Hello ya! Hey, I just wanted to tell you guys that I hope I'm not rushing this story. If you think I am, then please tell me! I'm trying the best I can on this. Anyways, on with chapter 7!
Chapter 7: Kyle Rejoins
The next day at South Park Elementary, Kyle, as usual, found Stan and Kenny talking n the hallway. He walked up to them in his normal way, and stood there, waiting for the two friends to stop their conversation.
Stan stopped when he saw his best friend standing there. "Hey dude."
"Hi," Kyle replied.
"How was the club?"
The Jew sighed as he walked over to his locker. "I don't know."
"Was it bad? Fun? Boring? What did you do?" Kenny asked.
"We just played a game." Kyle began to get his stuff ready for class. "A Jewish game." He slammed his locker shut, and turned to the two. "I don't get it. My mom has never told me about that game before. It's like she expects me to know it once we start this club."
"Well maybe she thought it was finally time to tell you, once you started the Jewish club," Stan suggested.
Kyle sighed. "I don't know. I told her loud and clear that I didn't want to do this. But she didn't care. Neither did dad. It's like they don't care what I want or think. It's like their punishing me."
"Maybe," Kenny agreed.
"But seriously dude," Stan went on, "Everybody always makes fun of you for being Jewish. Even I do sometimes. Maybe this is good for you. Ya know, it's like a time where you can express your religion."
"But I don't wanna express my religion," Kyle finally said as the bell rang.
"Come on. We're gonna be late for class." And they all walked to the classroom.
During class, Kyle didn't pay one bit attention to the school work. He didn't even take notes. His mind wandered on Stan's words. "It's like a time where you can express your religion." He didn't really know what to think, though. Religion wasn't an issue in life. He had a great life. Why is it a big deal? Why should I want to express it? Sure, people rip on me. So what? It's not the end of the world! Kyle looked over at Stan. Even though Cartman makes fun of me, Stan is always there for me. Right? He thought for a moment if those words were true. But, even though he was there for me, he always agreed with Cartman. He always let me do whatever non-Jewish thing with him and the others, but he still agreed with Cartman that I wouldn't understand. So which side is he on?! Do I really have a true friend to be there for me? Of course I do!
But then Kyle thought again. They hardly ever support my religion. They only care about their religion, not mine. And they act like they don't know anything about Jewish religion. And...Kyle's eyes widened. Maybe I don't know a lot about my religion. Kyle grew curious, and very concerned. He didn't know the game they played, and he obviously was lost in the club. He acted like he didn't belong. It's like he didn't belong in his own religion! Ahh! Now his mind was really twisted. Was Stan right? Should this club be good for him? He then thought that maybe if he went to the club more, he would learn more. And maybe he would feel better about his religion. Maybe he would learn all kinds of cool stuff about his people, that maybe he wouldn't feel so sad or left out on Easter or Christmas. Kyle sighed. He had to give it a try.
Friday at 4:25 pm
Stan and Kyle both walked to the front of the Broflovski's house. "Are you gonna be ok today?" Stan asked.
"I think so. Maybe I will actually learn more."
"I hope you learn more, too, man."
"I wish you could come in, so you could learn with me."
"Yeah, I mean, you're Jewish religion isn't that bad ya know."
"I know."
"But I'm not aloud."
"Yeah, it's for Jewish people only. My mom sucks."
Stan chuckled. "I hope you have fun."
"Thanks."
Stan started walking away. "I'll see ya later!"
"Bye." Kyle took a deep breath, and opened the door.
When the time finally game, again, people were being loud, especially Sarah. Again, Kyle wasn't doing anything, but sitting.
"You ok, Kyle?" Sarah curiously asked.
Kyle grinned as he looked at her. "Yeah."
"Alright everyone!" Sheila happily exclaimed. "I'm glad you're all happy today. Now lets pray Upon Waking before we get started.
And they started. This time, Kyle new exactly what to say, because he was aware. "Modeh ani lifanekha melekh hai v'kayam shehehezarta bi nishmahti b'hemla, raba emunatekha."
"Great. Now today, we're gonna have lots of fun. We'll be eating our traditional foods, and read a story and just be your Jewish selves. In a couple weeks, we'll be having a party! And remember, in three weeks from now, we'll be celebrating Luke's 13th birthday!"
Kyle curiously looked at Luke. Luke was turning 13, but he remembered his mom saying a special name for his birthday. What was it called? And more importantly, what did it mean?
"Ok, who wants to help me get the food?"
"I do, I do!" Sarah happily shouted.
"Ok Sarah, come on."
She happily ran into the kitchen with Sheila.
Kyle looked back at Luke again, who was silently sitting. He got up, and walked over to the 12 year old. "Hey Luke?"
Luke turned to the nine year old curiously. "What is it?"
"Well, I just have a question."
"Sure anything. Sit down."
He sat down. "Well, what was that thing that my mom called for your birthday."
"A Bar Mitzfa?"
"Oh..."
"You didn't know, man?"
"Well I...I've never heard of it."
"Never? Aren't you Jewish?"
Kyle was shocked, because he knew he was already asked that by Sarah. "Of course I'm Jewish!"
"Well you certainly don't act like it."
"Well, I'm not Jewish on purpose!"
"I don't understand, dude."
Kyle sighed. "What is a Bar Mitzfa?"
"Well, it's a celebration for all Jews. Once a boy turns 13, it means that they are leaving childhood and into adulthood."
"Isn't that puberty?"
"N...no dude."
"Oh."
"Anyways, boys become an adult at age 13, and girls become an adult at age 12."
"Why girls earlier?"
"I don't know, dude. But once you turn 13, you are now mature, and are ready to make right decisions instead of your parents doing it for you. It's like you're a man already."
"Really? So young?"
"Yep."
"So I'll become a man in 4 years?!"
"That's right."
"Woww." Kyle couldn't believe it! He never knew that was true. Why haven't his mom tell him that? Why? It was something that he could be looking forward, too!
"Does that answer your question?"
"Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah, it does! Thanks."
"Your welcome."
"Alright!" Sheila started as she and Sarah came in with the food. She gave everyone their treats.
Kyle was pretty knowledgeable about Jewish foods. Even though he didn't care what he ate, he still knew what tradition foods Jews ate, just like he was a Jew. He ate the food with the other Jews, as they listened to Sheila read them a traditional Jewish story, about how Judaism started.
When the club was over for the day, everybody said their goodbyes. "Good bye, Kyle!" Sarah called.
"Bye, Sarah," he replied as he waved to the seven year old.
"How was your third day of Jewish club, Bubby?" Sheila asked her son.
Kyle turned to her. "It was ok. But mom..."
"Yes?"
Kyle sighed. "Nothing, nothing. I'm just tired. I'm going to bed." He walked off.
"Ok Kyle, good night."
As Kyle lay in bed, his thoughts wandered with questions. Why is everything so new to me? Why didn't mom tell me about the game or the Bar Mitzfa? She should have! That's what families do! They tell you stuff! He didn't understand. As exciting as the cool stuff he learned, he still felt the same as he did before. Left out and lonely.
