After that training, things speeded up. Apart from my good relationship with the boys, I was still an outsider, and I spent my rest of time with my classmates. I (fortunately) wasn't involved many crazy stuffs what they had done during the spring break, such as being in Canada, stopping another World War, fighting against the ManBearPig (wtf is this). We also survived the coronavirus, a virus that killed millions of people, but hopefully didn't last for long.
The strangest thing that happened through the year, that Stan's father opened his well-known Tegridy Farm. Randy Marsh – known as Randy – had planted weed on his farm and made a badass business with it for 2 years. In those 2 years, he benefitted greatly from that and earned such a huge amount of money. That's another matter, that he almost lost all of that money. He was punished a few years later because of processing his weed business. The actual president, Biden decided this way. Hopefully, enough money reminded to move back to the town and live like normal people. But don't pass the time so fast. Let me tell the story about how the Tegridy Farm got to its end.
On the first day after the Christmas holiday, kids whispered that the Tegridy Farm had burnt down. The 6th graders – Kyle and his class – certainly already knew the whole story. While we were waiting in the cafeteria, I asked Stan, what happened with his dad's farm. He was a bit surprised, as I didn't know, what had happened, but when we already got our meal, he told the whole story as detailed as he could I guess.
"It was after New Years' Eve, 2nd of January. My father acted really annoying, as he got high on the profit of the brand-new New Years' Special. He said thinks like "I was right, AGAIN" and "I don't know, who said, it is a bad idea". Mom was pissed off on him and she was cooking something in the kitchen; Shelly was listening to music in her bedroom to ignore dad's stupid weed stuff. To be honest, we all were pissed off on his business. I knew we had to stop the process of Tegridy Farm. Even it is must. I had already been wondering about how to do it, but I reached the conclusion, that I couldn't do it on my own. I knew no one can help me, but Shelly. I had mixed feelings, when this idea sprang to my mind, but negative emotions – that would predict bad results – disappeared immediately. As it was known, Shelly hated dad's weed business (maybe more than me). Well, I asked her to help and she dropped her Airpods away, that what I was talking about. I said, we would set fire to the Farm. She asked, it meant that we would move back to the town. I nod and she got out from her bed unhesitatingly.
Then we got round to collect the necessary things to the life-changing action. We went straight to True-Value Hardware, where we found enough gasoline and pocket lighter. While Shelly was collecting the correct amount of gasoline, I tried to pick the best lighter. For my biggest surprise, I came over with Wendy. I wasn't sure about what she was doing there. I would like to tell her something, but nothing I could come up with. Our last split up happened during the trolling, when Kyle's dad invaded to the Internet and made almost a world-wide catastrophe. Well since that, I had tried to make up with her and when I had reached that she would tend to listen me, Butters ruined the moment. Since then, we didn't really interact with each other. Well, she was standing in True-Value within few meters from me, and I had no idea what to say, so I tried to ignore her. But a few moments later I got into her eye-sight, and she asked about me, why I was there. I could ask it from her too... Why not, I told her I had planned to burn down the Tegridy Farm. Her reaction took me by surprise as she asked me to join. At first, I refused because it was my story, my life, my fate. After a longer discussion she persuaded me, so I reluctantly agreed to her request and she accompanied with us. She helped me to choose the appropriate lighter and, in her excitement, Shelly paid the whole equipment (about 30 dollars).
We had everything to make the world a better place. The last key step was the timing. We must be sure, that my family wouldn't get hurt, but the Tegridy would be destroyed and never come back. We owned the last rich field in the town, where weed could be grown. Buying a new farm is much cheaper than moving back to an existing house. We were thinking along this fact. We want our earlier life back. Everything was better then; I don't need to explain it... My room was used as a base. Shelly, Wendy and me planned the destruction of the future-spoiler place there.
"- Hear me kiddos – said excitedly Shelly – I sort out the oil, leave that to me. When I will give the signal, just burn the whole damn place down to ashes."
"- But your dad is preparing his brand-new special, how can you remain invisible? - asked anxiously Wendy."
Before Shelly could answer any bullying, I replied:
"- She can find a way to do it. The end justifies the mean."
Shelly wondered a bit more, and she left the room, as we discussed every important issues. Then I turned to Wendy.
"- Trust her. She knows, what she does. Shelly wants more this place being burnt down as we."
"- Okay, Stan. I try to not get nervous."
"- I know, it's a big step in our life, but everything must work. Shelly is mature enough to decide which is the best way."
So, I convinced her. So we started packing every important thing, we wanted to save from the fire. We packed for parents, for Shelly and for me. Meanwhile Shelly was about to get everything under oil. It was far too easy, because our dad was working on his brand-new special. I don't remember, what that was named, but who cares? The matter, that he and Towelie were too high to recognize her daughter, while she was getting those weeds oiled. It took about 3 or 4 hours, and when Shelly finished, it was late afternoon. Mom hasn't arrived at home from work. Then Shelly brought Dad and Towelie out from barn – wasn't difficult, because he thought Shelly is a pinky princess. When they were in safe, Shelly texted me on Instagram.
I saw Wendy is a bit unsure.
"- Hey, Wendy. Here is the time. Come on!"
"- Are you sure, this is the best way to put an end to it?"
"- I see no other way. But we have to hurry, if we really want to put an end to this."
Wendy seemed to gain some confidence, and looked into my eyes:
"Okay. Let's go!"
We brought all the packages to a safety place and went down to the garden, and set fire to the main oil line. That meandered, and when everything was burning, that made a perfect, picturesque landscape. Wendy and me went to next to my family. Shelly, Daddy, Towelie, Wendy and me. Watching how the whole farm burnt down to ashes. Meanwhile Mom also arrived at home with her car, and started shouting at Dad.
"Randy, what... what's going on here? Our house is under fire! Have you already called the emergency services?!"
"- What a beautiful campfire. Do you also see it, Sharon?" - said my dad calmly.
My mom was very nervous and made plenty of calls, while my dad was just sitting in the lawn and watched the scenery. Shelly was running up and down as delighted she was. I also felt fascinated. I turned to Wendy. She also seemed satisfied.
"- We did it. - I told her and put my hands into my pockets - Thanks for your help"
"- Yes! It's an amazing feeling, that we achieved something together again for a long time"
"- I can't remember the last time, what we actually did. Maybe we have never done anything." - I looked at the horizon.
She turned to me:
"- We have a lot things to do. We can't let the chances of past goes away and leave nothing for the future!"
I looked at her and she smiled at me.
I also turned to her and we hugged each other:
"Thanks Wendy! Thank you for another given chance"
We released each other, watched at the other's eyes and hold our hands. We turned back and watched the burning farm."
"Holy shit, dude, it's getting too much romantic" - Kyle interrupted Stan, while he was telling me the story.
"- I think somebody is making the same mistake, he does every year" said Cartman.
"- Shut up, Cartman! At least I have a nicer girlfriend, than you have. Wait, you don't have. Shame!"- laughed at him Stan.
"- Don't swear, buddies. Here is a young one." - tried to save me Kenny.
"- I wouldn't even need one, I'm fine this way." told us Cartman and by grabbing his plate he departed.
"Well, this is the story. Since that, I live in the town again!" - Stan explained.
"- Wow. I'm glad that you live among us again!" - I told him.
"- C'mon, Lads! The lunch break is over!" - warned us Kyle and we went back to our classrooms.