Disclaimer: I don't own South Park! If I did, the show would suck so much, it wouldn't be funny at ALL! So let's all thank the lord for people like Trey Parker and Matt Stone before continuing, and then at the end of this chapter ask them to forgive me for my horrible attempt at a fic...
Note: Ok, so just drilled it into the world's brain that script format isn't allowed, so now I'm re-writing my script fics. This is the new-and-novelly-improved first chapter of Middle School Sucks Ass. It was a bitch to re-write, since I was constantly getting confused at whether I should do past or present tense, and I still randomly switch sometimes. Oh well. Anyway, this fic follows Stan, Kenny, Kyle, and Cartman from the beginning of seventh grade until the end of eighth grade. It will be dramatic at times, but I want it to be humorous too. But prepare yourselves because it's not going to be all 'Happy Happy Joy Joy'.
Chapter One: The First Day
The school year had come around in South Park, and there was already snow on the ground. The four boys were standing by the bus stop wearing warm coats and talking to each other. The sun hadn't even risen all the way, and they could hardly see fifteen feet in front of them. It was their first day of seventh grade, and they were all slightly nervous.
"This is fucking gay, dude," Cartman said, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
Kenny looked at him, his blonde hair hanging in his eyes. "Which part?"
"All of it!" Cartman said, yawning. "Having to get up an hour earlier, being the worst of it."
Kyle rolled his eyes at his fat friend. "Haven't you even thought about how hard middle school is supposed to be? Once you go in there..."
"Shelley says they beat you until you're a zombie that only sits and takes notes all day," said Stan worriedly.
"Stan, seriously," said Cartman incredulously.
"What?"
"Do you actually believe you're sister? She obviously has enough of a mind left to beat the crap out of you," Cartman said pointedly.
"She stopped doing that when she discovered make-up and not wanting to be around me at all," Stan said. "But still..."
"We have to switch classes too!" said Kyle.
"Yeah, I don't think I can take six different teachers a day!" Kenny said with an exasperated look.
"And we probably won't be in the same classes, either," said Stan sadly. The other boys looked put down, as they'd always been in the same class.
"Well, that serves some good purposes. Example: No Jew boy!" Cartman laughed, smirking at Kyle.
"Shut up, fat ass! I don't want to be in your classes either!" Kyle said defensively.
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Stan's point is that we've been in the same class since.... forever. And now we'll be in a bunch of new classes, with new teachers and new kids."
"Yeah, we're going to be with the kids from other towns too!" said Stan.
"Damn... is that why we have to get up so early?" Cartman said, going back to complaining about getting up early.
Just then, the bus pulled up and the door opened. The boys are momentarily shocked not to see Miss. Crabtree behind the wheel, but a fat man who obviously hadn't showered in days. They all looked at each other, open mouthed.
"You the only kids at this stop?" their new bus driver said in a whiney, nasal voice.
"I think so," said Stan, glancing down the road for anyone else.
"Ok, get in, sit down, and shut up."
They looked at each other again; kind of relieved the new guy had the same bus conduct morals as Miss. Crabtree. They boarded the bus and were relieved to see their old classmates. They made their way to the back, Stan and Kyle sitting in one seat, and Kenny and Cartman sitting in the seat opposite them.
"W-wow, I can't wait t-till middle sch-school. It should be r-really fun," said Butters from the seat behind Stan and Kyle.
"What are you talking about, man? This is the scariest thing that's ever happened to me! I don't think I'll be able to take so much pressure! New teachers, more kids, more homework! AHH!" said Tweek frantically from the seat behind Kenny and Cartman. He shakily took a bug gulp from his coffee thermos.
Wendy turned around in the seat in front of Stan and Kyle to talk to Stan. "Stan, we'll still be together, right? Even though we might not be in the same classes and stuff..."
"We'll still see each other after school, or at lunch or something. And who knows, we could still be in the same classes," Stan said. Wendy sighed hopefully and sat back down.
As the bus pulled into the drop-off section of the parking lot, all the kids turned to the windows to get their first look at their new school. It was much bigger than South Park elementary, and there were a lot more buses, with a lot more kids getting off. Everyone glanced at each other nervously, and got off the bus.
As they entered their new school, they were all directed to the auditorium to be given their class schedules. Everyone sat down on the bleachers, and a tall man they assumed was the principal stepped up to the podium.
