Heyyyy, im bac! Sry again 4 da long time between updates, ive just been totally hooked on watching survivor. DAMN U SURVIVOR!!!! DAMN U 4 BEING SO ADDICTING!!!!!!

Anyway, i wuz feelin very cheerful 2day, so i thought, y not post dis chappie?

Warning: This may b da last chappie b4 i make a '10 yrs later...' , a '20 years later...', and a deleted scenes special chappie!!!!

Well, on w/ da dramatic ending! (mayb)


Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

Comin' out your mouth with ya blahblahblah.

Zip ya lip like a padlock (yeah).

And meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox!


Mary's P.O.V.

I got home after the 'musical' (shudders), and was, once again, showered with praise about how wonderful I did in the play. Not that I was complaining ( I did kick some major- ass on that stage).

And, once again, I was super- tired. I got in my pajamas tiredly and was about to go to bed when I got a text from Lucky.

The bonfire's tomorrow.

tHeY'rE mAgIcAlLy DeLiCiOuS

Oh, right, the bonfire! Good thing it wasn't tonight, or else there would be no way that I was going. I didn't bother texting back, or asking if we were going to even ever

have this bonfire, because Lucky kept changing the date on me.

I layed down and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.


Mary's P.O.V. (still)

It was monday night. 6:00. I was sitting on the couch, waiting for Kyle to pick me up. I had my laptop on my lap and Vivi's scarf in my pocket. I was not going to forget it this time. And I was biting my lip. Yup, I was nervous. I mean, this was the first party that I was going to with these people. Of course I was nervous.

And what else was I doing? Do you even need to ask? Yup, watching Survivor! I didn't start watching a season that I hadn't seen yet, though. Instead I watched the dumbest moment in Survivor history. True Survivor fans already know what I'm talking about.

"I'd like to give individual immunity to Natalie." Erik's voice floated from the computer.

I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing.

"Erik, you dumbass!" I said, still laughing. "Natalie was totally safe! The girl's were in an alliance! The only way she was going home was if you didn't give her

immunity!"

I shook my head as Erik got his torch snuffed. I can't explain it, but I felt better. I guess seeing Erik acting retarded somehow made me feel smarter.

Ding- dong! The doorbell rang.

"Mum, door!" I yelled. I kept watching Survivor until I felt someone sit down next to me.

"Watcha' watchin'?" Kyle asked.

I practically jumped. Hey, I get surprised really easily.

Kyle laughed and raised an eyebrow at me. "Survivor?"

I looked down and blushed. "Yeah."

He looked down at me and grinned. "I love that show."

My mouth dropped open. "You watch it?" God, this guy was my soulmate.

Kyle nodded. "Totally. Tom's an ass, isn't he?"


Mary's P.O.V. (Yes, again)

Kyle and I arrived right on time.

"Hey guys!" Lucky said, walking over to us, clearly drunk.

"Hey, Lucky." I said, waving.

"Have a seat." She said, gesturig grandly at the folding chairs around us. I stifled a laugh. People act so funny when they're drunk.

Kyle sat down, me on his lap. I looked around and saw all the couples together. Lucky and Clyde, Sarah and Damien, Reese and Stan, Tweek and Vivi, and Johnny

and the other Sarah (yay! They're finally a couple!).

Lucky came around handing out pixie sticks. She gave me a purple one and I wrinkled my nose.

"Ew, no thanks. I hate grape." I said. Long story. When I was young, my mom used to give me this terrible cough medicine. It was grape flavor, and I swear, it is the

worst thing I've ever had in my entire life.

Lucky giggled. "They're not for eating, silly."

Ok, I was confused (that's been happening to me alot lately, hasn't it?).

"Ok, everyone. Please turn your attention to the pond!" Lucky said. I turned around, and there were about 4 or 5 of those bonfire- stilt- thingies all set up in the water,

and they were all lit!

Whoah. How'd I miss that?

"Ok, me and Kenny tried this once, and it was awesome! What you have to do is open the pixie stick and throw the sugar at the fire!" Lucky yelled.

Wait. What?

"Ok, ready? On three. One. Two. Three!" Lucky yelled, and we all threw our pixie dust into the bonfires.

Whoah! It was amazing! The flames shot up (almost like fireworks) and changed colors. First blue, then pink and purple and green.

If any moment could top the night at the pond with Kyle, this would be it.

