The next morning, Kyle woke up feeling exhausted. He was still worried about what was going to happen at school, but he knew what had to be done, he could not let Cartman have the last word, he just had to beat his nemesis, but he wasn't sure how he could.

After getting ready, Kyle packed up his things and went to the school bus stop where Stan and Kenny where waiting for him.

"Hello Kyle," said Stan.

"Hello Stan, hello Kenny," replied Kyle.

"Hello Kyle," said Kenny.

"Are you feeling better this morning?" Stan asked.

Kyle nodded and then looked around when he saw that Cartman was not present.

"Hey, where's Cartman?" Kyle asked.

"I guess he's running a little late," Stan replied.

"Well that's good," said Kyle. "I'm not ready to face him yet."

After waiting for a few minutes, Cartman finally did show up. When he arrived, Cartman ignored Kenny and Stan and went straight to Kyle. Cartman was disliked by most of the kids in South Park Elementary, and Kyle was no exception. Kyle was frequently the target of Cartman's anti-Semitism, and Kyle in turn would insult Cartman about his weight. Kyle had put up with Cartman's insults and abuse countless time before, but what would follow would be among the worst tensions that they had ever reached.

"Hello Kyle," Cartman said with a very nasty smile on his face. "How's my favorite Jew doing today?"

Kyle said nothing.

"Oh, do you want some more of my farts?" Cartman asked.

"No," Kyle said.

"Come on Kyle," Cartman said. "I thought you loved them!"

"No!" Kyle snapped. "I don't, so shut up!"

"You've got sand in your vagina," Cartman taunted. "I knew it, it came back!"

"Shut – your – goddamned – mouth!" Kyle cried in a voice that was rapidly become a scream. "You fat f-!"

"Don't call me fat you Jew motherf-er!" Cartman retored.

Stan and Kenny intervened to stop the fight.

"Cartman, Kyle, just shut up!" Stan snapped. "I can see the school bus coming."

"Stupid Jew," Cartman finished.

"Fatass!" Kyle snapped back.

As the bus pulled up, the boys got on and sat down in their usual seats. None of the boys said a word to each other on the ride to school. Following the confrontation with Cartman that had just occurred, Kyle began to feel discouraged again. When the bus arrived at school, the boys were the last ones off. Without saying a word, Kyle walked up to the front door of the school, fearing what would be awaiting him when he entered.


When the boys got to their lockers, three other kids came over to Kyle.

"Hello Kyle," one of them said in an odd voice. "Have you been enjoying Cartman's farts today?"

Kyle looked up at them, but he didn't say anything.

"Come on, Kyle." the kid said again. "Why aren't you doing it, we know how much you love to suck Cartman's farts."

While this was going on, Cartman was watching from a distance, and chuckling to himself. When the bell rang for class to start, the three boys taunting Kyle ran off down the hall as quickly as they could, and laughing at Kyle at the same time. Kyle picked up his books and walked to his class. Cartman got to the classroom first, and stood by the door to wait for the other kids. When Kyle walked through the door, Cartman put his foot out and tripped him, causing Kyle to fall and drop his books.

"Oh look," he said in a very childlike voice. "The poor Jew dropped his books!"

Kyle ignored Cartman and began picking his books up, but just as he had them all picked up, Cartman kicked them over again.

"Oh silly me!" Cartman laughed. "I didn't mean it, Kyle."

Just then, Stan Marsh's girlfriend, Wendy Testaburger entered the room.

"Eric," she said. "What are you doing?"

"Oh nothing," replied Cartman. "Just helping Kyle pick up his books."

Wendy had previously beaten up Cartman when the latter wouldn't stop making jokes about Wendy's presentations about breast cancer. So upon seeing Wendy, Cartman realized that if he kept this up, then he would probably get beat up again for antagonizing her boyfriend's best friend. After Kyle picked up all his books, he took his seat and waited for class to begin. It wasn't long before the teacher, Mr. Garrison arrived.

"Okay children," said Mr. Garrison as he picked up a piece of chalk. "We're going to begin today with some math problems."

The children took out some paper and pencils to write down the problems.

"Now," said Mr. Garrison as he wrote on the chalkboard. "What's the answer to 8 times 9?

Craig Tucker raised his hand.

"Yes Craig?" Mr. Garrison asked.

"70?" Craig replied.

"Okay," said Mr. Garrison. "Now let's try someone else, someone who isn't a retard."

