek-ish mean?" He asks, shoving a denim hat onto his head and throwing me a confused look.
"Nothing." I chuckle. Kade remains still with the same puzzled look on his face for a moment, before shaking his head and opening the door.
When we reach the main entrance, I see all the 'patients' re-united with their friends and families. I spot Tegan hugging a tall, blonde man who is clearly her father. Chrissie is over by the vending machines talking to two people who look about her own age. They are both wearing black, like Chrissie. One has pink hair, short and spiky, the other has blue. They both look surly and evil. Kade suddenly runs from my side to hug his mother who is sat by the exit door. She stands, allowing her brunette hair to wave with the force the wind, and catches Kade in a warm embrace. Kade then picks up his bag and opens the door. Before he leaves, he turns to look behind him with his eyebrows furrowed, as though he is searching for someone. His eyes rest me and he gives a smart salute and a smile to signal his goodbye. I return the gesture, grinning and Kade leaves with his mother following.
Then, a boy with raven hair sits in the chair where Kade's mother sat moments ago. I recognise him immediately.. The last time I saw him was in this very room, him giving me an apologetic smile and me scowling at him.
"Stan!" I yell, running over to him. His head lifts to catch sight of me dodging people to reach him. I throw myself into his arms to give him a gruff hug before breaking and grinning.
"Kenny. Jesus.. It feels like years since I last saw you! Ar- Ouch!" he squeaks, due to the fact that I just gave him an immensely hard punch on the arm.
"What the hell was that for?" he asks, rubbing the place where I just hit him.
"For bringing me here.. I've been to hell and on the whole, I think this place was a lot worse!" I growl in a low, menacing tone. Stan gives a nervous little laugh while looking to the floor.
"Well.. I was going to ask you if you were okay, but I suppose that question's been answered." Stan says, scratching his black hair. He then turns to the door and pushes it open, asking me silently to go first. I set my first foot into freedom and breathe in the sweet fresh air. I can smell the scent of lavender and rosemary from the flower beds lining either side of the path. Stan leads me out of the chrome gates to a large, shiny van parked perfectly a little way down the road.
"This is your van?" I ask him, incredulously. Stan nods proudly.
"Sweet!" I exclaim, grinning. Stan puts a finger to his lips, shoves the key in the side door lock and turns it clockwise. The door slides open smoothly to reveal five sleeping boys laid inside. One is slim and auburn-haired. His orange sports jacket is laid over his chest like a blanket. Obviously, Kyle. He hasn't changed in the slightest, apart from his hair - it's longer and straighter. The second boy is laid in another's arms. He is hunched up in a ball with his head on the other boys chest. I can't see his face but I can tell who it is by looking at his hair and his twitchy breathing. Tweek. The boy he is laid on has one of his arms over his eyes and the other round Tweek. Small tufts of black hair are protruding under his arm, making in plain that the boy is Craig. But why has he got his arm round Tweek? Best friends? I don't think so… I know relationships when I see them. Craig is sleeping soundly, it's not surprising considering he practically has a massage machine in his arms. He's got skinnier, too. Maybe he's been dieting. Chubby bastard. Craig is two-faced, sick and idiotic.. He's perverted too, but I over-rule him on that factor. The fourth boy is laid haphazardly at the end of the van near the door with his face in clear view. His expression is a deep look of intense discomfort and hate, like he is sleeping on a bed of sharp nails. Eric Cartman. I hate Eric so much. Every ounce of my strength would be behind a punch right in that fat fuck's face. Sometimes I wish he would die, but then I would still see him in hell.. And I would have no-one to laugh at up here. The final boy is curled neatly in the corner, sleeping soundly. His legs are folded up close to his chest and his arms are round them in a tight grasp. His light blonde hair is falling over his perfect heart shaped face.. Butters.. I've always liked Butters. He's kind, sweet, innocent - if a bit naïve..
"Did everyone come all this way just to see me?" I ask Stan quietly.
"Sure we did.. We missed you!" Stan says, shutting the van door and opening the passenger door. He slides smoothly over the seats to the drivers chair and I climb into the seat beside him, close the door and click my seat belt into place. Stan takes a quick look behind him at the sleeping boys in the back before turning the key in the ignition and setting off down the road. I hear sliding and grunting in the back, so I turn my head but I fins that no-one has woke up, it was just Cartman getting more comfortable.
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