Ok, let me first start off saying... I'm sooooooo super sorry for the long waited update! Everything has been so stressful altely with school and drama. Thank you for reading by teh way and I'll try and update more. I mean I have the whole story finished, I'm just incredibly lazy and busy with school. So I'll try and update more to keep you all happy. :D So now, please enjoy, one of the most intense chapters...

As I walked home that day I reflected on everything. I was basically alone. I had lost Craig and all my girl friends. The only people left were the people who adored me, and Kenny. I sighed as a raindrop hit my nose. Great.

By the time I got home, my new green jacket was ruined and my hair was frizzy. I threw my backpack full force at the basement door. It made a loud noise as it impacted the blue entrance. I trudged up the stairs and threw myself on my bed as I always did. Monday's done, three days until happiness. You can do it. I told myself. My mind rejected the idea. I felt like I would die at any minute.

I didn't die though. I lived through Monday night. It was quiet, since no one felt like calling me. I had almost broken down when Red Racer appeared on my television. I quickly shut it and decided to do my homework. Ten minutes later I forced myself to sleep, hoping Tuesday would be better.

I was very wrong about that though. Tuesday wasn't better at all. Cartman had decided it was time to get his revenge, on me specifically. I walked into school horrified to see a giant picture of me strangling Anne. I turned around quickly to find myself facing another picture of me. This one was of me from when Paris Hilton was in town. I was dressed like a tramp. Millie was standing next to me; we had two boys pushed into lockers, and were about to kiss them against their wills. I covered my eyes quickly. However, when I opened them I found the worst thing of all.

As if it wasn't bad enough making me look like a slut and a bitch fighter, Cartman had decided to make me look like a downright horrible human being. Staring back at me was a TV which was playing a video from Kevin's party.

"Two minutes in the closet?" Craig asked looking angry.

"Why are you so mad all of a sudden? You got all upset when I said we couldn't go to the movies, you were pissed off when I said I was going to the party with Kenny, and you even talked down about him, what gives?" I asked pissed off. He looked a little stunned.

"I just don't-"

"Want me to get hurt I know!" I yelled. "Look, I know you care but I can figure things out for myself. You're a great friend Craig, but I think I can handle my life." I left the view of the camera. Craig stood there alone until he finally pulled up a chair in the kitchen and put his face in his hands.

I wanted to run out of the school crying. I didn't know what to do. I felt someone punch me hard in the back as I turned to see Clyde. "Bitch," he said obviously noting the video playing.

It was just a little fight, Cartman just made it look worse! I wanted to shout out. Clyde rounded the corner before I could say anything. I felt my face grow red as I heard my name. Every one was talking about me again, but it wasn't how I wanted it. I felt a hand touch my shoulder as I spun around to see Kenny. He gave me a look I couldn't read. My eyes started tearing as he pulled me into a small hug. "Don't worry," he said before releasing me and walking to class. I stood alone in the hallway as the video played over and over, making my ears want to bleed. Suddenly someone kicked me in the back of the knees.

I toppled over to look up at Cartman, who had lost the neck brace, band aides, and cane. He spat at me and walked out of view. I grabbed my knees and stared to cry as the bell rang. I didn't move. I couldn't move.

"...I think I can handle my life"

God was I wrong.