Welcome to Chapter 7! I don't have that much to say, so I don't own South Park (be thankful) & any resemblance that Betty Daniels has to any one, living or dead, is a freak accident & I apologize. Enjoy ^3^
The weekend had flown by and it was now Monday. Which means five more days of Mr. Garrison's horrible and pointless lessons. I sighed as I went through the front doors. I didn't need this. I needed sleep. At least that would benefit me in the future. I was too tired to make my usual rounds, so I just went to class and waited for the bell to ring. I put my head on my desk and got lost in thought. My mind wandered back to Saturday night, and what Mysterion told me. From that point to now I've been trying to figure out what it meant. I remember both Mysterion and that beast were rolling around in pain. I wonder if someone was trying to talk to him and the thing heard it too. Or maybe it was the other way around? But if that were true, wouldn't I have been able to hear it too? Why just those two? Why not me? Do they have some unknown connection? If so, what is it? What connection could they possibly have? Why didn't that beast thing die? How did it regenerate like that? AAAHG! What the frick is goin' on?
The school bell interrupted my train of thought, and all my classmates filed into the room. Kenny sat down in his desk next to me. "Hey, Bet!" he chirped. How in the world is he so daggum chipper? Without lifting my head, I gave him a lazy wave. "Henh." I mumbled. Kenny poked my arm. "What's with you?" he asked. "Tiiirrred-dah." I groaned. I could feel Kenny's eyes drilling into my head. "Oh? What for?" he teased. I smiled to myself. "I've got a riddle that I can't solve." I told him. Kenny laughed next to me. "A riddle? A riddle is keeping you up?" I rocked my head back and forth on the desk. The blue eyed boy leaned closer to me. "Well what is it? I'm actually pretty good with riddles, ya know." he bragged. I turned my head to face him. "Sorry, but I don't think you could solve this one." I told him. He cocked his eyebrow in doubt. "Oh yeah? Try me." he challenged. I shook my head. How do I explain it without giving anything away? "Well, you see—"
I was cut off by the sound of Mr. Garrison slamming the door behind him as he entered the room. Figures. "Okay, class, take your seats." he drawled. I wonder if he says that out of habit. Every time he does, we're already in them. Mr. Garrison picked up a piece of chalk and wrote the word 'MYTH' on the board. "Okay class, who can tell me what a myth is?" As usual, he was greeted by silence. So he answered himself. "Good, fake stories that pot heads made up to explain how things were made or what their hippie rules were." I stifled a giggle. Sometimes it's worth paying attention just to hear the answers he comes up with! "So this week, we're going to learn about creation myths." he continued. "Now who can name a myth about creation?" Silence. "Come on, now. Don't be shy. Anyone?" I actually knew of one, so I raised my hand to answer. "Yes, Betty?" No backing out now. "The Huron tribe has a creation myth called 'The Sky Tree', sir." I told him. Token Black raised his hand on the other side of the classroom. "That's right! They believed that the earth was formed on the back of a giant turtle!" he added. I beamed with pride. It was the first time I got to answer anything in class. "Very good, Betty!" Mr. Garrison said. "Evolution is a myth that only retards believe in!" Evidently, it would be my last. I heard some snickering and saw others casting confused glances at each other. I, however, flushed a brilliant red and pulled my parka hoodie tighter. Yeah, never again. "Today we're going to hear a myth from a lost civilization." Mr. Garrison continued. "Atlantis?" asked. "No." the old man sighed. "That's not even a real place." "Aztecs?" Clyde guessed. Mr. Garrison shot him a look. "No, Clyde, not the Aztecs!" he snapped. "M-Mayans?" Butters stammered. I grinned at him. I love Butters! He's so freaking CUTE! Mr. Garrison jabbed a finger at the blonde. "That's the same thing you fricking retard!" he yelled. "Now shut up so I can teach!" Butters shrank back in his seat and bumped his fist together. "W-I'm sorry, sir." he stuttered meekly. My heart sank for him. If only I had the nerve to tell off that old fart!
Mr. Garrison cleared his throat. "No one knows who made up this myth. That's the point. So quit guessing!" I sat up a little. Unknown myth? That sounds kinda familiar. "It's a creation story. It's about these two nameless fags who are magic or something like that." A light bulb went off in my head. I had learned this myth back in Philadelphia! It's about the Gods of Purity and Longevity! I cringed a little. Knowing Mr. Garrison, he's gonna screw it all up by putting it in his own twisted words. He began to kill the story.
