(A/N: Sorry if this chapter took me a while. I had it ready, but was kinda lazy on typing it out, even if it is kinda short. Anyway, I've decided on a title and I'm sorry if one of your fics has a similar title because it's a little familar, but oh well. Sorry, anyway. Also, I've decided to write this chapter in the way that someone's journal would be written, except this isn't a journal. It's what Kyle is thinking throughout this school year. Enjoy!)
I hate Friday the 13th. Why? Well, first of all it's bad luck, which I suppose isn't all that different from any other day of my life. And, secondly, this Friday the 13th is Get Acquainted Day.
Get Acquainted Day is a pointless day of activites, such as a 6km race, tug-of-war, and so on.
Obviously, since Cartman is in my homeroom class, and he has to weigh at least a billion pounds or so, we won the tug-of-war challenge by a long shot. But, the 6km race went a little differently.
After the thirty minutes of running, sweating, and getting cramps, I crossed the finishline and getting 50th place, which I guess isn't so bad considering that there were at least 100 guys running, and, well, it's me we're talking about here so I guess I should be proud that I beat like 50 people, even if another 50 people beat me. Whatever.
Anyway, once I crossed the finishline, out of breath and exhausted, the first thing I saw was Stan and Kenny giving eachother a high five, and Anna lying on the ground in the shade, totally winded, pouring cool water all over herself. Of course she was surrounded by a huge group of friends. Typical. Ariana was skipping school, which I should have done, and I couldn't see Cartman around anywhere. Ha! He probably collapsed a meter into the race. Also, Becca wasn't anywhere to be found.
God, I miss her. I'm such a loner. Why would anyone want to be with me anyway? These were all thoughts that were running through my mind.
"Hey Kyle," Becca said in her usual perky voice, as she came up behind me.
"Oh, h-hey, Becca," I managed to say. That's another thing I hate about myself. I can't talk to girls without sounding like Butters. I could feel my heart falling into my stomach, as it beated violently.
After that I was actually able to start up a conversation about the race. Whoa! Score! God, I'm gonna be a virgin forever.
So, anyway, Stan made the team. Kenny made the team. Anna made the team. Goddammit! There are so many jocks in my school! I don't think those three know how lucky they are. I know that Stan and Kenny only want to look good and macho by being on the team and Anna just wants that extra picture in the yearbook. I have the most nieve friends there are. They have no idea what I'm going through or how I feel. If I had made the cross country team, people might actually know my name. I could have been Kyle Broflovski, loser, but instead I'm forced to be Kyle Broflovski, nobody.
(A/N: I hope you liked it. Please read and review. The next chapter is on Picture Day.)
I hate Friday the 13th. Why? Well, first of all it's bad luck, which I suppose isn't all that different from any other day of my life. And, secondly, this Friday the 13th is Get Acquainted Day.
Get Acquainted Day is a pointless day of activites, such as a 6km race, tug-of-war, and so on.
Obviously, since Cartman is in my homeroom class, and he has to weigh at least a billion pounds or so, we won the tug-of-war challenge by a long shot. But, the 6km race went a little differently.
After the thirty minutes of running, sweating, and getting cramps, I crossed the finishline and getting 50th place, which I guess isn't so bad considering that there were at least 100 guys running, and, well, it's me we're talking about here so I guess I should be proud that I beat like 50 people, even if another 50 people beat me. Whatever.
Anyway, once I crossed the finishline, out of breath and exhausted, the first thing I saw was Stan and Kenny giving eachother a high five, and Anna lying on the ground in the shade, totally winded, pouring cool water all over herself. Of course she was surrounded by a huge group of friends. Typical. Ariana was skipping school, which I should have done, and I couldn't see Cartman around anywhere. Ha! He probably collapsed a meter into the race. Also, Becca wasn't anywhere to be found.
God, I miss her. I'm such a loner. Why would anyone want to be with me anyway? These were all thoughts that were running through my mind.
"Hey Kyle," Becca said in her usual perky voice, as she came up behind me.
"Oh, h-hey, Becca," I managed to say. That's another thing I hate about myself. I can't talk to girls without sounding like Butters. I could feel my heart falling into my stomach, as it beated violently.
After that I was actually able to start up a conversation about the race. Whoa! Score! God, I'm gonna be a virgin forever.
So, anyway, Stan made the team. Kenny made the team. Anna made the team. Goddammit! There are so many jocks in my school! I don't think those three know how lucky they are. I know that Stan and Kenny only want to look good and macho by being on the team and Anna just wants that extra picture in the yearbook. I have the most nieve friends there are. They have no idea what I'm going through or how I feel. If I had made the cross country team, people might actually know my name. I could have been Kyle Broflovski, loser, but instead I'm forced to be Kyle Broflovski, nobody.
(A/N: I hope you liked it. Please read and review. The next chapter is on Picture Day.)
