Hi everyone, this is literally my shortest chapter yet, and I apologise profoundly, but that's just the way it is. I don't really feel like posting 2 chapters today to make up for the shortness of this one, so once again, I'm sorry, and although it's short, I hope you can still enjoy it. I tried to make the font bigger, but I couldn't figure out how to make it work, so yeah. Ok, I'm just gonna say some random shit that's on my mind, so skip ahead to the actual story if you want. My favourite YouTubers - Laurenzside - had her baby and I'm really fucking happy for her and Bobby, her husband. In the first half of my soccer game today, I felt so sick I nearly threw up, and in the second half when I got taken off, my friend and I started sobbing uncontrollably because of the shear tiredness and heat sickness we were feeling. Well, don't forget to Read and Review. God, these intros get longer each week, lol.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any off it's characters.
I'm walking through the back alleys of our little mountain town after a night of celebration with Kyle, Stan, Wendy and most of the class. The celebration being in honour of Cartman - the fat fuck - finally getting what he deserves. I think he's in hospital now, and if he isn't, I hope that he will be soon.
As I'm walking half-drunk through the streets, a guy in a black beanie covering his face pins me up against a wall and holds a gun to my head.
"Give me your wallet kid, or I'll put a bullet through your brain" he says aggressively.
After he releases me, I get out my wallet and hand it to him. As he's rummaging through its contents, I try to sneak away.
He notices that I'm poor as shit, and don't have any money, so he then grabs me by the hood of my parka and says "Hey, you don't got no money"
"Yeah, no shit sherlock" I slur drunkenly.
"Well then you're gonna help me rob the bank tonight!" he angrily responds.
"Fuck no you aint" I say as I turn round and kick him in the groin, momentarily stunning him.
As he cries out in pain, I grab the gun from his hand, and luckily for me; it's loaded. I shoot him in the head and drag his body into the darkest corner of the alley. I grab his wallet, as well as my own, and search it for money. He has about seventy bucks in there, so I grab that and stuff it into my jeans so Dad won't find it in my wallet and spend it on beer instead of food. I walk away brushing blood and dust off my hands and onto my jeans, and head home for the night.
Well, you finished the short chapter, good for you. I'm pretty sure my next one will basically be the same length, but maybe a bit longer, IDK. Anyways, thanks for reading!