And, with any perfect moment, there was always something to ruin it.

"Shut up, bitch!" Cartman yelled in Sarah Bennett's face.

"Why don't you shut up, bastard!" She yelled back.

"You can't talk to me like that!"

"Oh, why can't I?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Make me!" Sarah yelled, glaring at him.

"I swear to god, Sarah, I'll-"

"You'll do what?" Sarah asked, smirking. Then, out of nowhere, he slapped her. Right across the face. There were gasps of shock. Cartman just stood there, smirking.

Sarah rubbed her red cheek, and I could tell that she was trying not to cry. I genuinely felt bad for her. As the youngest of our group, she kept having to try to prove

herself to us, much like I kept having to prove myself as the newest.

"Hey! You can't do that to her!" Johnny said, coming forward.

"Oh, I don't think you can tell me what I can and can't do, Colonel Sanders." Cartman said, snickering.

Johnny glared back at him, about to retort, until he saw Sarah. She was on the ground, not moving. Oh. My. God. When she knelt to the ground after Cartman had hit

her, we had all thought that it was just from the surprise of the blow, but now I realized she was unconcious. Johnny turned her over, and her cheek was bleeding badly.

"Oh my god! Quick! Somebody call an ambulance!" Johnny cried, kneeling next to her. I could see tears rolling down his face.

I heard the dialing sounds of phones and voices talking hurriedly. But all I could do was just stand there. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek. I'd always been sensitive, and whenever I saw someone else crying, I started crying, too.

And then as if to make matters worse.....

"Hey, Cartman!" Kyle yelled. Cartman turned around and Kyle punched him square in the jaw. My jaw droppped. And so did Cartman's injured one.

"You son of a bitch!" Cartman yelled at him. He tried to punch him in the face. Kyle ducked.

No, Kyle, no. I thought, more tears coming (I swear I'll never be able to cry again because I'm getting all of the tears I have out tonight). No, don't do this.

Kyle punched Cartman again, this time giving him a black eye.

I saw Cartman's nostrils flaring, and his hands clenching into fists. I was so worried about Kyle. Cartman was about half a foot taller than him, and was about 5 times as

big as him, and some of that fat was pure muscle.

It was, in all true irony, like David and Golliath.

I wanted to scream, run, and go beat up Cartman myself.

But I couldn't.

All I could do is stand there. And cry.


Kyle's P.O.V. (I know, finally, right?)

I couldn't believe I was actually winning. I was beating up the fatass! Finally, after all this teasing all these years, I was finally getting back at him.

I smirked and looked to the side out of the corner of my eye.

And saw Mary.

Oh. My. God. She was crying. She has always been sensitive. Then again, I always had been, too. And seeing her cry made me want to cry.

Stop it, Mary. I thought. Stop crying. Tears were welling up in my eyes. Poor Mary. She looks like she's in so much pain. She doesn't-

Bam!


Stop ta-ta-ta-talkin' that Blah, Blah, Blah,

Think you'll be gettin' this Nah, Nah, Nah.

Not in the back of my Car, Car, Car.

If you keep talkin' that Blah-Blah-Blah-Blah-Blahhh.


Yay! Long chappie! Thought I'd end with a cliffhanger ther! I hope dis chapter was worth da long wait, Not only wuz i caught up in Survivor, but I hav dis HUGE social studies project due. We hav 2 make a pop- up book. Trust me, its not fun. Its a LOT of work.

ADDITIONAL ANOUNCEMENT! I am reading a new book called Sold. It is REALLY GOOD. SERIOUSLY. READ IT. It won a Newberry honor award! But obviously don't read it if u dont like 2 read, obviously. Or if u like books filled with action. Or if ur a guy.

Yes, its 1 of those books. Its still pretty good. Its about dis girl in a small village who has 2 travel 2 a city 2 help her family pay da bills and she gets sold

into prostitution. So, if ur a pervy guy, then read it.

No, im kiddin. Its not like a porno book. It has some bad stuff, but it is written realy well. Think about it. Would a porno book hav won the Newberry medal??? So..... READ IT! Its Sold BY pRATICIA mcCormick. Ik, like Kenny, rite? Hey, i should hav like a book club or something. U kno, like Oprah?

Anyway, im rambling, so i shall leav! O wait i forgot the song is Blah Blah Blah by Ke$ha. O, and dis wasnt da end of da story. Peace!

-CC