Craig gave Mr. Garrison the middle finger in response.

Kyle raised his hand.

"Kyle?" Garrison said.

"The answer is 72," Kyle said.

"That's right, Kyle, the answer is 72," Mr. Garrison replied.

Throughout most of class, Cartman wasn't taking notes; he was instead writing a little something for Kyle. When the bell rang for lunch, he dropped the paper on Kyle's desk and bolted out the door really quickly. Kyle opened the paper; it was a badly drawn picture of Kyle wearing blue and white pajamas, and behind barbed wire. Apparently this was supposed to represent Kyle being part of the Holocaust. This wasn't out of character for Cartman, as at one point, he tried to start his own Holocaust. Kyle ripped the paper into shreds and tossed it into the trashcan. Then he left the classroom for lunch.


In the lunchroom, Cartman got his food, but he didn't start eating. Instead, he put his food down on a table and stood by the kitchen door. Kyle came through, and Cartman tripped him again. Kyle fell down, dropping his food all over the floor.

"Boy Kyle," Cartman taunted. "I knew that Jews were clumsy, but this is silly."

Kyle glared at Cartman.

"What's wrong, Jew boy?" Cartman taunted again. "Are you gonna cry?!"

"Stop it, Cartman," said Stan, who was just coming out of the kitchen with his food.

Cartman gave Stan a dirty look before going to eat his lunch. Kyle picked up the food that he had dropped.

"Here," said Stan, holding his trey up. "Would you like my lunch, Kyle?"

Kyle looked surprised.

"But won't you get hungry?" he asked.

"Nah," said Stan. "I ate a huge breakfast this morning, I'll be fine."

Kyle took Stan's trey.

"Thank you, Stan," he replied.

"Come on, me and Kenny will sit with you." Stan continued.

"As far away from Cartman as possible," Kyle concluded.

Kyle smiled a little as he, Stan, and Kenny sat down for lunch. Stan didn't mind that he didn't have anything to eat, as he was still full from the huge breakfast that he had had earlier that morning.


After school, Kyle collected all of his belongings and packed up to leave. As Kyle began walking towards the exit, a fifth grade student came up to him.

"Hey Kyle," the fifth grader said. "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" Kyle asked.

"Cartman told me to tell you," said the fifth grader. "That your mom is a fat skank."

Upon hearing this, those words began to ring in Kyle's head once more.

"No she isn't!" snapped Kyle.

"Oh yes she is," the fifth grader said. "You said it to her yourself remember?"

Kyle stood there with an enraged look on his face.

"I gotta go," said the fifth grade student. "Cartman sends his regards."

Kyle stormed down the hallway and headed for the front door, stopping at a drinking fountain along the way to get some water in an attempt to calm himself down. After finishing his drink, Kyle headed for the door. As he walked outside, he fell down again, he looked behind him, and sure enough, there was Eric Cartman, grinning like a lunatic, he had tripped him yet again.

"Jesus Christ, Kyle!" Cartman laughed gleefully. "How many times are you going to fall when you go through a door?"

Kyle didn't answer, he just stared defiantly at his nemesis.

"Sorry I can't help you up," said Cartman. "I have to go home, unlike you Jews, I've got important things to do, good-bye!"

Kyle felt depressed, he got up and kick the ground with fury. Just then, Stan and Kenny came outside. Upon seeing Kyle, they ran over to him.

"Kyle, are you alright?" said Stan as he helped pick up the books.

"Yeah," said Kyle bitterly. "But that fatass tripped me again."

"Yeah," said Stan. "Wendy told me and Kenny about him tripping you at the start of class, and we saw him do it during lunch."

Stan handed Kyle his books.

"I guess it's that after pulling that stupid ass prank on me," said Kyle. "Cartman now believes that he is free to belittle and harass me at any chance that he gets."


As Kyle went back to his house, Stan and Kenny went with him for support. When they reached Kyle's house, Kyle had something more to say to his friends.

"Stan, Kenny," he said. "You aren't getting tired of having to cheer me up are you?"

Stan and Kenny looked at each other.

"Of course not," replied Stan. "You're our best friend."

"You got that right, Stan!" said Kenny.

"Thank you guys," said Kyle. "See you tomorrow I guess."

"Yes, see you tomorrow." Said Stan.

"Goodbye Kyle," Kenny said.

Kenny and Stan watched Kyle go into his house. After that, they turned and went to their houses to retire for the day.

To be continued…