I never knew that this story would become so popular! Big thank you to everyone that took the time to review! This, in my opinion is the worst chapter of the lot. It's a filler chapter so it had to be included. Also just a warning to anyone who dosen't like strong language out there. This chapter contain's the use of the 'C' word. You have been warned. Now onto the bad news. I put it on my home page a couple of day's ago, my Aunt has convinced me to go running for charity so most of my spare time will be taking up by training for that. It has also come to my attention that I have ran out of ideas for this story. I won't be dis-continuing it. It's just a little writer's block, but if anyone has any idea's, please don't be afraid to share them with me! You will get credit for any ideas I use. Now I'm off to watch Teen Titan's, enjoy Chapter 4!

Stan was at his wits end. He had thought that after he spoke to Kyle on the phone, Wendy would have moved on by now, but she hadn't. Instead Wendy had taken to stalking Stan's every move. When he woke up, she was there, when he went to school, she followed him, Stan had just decided to ignore it all until Wendy tried to follow him into the boy's bathroom.

"You can't come in here! This is the boy's bathroom!"

"Never stopped you before, when you wanted to get it in during lunch"

"Very funny Wendy. Just go wait outside in the hall"

When Stan turned around, Craig and Jimmy were looking at him, each boy wearing a puzzled look on his face. Stan ignored them and went about his business. Craig and Jimmy both looked at each other, as if urging the other boy to ask the question. Finally, Jimmy gave in, because he knew what a stubborn prick Craig could be.

"Uh Stan? W- w-who were you talking t-to?"

"What? Uh that? Um that was nothing"

"Are you o-o-o are you okay Stan?"

"Yeah Jimmy I'm fine"

As Craig and Jimmy were leaving the bathroom, Craig muttered "nutjob" loud enough for Stan to hear. Stan sighed to himself, if Wendy kept following him, surely the whole school would think he had gone crazy. Well being crazy wasn't as bad as the rumour's that were making their way around the school now. Stan washed his hands, and left the bathroom. Wendy was no where to be seen. Stan smiled, a bit of peace for once, let Wendy torment someone else for a change. He was halfway down the deserted corridor when he stopped in mid step. It was true that Wendy could be tormenting anyone that attended South Park High School, but she was probably tormenting one person in particular.

Wendy was pissed off. Like seriously pissed off. As she was waiting for Stan outside the boy's bathroom, a certain Fatass passed her and walked right into Mr Mackey's office. Eric Cartman never walked into Mr. Mackey's office out of his own free will. Wendy frowned, what was he up to? She quickly phased through the wall and snarled as she heard what Cartman was saying.

"So you see Mr. Mackey, Wendy and I were really close friend's, and if she was here now she would be all like ' Oh Mr. Mackey, give Eric my Chemistry note's because we were the best of friend's'"

Mr. Mackey frowned at Cartman, who was trying his best to look both sad and innocent.

"Um Eric? If you were so close to Wendy, why weren't you at her funeral?"

"I was sick Mr. Mackey. I was sick with grief. I couldn't get out of bed that morning even though I really wanted to make the funeral. Ask my Mom!"

"Well it just so happen's that I have a letter from Wendy here dating back to when you two were in the fourth grade. Hang on and I'll it"

Mr. Mackey started rummaging through his cabnet, while Cartman swore to himself. Even in death, Wendy was being a bitch. Wendy smirked to herself as Mr. Mackey came back with the piece of paper he had been searching for. She recognised her own childish writing from years ago.

"I Wendy Testaburger, give permission to have all my school project's and paper's burned, in the highly unlikely event of my death. They are not to be given under any circumstance's to one Eric Cartman, because I think he is a fat piece of shit"

"So. . . does this mean that you're not giving me the Chemstry notes?"

"I'm afraid I cant Eric. We need to respect Wendy's wishes right now"

"But whhhhhhy? She's dead! She won't even know!"

Wendy left the office after that. Was Cartman really so evil that he would use her death to his advantage? Wait of course he was, Cartman was really an evil Cunt. She turned down another corridor. This one was mostly empty, apart from Kenny who was getting his book's from his locker. Wendy passed him on, as if he wasn't there. It wasn't like he could have a conversation with her anyway.

"Hey Wendy"

Wendy stopped in her tracks. She turned around slowly to see Kenny looking straight at her.

"You can see me?" She asked with a shakey voice.

"Yeah, and I have to say Wendy, for a dead person, you're looking really well"

"How can you see me?" Wendy demanded to know. She was used to Kenny chatting up every single girl he came across.

"You're forgetting that I die about five times a week. I kinda see thing's that other people can't see"

"Like dead people?"

"Yeah"

"And you're not freaked out?"

"Wendy, the dead can't hurt you. If anything, we should start to fear the living. Come on walk me to my next class"

Wendy and Kenny left the corridor together. Wendy was slightly happier, now that another person could see her, even if it wasn't one of her friend's. Wait till Stan found out! She laughed to herself.

Meanwhile Stan hhad just rammed his body into the libary door, looking for Kyle. The cranky libarian 'ssssshhhed' him, as he made his way over to Kyle, who was working on a project.

"Dude? What the fuck?" Kyle whispered to his Super Best Friend.

"Has anything strange been happening to you since you got here?" Stan asked in his normal tone of voice.

"Stan would you keep your voice down! I can't get kicked out of the libary right now!"

"I'll take that as a no then"

"What's going on Stan?"

"Nothing. . . nothing is going on" Stan was a bit distracted. Everwhere he looked, there were people pointing and laughing at him. Kyle hadn't noticed it though, as he continued on with his work.

"If your done here Stan, can you go please? Your trying my last nerve"

"Um okay. See you at lunch then?"

"Yeah sure"

Stan walked towards the libary door, right passed Token and Timmy's table.

"Timmmmmy!"

"Yeah Timmy, that's the weirdo. I heard he's been seen talking to himself aewel" Stan stopped and threw a look at the two boy's but continued on his way out the door. If he didn't set thing's straght now, then this was going to be a very difficult year for Stan and Kyle.