"Hello, children, and welcome to Sanborn Middle School, or SMS, where you'll take your first steps into adult hood. Hopefully, here you will start to discover who you are and begin to thrive and grow like you never could in your sheltered elementary schools. You are, as of now, entering the seventh grade, and will move on to the eighth grade, and then to high school, where you will determine your lives. So, best get a head start now, and prepare yourself for life, as well as high school, here at SMS..." He said happily, beaming around at them all.
"Dude, this guys a total douche," Stan whispered to Kyle.
Kyle nodded in agreement and smiled. "Yeah, I bet no one's paying attention at all."
"Now, I would like you all to step up here, in just a second, to receive your class schedules, teachers, and placements. Judging by your grades in elementary school, we've placed you into levels: three being advanced, two being average, and one being below average. Your teachers will be different for each class: one for English, one for Math, one for Social Studies, one for Science, and one for a Foreign Language. Also will be the "Extra" classes, which you will have one of each day: P.E, Art, Music, Home Economics, Tech Ed, Health, and Computer Tech. These will rotate and change each quarter, and will further be explained by your homeroom teachers. Also open are extra curricular classes, which you will be receiving a list of, and I sincerely do hope you'll join at least one club or team, since I'm sure you're all very talented and I'd hate to see you waste that," he beamed at them again. "Well, now, I want people with the last names that begin with A-E line up at the table labeled as A-E, and F-J, K-O, P-T, and U-Z all line up at their corresponding tables to receive your class schedules and homerooms. Thank you!"
Everyone lined up in their respective lines, and the principal started to wander around talking to various kids. Kyle and Cartman got into the same line, and Stan and Kenny got into the same line.
"Does this mean we're going to be in the same classes?" Kyle asked Cartman.
"I don't think so. I hope not, anyway," Cartman said, smirking. They both take their schedules from the woman in charge. Cartman looked at his angrily. "WHAT THE HELL?" He yelled, shoving the paper in the woman's face. "What is this, may I ask?"
"Why, it's your schedule..."
"No, not that, I seem to be in a 'Below Average' class in Math!"
"Well, that's the class you were placed in. If you want, you can take it up with the school board, but that never does any good," she said, obviously not caring. "Next!"
Cartman stalked off toward their friends muttering obscenities, and Kyle followed him, looking over his own schedule.
"What classes did you get in?" Stan said asked immediately when they caught up with each other.
"Level threes..." He said, glancing at Cartman. He looked absolutely furious that Kyle got placed in all above average classes.
"Oh," Stan said, looking at his schedule. "I am in Math and Science."
"I'm in level three on everything but Math and French," said Kenny.
"What level are you in Math?" Cartman said hopefully.
Kenny frowned. "One."
"YES!"
Kenny raised an eyebrow. "That's a good thing?"
"Well, this means you're probably in my math class!"
"Oh, cool," Kenny said, looking slightly happier.
"I'm in level three for Sc-Science and level two for everything else," Butters said.
Tweek came up to them looking distressed. "I can't believe I actually got into level three for English! I always thought I was stupid. AHH! What if they made a mistake?"
"I don't think so, Tweek," said Kyle.
"Good, because it'd be so embarrassing if they came in during class and told me that I was really in level 1 and then all the smart kids would laugh at me..."
"So what classes are we in together?" Stan said, eager to find out if they had any classes together. They all went over to the bleachers and sat down, looking at each other's schedules. "I have Math with Kyle, Social Studies with Butters, English with Cartman, and P.E with Kenny."
"Sweet! I have Math with Stan, English and Health with Tweek, and Health with Cartman," said Kyle.
"I have Math with Cartman, Science with Butters, and P.E with Stan," Kenny said.
"Most of my classes have been said already, except that I have French with Butters," Cartman said disdainfully.
"Whoopee! I'm so glad I'm not alone in all my classes!" said Butters happily.
"Ah! I wish I was with more people in more classes though!" said Tweek.
"Well, we can't really help that," said Kenny.
"Hi, Stan," they heard, and looked up to see Wendy. "Umm, can I see your schedule?"
Stan handed her his schedule, and she looked over it with a frown on her face. "We only have two classes together. Math and P.E."
"Oh... well, that's better than nothing," Stan said.
"And we all have lunch at the same time," said Kyle.
Cartman smirked. "Yeah, and you can have make-out sessions between classes!"
Stan and Wendy glared at Cartman as the principal approached the podium again.