"Apparently, these queers kept the peace of the entire world, or something. They lived in singing mountain, and humans would go to them and tell them to fix their problems, or something like that. The gayfers always said the same things so they never had any problems. But then, one of them turned into a PMSing cow and starts to say the exact opposite of every single thing the other queer said. They forced the people to go to war for them and disappeared and now human kind hates each other. The end." When Mr. Garrison finished speaking, I was shocked and appalled. "That's not what happened at all!" I yelped, causing a chorus of gasps and a sea of eyes to lock on to me. Mr. Garrison turned red in the face. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" he yelled. Oops. I meant to keep that in my head. I was very glad my parka covered my face just then. No one could see how embarrassed and nervous I was. But I kept going. "You're talking about the myth called 'Purity or Longevity,' right?" I asked. "That's not what happens at all! What really happens is—" Mr. Garrison stood in front of my desk, towering over me. "Oh! Look, class! It's the world's smartest freaking kid! Why don't you say something smart? Huh? Well, go on! Show us how smart you are!" He kept this up for a good fifteen minutes. The whole class was eating this up, laughing harder than ever. I felt tears of humiliation sting my eyes. I tried to keep them from spilling over. My shoulders were hunched and my head was down. "What's the matter? I thought you were the smartest kid in the world! Come on! Tell us the meaning of life! Teach us about the speed of light! Well? Talk! Speak, o prodigy!" He paused to give me a chance to respond. But I stayed silent, trying to ignore the taunts and jeers of the others. When I didn't say anything, Mr. Garrison kept going. "If you can't answer my questions, don't correct my lessons!" he scoffed, his next words biting. "Stupid smart aleck! Bet your parents are just dying to get rid of you!" My head snapped up to gape at him. That was my cracking point. I lost all control of my body, and watched as it ran out of the classroom, out of the school, and hid behind the stairs those Goth kids always hang out at. Lucky for me, they weren't there today.
I sat on the ground and brought my knees to my chest. My arms were wrapped around my legs. I let my head fall into them. I can't cry. I was shaking so bad. My tears begged me to let them escape, but I couldn't let them. I had to get over this! I have to! I can't keep breaking down every time I remember it! I haven't cried since the night before I moved here. I can't cave. Not now, not when I've gone this long. So stop. Stop! STOP! STOP IT! "Betty! Betty, look at me!" Someone had me by the shoulders. I lifted my head. My eyes met fierce ocean blue ones. Kenny. It was Kenny. And he looked worried. "You followed me?" I asked, like the idiot I am. He tightened his grip on me. "Of course I did!" he hissed. "And when I find you, you're curled up in a ball, screaming at yourself like you've gone insane!" My eyes widened. I said that out loud? I was screaming? My knees suddenly became very interesting to me, but Kenny wouldn't buy it. He gently tucked a gloved hand under my chin and made me look back up at him. His other hand was on the side of my face, or the side of my hood. "What happened?" he asked. I smirked at him. "You were sitting right next to me. You saw what happened. I lost my cool and ran outside." Kenny's eyes narrowed. "You took his crap for about fifteen minutes. You could have taken off any time you wanted to. I have a feeling you could've taken it all the way to recess." H removed his hand from my chin. "But when he said that last part," he stopped for a moment. "At that last part, you looked completely shattered." I felt my eyes watering again. Stupid tear ducts! My hands automatically reached up to swat them away, but I think Kenny took it as me trying to hide myself. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them closer to his chest. His thumb began to gently stroke the back of my left hand. "When you moved here," he murmured. "You said your means of being here could've been better." He squeezed my hands slightly. "You also promised to tell me one day."
I didn't like where this was going. I didn't want to talk about it. Not now. Especially not now! If I remember it, might start crying again. I can't do that. After doing so well for so long, I can't start now. I definitely can't cry in front of Kenny! I don't ever want him to see that side of me. But at the same time, I wanted him to. I wanted him to see my tears. I wanted to comfort me. I wanted him to hold me, to tell me that it'll be okay. But I was afraid of the part after that. Will I cry every day like before? Would he laugh at me and never let me live it down? Would I be so annoying to him, he'll avoid me?
"Betty." Kenny broke through my thoughts. I blinked at him. My eyes weren't as watery as before. They were almost dry actually. Kenny had gotten closer. Stray strands of the furs that framed our faces barely touched each other. "Please, Betty." he whispered, sending shivers up my spine. "What happened?" I hesitated. The only people who know about this are my aunt, my uncle, and the government. If I tell Kenny, I could endanger him. If anything ever happened to him, I'd never forgive myself. He could accidentally let it slip to one of the guys one day. They would go tell other people, and they'd tell their friends. Then the whole town would know and I'd have to move. But I trust Kenny. With all my heart. I know he would keep this on the DL. Besides, I did promise him that I would. I took a shuddery breath. "If I tell you,' I murmured. Great. My voice was shaky. "You have to swear . . . that you won't tell anybody." Kenny nodded. I frowned at him, furrowing my eyebrows. "I'm serious, Kenny! This is serious chizz that could endanger not only you, but the entire town of South Park!" Kenny flinched, and his eyes grew wide. I couldn't blame him. He probably didn't expect something so dark to come out of my mouth. Heck, I didn't expect something that dark to come out of my mouth! Kenny's look of surprise was soon replaced with an expression of intense determination. "I swear on my life and on our friendship that I won't say a single word to anyone!" At some point, my legs had dropped to the ground in the shape of a 'V'. Kenny had slunk into the gap and was closer than ever. Our noses were almost touching, he was so close. He cupped my head in his hands. I had no doubt in my mind that I was blushing like nuts. "You can trust me." he whispered.
I stared at his unwavering eyes. They always seem to calm me. I took a deep breath. "I should probably start this story off with my mother . . ."
Don't bother looking up Purity or Longevity. It's fake. Literally. I made it up for an assignment in English class. I'm sorry if any of Mr. Garrison's language offended anybody. And if this takes a while to get uploaded, it's 'cause my computer's being stupid again. Sorry. Feel free to review, and thank you for your support! ^3^
