Hey! First South Park Fic! Hope you enjoy!
"You really did it this time Broflovski, it's one thing to graffiti the building, and another to be caught smoking dope in the bathroom, but this is the last straw! We've given you one too many chances here, you have to learn that your actions have- Are you even listening to me?!"
Sea green eyes lazily looked up from nicely manicured nails to the red faced man that sat across him. The man's eyes bore into his own, but remained unfazed as he rolled his eyes at him, and smacked his lips before speaking, "I heard ya, but I don't care."
The man's face turned three shades darker with rage as he slammed his hands on the desk before him, "You better care young man! This is the fourth school you've been expelled from now, and you'd have to consider yourself lucky to even find a correctional school that'd have you! I don't know who you think you are but-" The ranting man was cut off by a little voice box on his desk. "Mr. Smith, The Broflovskis are here to see you."
Mr. Smith let out an aggravated sigh as he ran his hands through his greying hair, he straightened up his wrinkled suit and pressed the button on the box. "Send them in."
The teen sighed as he heard the door open behind him, he could see in the corner of his eye two familiar figures he knew well walk up next to him, a short plump woman wearing her usual purple and black business attire, and a tall, lean, balding man wearing a green suit. "You wanted to see us, Principal Smith?" The man asked, glancing at the teen next to him.
"Yes, please have a seat Mr. and Mrs. Broflaski."
"What is this all about?" The plump woman asked as she took a seat in a chair next to the boy.
"Well, , your son was in an altercation with another student, he's now in the infirmary with a broken nose, and many bruises."
"What? What? What!" She sharply turned towards the unflinching teen, "Kyle what were you thinking?!"
Kyle's sea green eyes stared at the floor as he picked at his nails, "They started it..."
"That is not an excuse young man, you know better!"
The teen didn't say anything as he bit the insides of his lip, it was better to just let her rant instead of trying to say anything anyway.
The woman took a deep breath before redirecting her attention towards the principal, "Is the child alright?"
"Yes he'll be fine, and his father has agreed not to bring up charges, but in return, your son must be expelled."
The tall man let out a frustrated sigh, "Kyle this is your fourth school," he ran his hand through his graying brown hair as he got a tired look in his eyes. "And the school year is practically over..."
"Well, although your son has behavioral problems, his grades will allow him to permit into the next grade."
The two adults next to the teen let out a sigh as Kyle kept his head down, knawing at his lip as he tried to keep up an uncaring face, but he nearly bit through the skin when Mr. Smith continued on about his 'behavioral problems', so he just tried to tune them out till he saw him reach into his desk and pulled out a slightly wrinkled pamphlet.
"Military school?" The brunet man asked as he took the paper from the principal and looked it over. "I don't know, Shelia?" He turned towards his wife, her hazel green eyes stared at the paper in her husband's hand, only to then stand and say to the Principal, "We'll think about it, thank you for your time, and we're sorry about everything."
She then sharply turned on her heels and headed for the door, "Come on Gerald, Kyle."
The tall man, Gerald, sighed as he stood, he thanked the principal before exiting, while Kyle followed after at a slower pace, but just before the teen could close the door spoke up, "Have a great summer, Kyle."
Gritting his teeth, he slammed the door shut and followed his parents, trying to keep his cool, because he knew that this was the calm before the storm.
A long silent car ride later, the trio made it to their apartment building, and as soon as they entered their home and shut the door Shelia demanded her son to go to his room, her tone leaving no room for rebuttal. Kyle rolled his eyes as he stalked down the hall and did as he was told.
As soon as he heard the click of his door close, he leaned against it, dropping his school bag, and slid into the floor. He knew this day would come, they were gonna send him away and not bat a fucking eye. He let out an agitated sigh, if Alex just kept his big mouth shut he wouldn't be in this mess, waiting for his parents to tell him to pack his shit.
He let out another breath as he brought his knees to his chest and rested his head on them, fate was a cruel bitch. He'd only been there for a few minutes, trying to ignore the muffled words of his parents, when he felt something nudge his leg, looking up he saw a familiar and welcoming sight. A large, brown, long furred cat looking up at him with big green eyes.
A small smile made its way to Kyle's face as he reached over and petted the animal between her ears, "Hey beast."
Beast purred against the teen's legs, she went to rub up against Kyle's side, only to receive a hiss of pain, startling the large feline.
"Sorry Beast, didn't mean to scare you," The teen forced himself to stand as he made his way to his full sized bed, only to land face first into its soft covers with a small grimace. He reached over the side of the bed and pulled out a small white and red box, forcing himself into an upright position he opened the box to reveal medical supplies, from gauzes to ointments and more. Taking a deep breath, Kyle removed his tattered shirt only to reveal many ugly, dark purple bruises, and fresh scratches littering his torso, stomach, and sides, he sighed as he saw just how bad it was, but he reached into the box and picked up what he needed.
Beast, who was sitting on the floor, made her way over and hopped on the bed next to the redhead, taking in the sight of the injured teen. His skin heavily blemished and scarred, his usual up do hair was now a mess of tangles that fell in his eyes. The cat gave a worried 'mew' as she bumped her head against the teen's arm.
The redhead smiled down at the large cat as he ran his hand through her long fur, "I'm okay Beast, really." He then pulled away and went back to aiding what he could of his injuries, after all, it'd be better off if his parents never saw any of this.
A small black haired boy quietly opened the front door and gently closed it, only to hear two voices in the kitchen. Confused, he toed off his shoes and made his way over to the voices, he peered in and saw his mother and father arguing with one another. "That's going too far!"