"Now, some of you may be pleased with your schedules, others not so pleased. But don't worry, you can always move up a level, or even two. And you'll make new friends, so don't feel bad if you're not in you're friends' classes. Now, homeroom's about over, normally, but today will just be for getting acquainted with your teachers and classmates, so find your homerooms and go from there. Have a wonderful day, everyone, and have a GREAT experience at SMS!" he said, and everyone left the auditorium. Stan, Cartman, and Butters go one way, and Kyle, Kenny, Wendy, and Tweek go the opposite way.
"What homeroom are you guys going to?" Kyle asked.
Kenny looked at his schedule before answering. "Umm... two thirty-four."
"Sweet! That's my homeroom!"
"I'm going to two fifty-three," said Tweek nervously.
"And I'm going to two twenty-seven. I wonder what Bebe's schedule is; I haven't seen her since we got off the bus..." Wendy said.
They came to a staircase, and went up to the second floor. They passed Wendy's homeroom on the way, and then separated from Tweek when Kyle and Kenny got to where they were going. They were the only ones in the room yet, and they weren't sure if they were in the right place.
"Come on in, boys. You two are the first ones here! I'm your homeroom teacher, Mrs. Sawyer," a blonde lady sitting at a desk said as they entered the room. "I'm also one of the level three English teachers."
"We're both in level three English," Kyle said.
Mrs. Sawyer smiled. She was tall and very pretty, with blonde hair and green eyes. "That's great! Take your seats, boys, the rest of the students should be here any second.
Kyle and Kenny sat down near the windows and watched the other kids come in. They found that they didn't know most of them. Among the kids coming in was Pop Pirrup, which caused them both to sigh and bang their heads on their desks.
"Hello chaps! I'm quite glad I know someone here! It shall make this experience so much more easy knowing people-"
"Shut up, Pip," both boys said at once.
"Righto!"
"Alright everyone, quiet! Now I'm going to hand out the list of extra- curricular activities you can join, and then take attendance," Mrs. Sawyer said once everyone was sitting down.
Later, after homeroom, everyone was yet again in crowded hallways, looking for their classes. Most of the day went by uneventfully, as all they did was meet their teachers and start figuring out the school. At lunch Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Butters, Tweek, Wendy, Bebe, and Pip sat together, although Pip was quite unwelcome.
"So what kind of after school stuff are you guys doing?" said Wendy excitedly. Everyone else just shrugged. "I think I'm going to join the environmental group, S.E.S. It stands for Saving Endangered Species. What do you think, Stan?"
"I think you're a fucking hippie," said Cartman, shoving food into his mouth.
"I didn't ask you" said Wendy, wrinkling her nose at Cartman's eating habits. "Stan?"
"I think it's cool," said Stan simply. "I'm probably going to join the football team or something."
"I was thinking of doing b-band," said Butters.
"Maybe I'll try out for cheerleading," said Bebe. "That'd be fun!"
Cartman belched loudly just then, and shoved his tray aside. "This food sucks ASS!"
"Dude, all school food sucks ass," said Kyle.
"But this is worse than our old school food. Middle School food's supposed to be better!"
"That's because Chef's not here," said Stan pointedly.
"Yeah," Kyle said, nodding.
That chatted idly for another half an hour until the bell rang. They separated and went to their classes, Kyle, Cartman, and Tweek went to Health, Wendy and Kenny went to the Art room, Stan headed toward French, and Butters went to Math.
"Yay, health," said Kyle, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe they can teach you how to eat right, fat ass!"
"That'd be a miracle," said Tweek.
"Screw you guys, I'm going home," said Cartman, turning to leave the room.
Kyle and Tweek laughed. "You can't, you're too far away."
Kenny and Wendy sat down at an art table with the rest of the class. The teacher was an original-looking woman in her mid-twenties, and she wore a lot of jewelry and a long, flowing dress. Her long, black hair was braided with flamboyant ribbons.
Kenny laughed and leaned toward Wendy. "If Cartman saw her, he'd never call you a hippie again," he whispered, and she laughed quietly.
"Hello children. My name is Miss. Canto, but you can call me Rosetta. I will be your art teacher from now on," the teacher said in a calm voice. "Now, the first thing I'm going to teach you is this 'Unleash your imagination and free your soul.' That explains art in any form, whether is be visual or verbal. It's also the motto for "
"What the Hell is ?" Kenny whispered. Wendy just shrugged.
