Chapter Three

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"...and that is all that was mentioned about the flashing lights last night", the news-reporter slowly trailed off as he scoured through some papers on his desk. As of current, I had slathered myself across the couch in my living room, and was lazily dangling my head off the edge of the sofa so that the entirety of my view was upside down. I don't know how long I had been there, because when you're as bored as I was time just seems to merge into a big heap of foreverness.

Does that even makes sense?

I don't know. I mean, I'm only 10, so asking myself stupid questions about time is totally pointless. Deciding to try and forget that I was having a mental conversation with myself, I lifted my arm and reached out, desperately clawing for the remote that was just a little too far away from my reach. I had previously scoured the channels various times, but now I had given up and was choosing to inspect them for the umpteenth time. I had only been in South Park for less than a day, and I was already entirely fed up of living here. Any chance to move from this horrid town would be welcomed with open arms. Not only had some bratty children gifted me a black eye earlier, but now I had to suffer the shockingly abysmal broadcasting that this town provided. On the brighter side, there was apparently supposed to be some sort of festival next week. Mom said she'd buy me something nice if I stayed on my best behaviour for the entirety of the week. I hope it's something amazingly good. Like a games-sphere or something. That would be totally awesome! On the plus side, thinking about getting a Games-Sphere will hopefully keep my mind focussed on the positives of living in this town.

"Hello? Is anyone there?", came a spontaneous voice from the front door. I turned my head to look towards the door, only to have the letterbox shut on itself. I lifted an eyebrow, a quizzical emotion spread across my face. I got up from my slouched-upside position and glared at the front door. Desperately hoping that some sort of x-ray powers would come into action.

"Was he in there?", a second voice asked from outside.

"I could hear the television". I sighed audibly before reluctantly pushing myself to my feet. After a quick stretch, I stomped towards the door and twisted the handle. With little effort, I carefully opened the door. Stood outside were two people from my class. Both had been part of the mob that had chased me around at school earlier.

"What?", I spat venomously. With this Stan Marsh cut his eyes, and accusingly pointed towards me in an irritated fashion.

"Watch your mouth kid or I'll kick your ass". This time I cut my eyes. In the most snobbish fashion I could muster up, I stepped backwards and slammed the front door shut. Muffled insults instantly followed my action. Surprisingly however, the insults were not being directed at me. The other boy, (Kyle Broflowski if you hadn't guessed by now), was currently arguing with his 'supposedly' best friend. I began to turn around, so that I could go back to the ever-so enjoyable highlights of television, but was cut off when a harsh thump on the door made me jump. I seriously wasn't sure whether one of them had decided to kick the front door.

"Who is at the door Nathan?", shouted my mom from upstairs, her curiousity obviously over-powering her.

"It doesn't matter mom!", I shouted back before returning to the door. With one last deep breath, I twisted the handle and opened the door. "What do you guys want?", I sighed, purposely trying to act a little more tolerant the second time around.

"Look Nath, did... did you tell on me to my mom?", asked Kyle nervously, obviously trying to look at anything except for me. Stan was stood behind Kyle in a similar sort of fashion, he however looked more aggravated than nervous.

"What?".

"My mom came home, and asked whether I knew who had hit you... Did you tell my mom on me?", he repeated. I thought about lying to him. Telling him that I had told his mom about the situation that happened would probably make him feel so scared when he came face-to-face with his mother, which would help put a smile on my face. Thinking twice however... Kyle had probably thrown the least amount of punches compared to anyone else earlier. So I guess telling him that I had told his mother about today would probably be redundant in improving my mood, as I wanted revenge on the other kids a lot more than him. Craig for example. Craig just seemed to love conflict.

"No. I haven't told anyone". I replied as I lightly traced a pattern on my front door with my finger, to try and ease the awkwardness that I was now beginning to feel. Kyle just decided to survey me after he received my answer, clearly unsure on whether to trust me.