"He's never going to learn, this will be good for him!"
"Good for him? What if being in that kind of environment makes it worse?"
"He has to learn somehow!"
"So you're just giving up on him? I don't want our son to be sent away and be turned into a dog of the military!"
"You're sending Kyle away?"
The two adults froze at the quite voice, they turned to the opening and saw their youngest son standing there with worry in his dark brown eyes. "I-Ike when did you get home?" The red haired woman stuttered.
"Why are you sending Kyle away?"
The woman sighed, "Ike, Kyle was just expelled again. We can't keep doing this, something has to change and-"
"You can't send him away! You just can't!"
"Honey-"
"Don't send him away! Please!"
"Ike-" The red haired woman was cut off by her husband.
"Shelia, all we're asking is for you to give him one more chance."
Said woman looked at her husband and son, after a moment she let out a sigh. "Alright, one more chance that's all he gets."
The young raven smiled as he let out a sigh of relief, "Thanks mom."
"Well I'm going to make dinner, don't go to Kyle's room. He has to think about what he's done."
Ike responded with, "Okay," and made his way to his room next to his brother's, pulling out his phone and opening his messages, tapping the picture of a familiar redhead. He closed the door to his room and waited, trying to message his brother in the room next door.
A couple hours later he heard his mother shout for him, and told him to get his brother for dinner. So walking out of his own room, he stepped over to the door next to his, and gently wrapped his knuckles against the doors. "Kyle?"
When he didn't hear a response he said, "I'm coming in."
He quietly opened the door, only for his eyes to land to land on pale bruised flesh, causing his eyes to widen. "Kyle?"
The red haired teen's head jerked as he turned towards the door, seeing his younger brother staring at his back. He gave the smaller boy a half hearted smile, "Hey Ike."
Said raven rushed towards the bed, "What happened?"
"It's nothing," he replied, only for his smile to drop. "So when am I being shipped off?"
"You're not, dad and I were able to get mom to give you another chance; but seriously what happened?"
"Just some bastards from school, I'll be fine."
Worry flooded the youth's eyes, "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
The red haired teen let out a half hearted chuckle, "You should see the other guys, besides you're not the one who should be worrying about me when it's suppose to be the other way around."
"I'm never going to, especially when you're getting hurt like this," he retorted as he motioned over Kyle's bruised skin.
"Ike-," Kyle was cut off when he heard their mother shout at them to hurry up, so with a sigh, the elder sibling slipped a new shirt on, hiding his tended to injuries, and slipped the first aid kit under the pillows. He stood from his bed and petted the now sleeping cat who nestled in his blankets and made his way over to the door, "Come on, before she goes into hysterics."
The smaller youth sighed, but followed.
Four months later the Broflaski's were stacking boxes and carrying furniture pieces into the large moving van parked outside of their complex, emptying their home. The family of four spent hours packing the van full, and still having to load up their own car as well. Then the time came where they had to say their final goodbyes to friends and neighbors, and just like that they left.
The family of four, five counting the cat, sat in silence as they drove, leading the moving van behind them. Gerald was behind the wheel, Shelia was in the passenger seat reading, Ike was on his phone playing a game, and Kyle's head was leaning against the window as is sea green eyes watched the scenery go by; but a few times he'd reached over to the animal crate that sat between him and his brother, and poke his fingers through the holes and run his fingers through whatever fur he could reach. The teen let out a silent sigh as he went back to looking out the window, his thoughts going back to how they ended up here.
Shelia and Gerald spent months trying to find a school to take in their son, whom was expelled four times from different schools, and were not having much luck. Nearing the end of their search, on the verge of giving up, they were able to find one that was willing to hear them out, and afterwards they agreed to have their sons.
The school year had already began, but the adults were able to find work in the new town that the school was in, with the town's law firm having an opening, and they found a decent home for a reasonable price. So they packed up and here they are, on their way to their new lives.
After several hours of driving and many pitstops, they were closing in on the town and had made their final stop at a diner the next town over. Kyle sat by the window, his sea green eyes staring into the night sky, he let out a sigh as he glanced over at his family, they were eating and chatting away without him, only for him to look back outside, where his sights landed on their old 2005 car, with boxes strapped to the hood, and at the angle he was in he saw a beat up, grey dirt bike attached to the back.
He got an idea, "Hey dad?"
His father hummed in acknowledgment as he turned towards his son, "Since we're not that far from town, can I ride my bike the rest of the way?"
"Ask your mother," he replied without hesitation, the red haired teen's shoulders tensed a bit, but he swallowed, "Mom-"
He was cut off by said woman, "Sure."
Catching Kyle by surprise, "Really?"
"Yes, it's fine, I just expect you to follow the car all the way, got it?"
"Thanks mom."
"And don't forget your helmet."
Kyle nodded at the request, and dinner went back to how it was before. So after they finished and paid, Kyle went right out and removed the bike from back, and fished for his helmet from the backseat.
He watched as his family got into the car, his mother reminding him to follow the car or else, and went off, Kyle following close behind. The teen noticed the tall mountains covered in snow,how the stars looked brighter, and the silence that surrounded him, excluding his bike.
It wasn't much longer till he noticed lights up ahead, and from the looks of it, it was a small town. As they neared he noticed an old wooden sign, reading, 'South Park'.
"South Park?" He let out a sigh, "Last chance to not fuck up..."
He then sped up his bike and continued on.
End of chapter 1, what did you guys think?
I plan on releasing chapter 2 on Saturday so keep an eye out! Till next time!