Later, on the bus ride home, everyone was glad to be back with their friends from elementary school. They happily talked about their exciting, or even terrifying, first day of seventh grade. After getting off the bus, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman each went to their own house.
"How was your first day of middle school, Stanley?" Sharon Marsh asked as Stan walked in the house.
"Ok."
"Do you have any homework?"
"No. It was the first day, mom."
"Make any new friends yet?"
"Nope. Not yet."
"Do you have any classes with your old friends?"
"Some," Stan said, keeping his answers as simple as possible. He didn't want his mom blubbering about how he was growing up too fast. He went upstairs before his mom could say anything else, telling her he'd see her at dinner.
At the Broflovski's, Sheila was waiting for Kyle at the door when he got home. "Hello, Buhbie. How was your day?"
"Ok," Kyle said, using the same tactic as Stan.
"Anything interesting happen?"
"No."
"Ike's first day of first grade was great, unless you count the fact that he's smart enough to be in third grade," she said, getting in a huff.
"Ok," he said quickly, and went to his room before he had to listen to her rant about Ike being a genius.
At Cartman's house, Liane was in the kitchen cooking dinner when Cartman came home.
"Hello, Eric," she said as he tossed his backpack on a chair and sighed loudly. "How was your first day of seventh grade, sweetums?"
"It totally sucked ass."
"Now, Eric."
"What? It did!" He whined. "Mom, I got put in a level one class for math! That's for retards! I don't want to be in a retard class!"
"Eric, that's probably the class they thought-"
"BUT MOM!" He cut her off, whining more loudly. "I DON'T WANT TO BE IN A LEVEL ONE CLASS!!"
"Eric!" she said sternly. "You're twelve years old now, and whining isn't going to work anymore, starting right now! It might have worked when you were little, but twelve year olds don't whine and it's very embarrassing when they do! It means they're spoiled and selfish!"
Cartman stared at her for a long time, completely shocked. "I'm going to bed," he said finally, and left.
"Do you want me to bring you up a snack?" she called after him, back to her normal self.
At the McCormick's shack, Kenny just walked right passed his parents to his room and threw himself on his beat-up mattress. He stared at the crumbling ceiling for a while before taking out the drawing notebook his art teacher gave him. She'd given everyone in the class a brand new drawing notebook so they could start getting creative. He barely touched a pencil to paper before his mother came in.
"How was school, Kenny?" she asked in her usual southern accent.
"Fine, I guess," he answered simply.
"That's good. Kenny, I want you to pay attention and do real good from now on, ok?" she said. "I'm counting on you, because you're the only one who has a future in this family. Don't ruin it."
Kenny stared at her, unblinking, as if she were insane. "Umm, ok."
"Dinner's in two hours. Don't stay in your room the whole time," she said, her tone changing quickly from encouraging to stern.
'That was weird,' Kenny though to himself after she left. 'It actually sounded like she gives a rat's ass about me.'
As the sun was setting behind the mountain, the boys were taking a walk and passed the elementary school. They stopped to look at it, almost longingly.
"We took that place for granted, you guys," Cartman said sadly.
"Don't start. You said the same thing when we went to fourth grade, fifth grade, and sixth grade. And every time you did something stupid to "get us back there". Just let it go, Cartman," Kyle said.
"Yeah," said Stan, but he too looked at the elementary school as if it were a long lost friend.
"It's a thing of the past," said Kenny quietly. "We can't go through our lived not accepting change."
"Remember that next time things go wrong, Kenny," Kyle said.
Stan laughed. "Yeah, man."
They were silent for a few more minutes, and finally walked away from the school.
"Seventh grade totally sucks ass," said Cartman, sighing heavily.
Author's Note: I really hope you liked it.... HOPEFULLY you did. I'm not sure if it's any good, although I like it more in prose than script. Maybe that's just me favouring novel format. Anyway, I accept criticism as long as it's constructive. So please make it constructive, and not an all out flame fest! R/R!
Note: Ok, so just drilled it into the world's brain that script format isn't allowed, so now I'm re-writing my script fics. This is the new-and-novelly-improved first chapter of Middle School Sucks Ass. It was a bitch to re-write, since I was constantly getting confused at whether I should do past or present tense, and I still randomly switch sometimes. Oh well. Anyway, this fic follows Stan, Kenny, Kyle, and Cartman from the beginning of seventh grade until the end of eighth grade. It will be dramatic at times, but I want it to be humorous too. But prepare yourselves because it's not going to be all 'Happy Happy Joy Joy'.