"Who is it Nathan!", came my mom's cheerful voice from upstairs again. Her tone seemed to fully contrast the tense atmosphere that was surrounded the front of her house. I turned to shout up the stair, only to notice her quickly duck her head from around the bannister. I pinched my nose and sighed for what must've been the eighth time that day.

"It's just Stan and Kyle from school!", I shouted up the stairs, with a tone that hopefully made it clear to my mom that she had been caught snooping. She must've gotten the message as she made no effort to provide me with a reply. Realising that the message had been received, I turned back to the boys stood outside my house. Kyle was still surveying me, desperately trying to calculate whether I was lying to him or not. Stan, on the other hand, was nosily looking towards the stairway that my mother had previously been spying from. He had obviously noticed my mother's antics.

"Did you tell my mom then?", Kyle asked again, this time in a more threatening tone. With a roll of my eyes, I grabbed the door handle and went to shut the door for a second time, only to be stopped in the nick of time by Kyle who had thought fast and placed his foot in the way of the door. "Just answer me", he demanded half-heartedly. He was now obviously feeling very sorry for himself, and probably did not want to face the wrath of Sheila Broflovski.

"I didn't tell your mom", I hissed, getting very tired of the conversation at hand. "You know what? Maybe I should have. I mean, I had seven of you team up and beat the crap out of me. I got a fricking black eye because of you arsehole... and all you care about is whether you're going to get in trouble for it". At my sudden outburst, both Kyle and Stan seemed to retreat backwards slightly, but soon came to their senses and returned to their normal positions.

"But... I'm used to people hating me for stupid reasons... so I guess... I guess it doesn't matter", I mumbled, suddenly feeling very worn out and defeated. Kyle gave mea remorse look, that sort of gave an impression that he had previously felt the same way I did currently. Stan noticed the look on his friends face and gave him a comforting smile.

"C'mon Kyle. Nathan said he hasn't told your mom anything so let's just go to the park or something". Kyle looked at him and nodded softly. Stan smiled contently in reply and sauntered off down the driveway towards the road, leaving Kyle standing outside my door awkwardly. I stared at him non-chalantly, trying to make him understand that I no longer wanted to talk to him.

"I'm sorry dude", he croaked spontaneously, his legitimately sincere apology catching me off guard.

"What?".

"I'm sorry for today... I know what it's like to have people hate you for something that shouldn't matter to anyone except yourself".

"Yeah yeah whatever", I replied with a false stagnant note of disinterest in my voice.

"You don't need to believe me, but I know what it feels like nevertheless. I mean, being Jewish isn't the most popular thing to be". I nodded slightly, as I couldn't disagree with him. Jewish people have gone through a whole load of shit in the past, and I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel sorry for them sometimes. He smiled slightly at my understanding.

"So yeah. Sorry dude", he repeated. I hadn't really forgiven him or anyone for the beating I received earlier, but I guess it's better to forgive and not forget, compared to just holding grudges forever.

"It's okay Kyle", I replied half-heartedly, not entirely sure whether I believed my own apology, whether he had believed me, remained a total mystery.

"I'll see you in class tomorrow dude", he pronounced in a lighter tone as he turned and walked towards Stan who had continually been growing impatient.

"Uh. Yeah. Sure. Bye", I mumbled back before shutting the door. I rubbed my forehead tiredly before turning to walk back into the living room, but something in the corner of eye caught my attention. As I could've guessed, my mom was creepily peering her head from around the top of the stairs.

"Those two seem nice", she remarked with a toothy grin.

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Third Chapter Done! Okay guys, I don't really want to droan on about the OC for the entire story so I think I might start doing some chapters from different characters points of view. Is that a smart move? Is that something you guys would like and be interested in, or do you guys like the story having only one point of view? I've just been using an OC to present an unbiased point of view that would adapt with the story, but I could probably start implementing other characters opinions and points of views into the story aswell.

Disclaimer; As you can guess. South Park isn't owned by me!