Chapter One: The First Day
The school year had come around in South Park, and there was already snow on the ground. The four boys were standing by the bus stop wearing warm coats and talking to each other. The sun hadn't even risen all the way, and they could hardly see fifteen feet in front of them. It was their first day of seventh grade, and they were all slightly nervous.
"This is fucking gay, dude," Cartman said, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
Kenny looked at him, his blonde hair hanging in his eyes. "Which part?"
"All of it!" Cartman said, yawning. "Having to get up an hour earlier, being the worst of it."
Kyle rolled his eyes at his fat friend. "Haven't you even thought about how hard middle school is supposed to be? Once you go in there..."
"Shelley says they beat you until you're a zombie that only sits and takes notes all day," said Stan worriedly.
"Stan, seriously," said Cartman incredulously.
"What?"
"Do you actually believe you're sister? She obviously has enough of a mind left to beat the crap out of you," Cartman said pointedly.
"She stopped doing that when she discovered make-up and not wanting to be around me at all," Stan said. "But still..."
"We have to switch classes too!" said Kyle.
"Yeah, I don't think I can take six different teachers a day!" Kenny said with an exasperated look.
"And we probably won't be in the same classes, either," said Stan sadly. The other boys looked put down, as they'd always been in the same class.
"Well, that serves some good purposes. Example: No Jew boy!" Cartman laughed, smirking at Kyle.
"Shut up, fat ass! I don't want to be in your classes either!" Kyle said defensively.
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Stan's point is that we've been in the same class since.... forever. And now we'll be in a bunch of new classes, with new teachers and new kids."
"Yeah, we're going to be with the kids from other towns too!" said Stan.
"Damn... is that why we have to get up so early?" Cartman said, going back to complaining about getting up early.
Just then, the bus pulled up and the door opened. The boys are momentarily shocked not to see Miss. Crabtree behind the wheel, but a fat man who obviously hadn't showered in days. They all looked at each other, open mouthed.
"You the only kids at this stop?" their new bus driver said in a whiney, nasal voice.
"I think so," said Stan, glancing down the road for anyone else.
"Ok, get in, sit down, and shut up."
They looked at each other again; kind of relieved the new guy had the same bus conduct morals as Miss. Crabtree. They boarded the bus and were relieved to see their old classmates. They made their way to the back, Stan and Kyle sitting in one seat, and Kenny and Cartman sitting in the seat opposite them.
"W-wow, I can't wait t-till middle sch-school. It should be r-really fun," said Butters from the seat behind Stan and Kyle.
"What are you talking about, man? This is the scariest thing that's ever happened to me! I don't think I'll be able to take so much pressure! New teachers, more kids, more homework! AHH!" said Tweek frantically from the seat behind Kenny and Cartman. He shakily took a bug gulp from his coffee thermos.
Wendy turned around in the seat in front of Stan and Kyle to talk to Stan. "Stan, we'll still be together, right? Even though we might not be in the same classes and stuff..."
"We'll still see each other after school, or at lunch or something. And who knows, we could still be in the same classes," Stan said. Wendy sighed hopefully and sat back down.
As the bus pulled into the drop-off section of the parking lot, all the kids turned to the windows to get their first look at their new school. It was much bigger than South Park elementary, and there were a lot more buses, with a lot more kids getting off. Everyone glanced at each other nervously, and got off the bus.
As they entered their new school, they were all directed to the auditorium to be given their class schedules. Everyone sat down on the bleachers, and a tall man they assumed was the principal stepped up to the podium.
"Hello, children, and welcome to Sanborn Middle School, or SMS, where you'll take your first steps into adult hood. Hopefully, here you will start to discover who you are and begin to thrive and grow like you never could in your sheltered elementary schools. You are, as of now, entering the seventh grade, and will move on to the eighth grade, and then to high school, where you will determine your lives. So, best get a head start now, and prepare yourself for life, as well as high school, here at SMS..." He said happily, beaming around at them all.
"Dude, this guys a total douche," Stan whispered to Kyle.
Kyle nodded in agreement and smiled. "Yeah, I bet no one's paying attention at all."
"Now, I would like you all to step up here, in just a second, to receive your class schedules, teachers, and placements. Judging by your grades in elementary school, we've placed you into levels: three being advanced, two being average, and one being below average. Your teachers will be different for each class: one for English, one for Math, one for Social Studies, one for Science, and one for a Foreign Language. Also will be the "Extra" classes, which you will have one of each day: P.E, Art, Music, Home Economics, Tech Ed, Health, and Computer Tech. These will rotate and change each quarter, and will further be explained by your homeroom teachers. Also open are extra curricular classes, which you will be receiving a list of, and I sincerely do hope you'll join at least one club or team, since I'm sure you're all very talented and I'd hate to see you waste that," he beamed at them again. "Well, now, I want people with the last names that begin with A-E line up at the table labeled as A-E, and F-J, K-O, P-T, and U-Z all line up at their corresponding tables to receive your class schedules and homerooms. Thank you!"
Everyone lined up in their respective lines, and the principal started to wander around talking to various kids. Kyle and Cartman got into the same line, and Stan and Kenny got into the same line.
"Does this mean we're going to be in the same classes?" Kyle asked Cartman.
"I don't think so. I hope not, anyway," Cartman said, smirking. They both take their schedules from the woman in charge. Cartman looked at his angrily. "WHAT THE HELL?" He yelled, shoving the paper in the woman's face. "What is this, may I ask?"
"Why, it's your schedule..."
"No, not that, I seem to be in a 'Below Average' class in Math!"
"Well, that's the class you were placed in. If you want, you can take it up with the school board, but that never does any good," she said, obviously not caring. "Next!"
Cartman stalked off toward their friends muttering obscenities, and Kyle followed him, looking over his own schedule.
"What classes did you get in?" Stan said asked immediately when they caught up with each other.
"Level threes..." He said, glancing at Cartman. He looked absolutely furious that Kyle got placed in all above average classes.
"Oh," Stan said, looking at his schedule. "I am in Math and Science."
"I'm in level three on everything but Math and French," said Kenny.
"What level are you in Math?" Cartman said hopefully.
Kenny frowned. "One."
"YES!"
Kenny raised an eyebrow. "That's a good thing?"
"Well, this means you're probably in my math class!"
"Oh, cool," Kenny said, looking slightly happier.
"I'm in level three for Sc-Science and level two for everything else," Butters said.
Tweek came up to them looking distressed. "I can't believe I actually got into level three for English! I always thought I was stupid. AHH! What if they made a mistake?"
"I don't think so, Tweek," said Kyle.
"Good, because it'd be so embarrassing if they came in during class and told me that I was really in level 1 and then all the smart kids would laugh at me..."
"So what classes are we in together?" Stan said, eager to find out if they had any classes together. They all went over to the bleachers and sat down, looking at each other's schedules. "I have Math with Kyle, Social Studies with Butters, English with Cartman, and P.E with Kenny."
"Sweet! I have Math with Stan, English and Health with Tweek, and Health with Cartman," said Kyle.
"I have Math with Cartman, Science with Butters, and P.E with Stan," Kenny said.
"Most of my classes have been said already, except that I have French with Butters," Cartman said disdainfully.
"Whoopee! I'm so glad I'm not alone in all my classes!" said Butters happily.
"Ah! I wish I was with more people in more classes though!" said Tweek.
"Well, we can't really help that," said Kenny.
"Hi, Stan," they heard, and looked up to see Wendy. "Umm, can I see your schedule?"
Stan handed her his schedule, and she looked over it with a frown on her face. "We only have two classes together. Math and P.E."
"Oh... well, that's better than nothing," Stan said.
"And we all have lunch at the same time," said Kyle.
Cartman smirked. "Yeah, and you can have make-out sessions between classes!"
Stan and Wendy glared at Cartman as the principal approached the podium again.
"Now, some of you may be pleased with your schedules, others not so pleased. But don't worry, you can always move up a level, or even two. And you'll make new friends, so don't feel bad if you're not in you're friends' classes. Now, homeroom's about over, normally, but today will just be for getting acquainted with your teachers and classmates, so find your homerooms and go from there. Have a wonderful day, everyone, and have a GREAT experience at SMS!" he said, and everyone left the auditorium. Stan, Cartman, and Butters go one way, and Kyle, Kenny, Wendy, and Tweek go the opposite way.
"What homeroom are you guys going to?" Kyle asked.
Kenny looked at his schedule before answering. "Umm... two thirty-four."
"Sweet! That's my homeroom!"
"I'm going to two fifty-three," said Tweek nervously.
"And I'm going to two twenty-seven. I wonder what Bebe's schedule is; I haven't seen her since we got off the bus..." Wendy said.
They came to a staircase, and went up to the second floor. They passed Wendy's homeroom on the way, and then separated from Tweek when Kyle and Kenny got to where they were going. They were the only ones in the room yet, and they weren't sure if they were in the right place.
"Come on in, boys. You two are the first ones here! I'm your homeroom teacher, Mrs. Sawyer," a blonde lady sitting at a desk said as they entered the room. "I'm also one of the level three English teachers."
"We're both in level three English," Kyle said.
Mrs. Sawyer smiled. She was tall and very pretty, with blonde hair and green eyes. "That's great! Take your seats, boys, the rest of the students should be here any second.
Kyle and Kenny sat down near the windows and watched the other kids come in. They found that they didn't know most of them. Among the kids coming in was Pop Pirrup, which caused them both to sigh and bang their heads on their desks.
"Hello chaps! I'm quite glad I know someone here! It shall make this experience so much more easy knowing people-"
"Shut up, Pip," both boys said at once.
"Righto!"
"Alright everyone, quiet! Now I'm going to hand out the list of extra- curricular activities you can join, and then take attendance," Mrs. Sawyer said once everyone was sitting down.
Later, after homeroom, everyone was yet again in crowded hallways, looking for their classes. Most of the day went by uneventfully, as all they did was meet their teachers and start figuring out the school. At lunch Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Butters, Tweek, Wendy, Bebe, and Pip sat together, although Pip was quite unwelcome.
"So what kind of after school stuff are you guys doing?" said Wendy excitedly. Everyone else just shrugged. "I think I'm going to join the environmental group, S.E.S. It stands for Saving Endangered Species. What do you think, Stan?"
"I think you're a fucking hippie," said Cartman, shoving food into his mouth.
"I didn't ask you" said Wendy, wrinkling her nose at Cartman's eating habits. "Stan?"
"I think it's cool," said Stan simply. "I'm probably going to join the football team or something."
"I was thinking of doing b-band," said Butters.
"Maybe I'll try out for cheerleading," said Bebe. "That'd be fun!"
Cartman belched loudly just then, and shoved his tray aside. "This food sucks ASS!"
"Dude, all school food sucks ass," said Kyle.
"But this is worse than our old school food. Middle School food's supposed to be better!"
"That's because Chef's not here," said Stan pointedly.
"Yeah," Kyle said, nodding.
That chatted idly for another half an hour until the bell rang. They separated and went to their classes, Kyle, Cartman, and Tweek went to Health, Wendy and Kenny went to the Art room, Stan headed toward French, and Butters went to Math.
"Yay, health," said Kyle, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe they can teach you how to eat right, fat ass!"
"That'd be a miracle," said Tweek.
"Screw you guys, I'm going home," said Cartman, turning to leave the room.
Kyle and Tweek laughed. "You can't, you're too far away."
Kenny and Wendy sat down at an art table with the rest of the class. The teacher was an original-looking woman in her mid-twenties, and she wore a lot of jewelry and a long, flowing dress. Her long, black hair was braided with flamboyant ribbons.
Kenny laughed and leaned toward Wendy. "If Cartman saw her, he'd never call you a hippie again," he whispered, and she laughed quietly.
"Hello children. My name is Miss. Canto, but you can call me Rosetta. I will be your art teacher from now on," the teacher said in a calm voice. "Now, the first thing I'm going to teach you is this 'Unleash your imagination and free your soul.' That explains art in any form, whether is be visual or verbal. It's also the motto for "
"What the Hell is ?" Kenny whispered. Wendy just shrugged.
Later, on the bus ride home, everyone was glad to be back with their friends from elementary school. They happily talked about their exciting, or even terrifying, first day of seventh grade. After getting off the bus, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman each went to their own house.
"How was your first day of middle school, Stanley?" Sharon Marsh asked as Stan walked in the house.
"Ok."
"Do you have any homework?"
"No. It was the first day, mom."
"Make any new friends yet?"
"Nope. Not yet."
"Do you have any classes with your old friends?"
"Some," Stan said, keeping his answers as simple as possible. He didn't want his mom blubbering about how he was growing up too fast. He went upstairs before his mom could say anything else, telling her he'd see her at dinner.
At the Broflovski's, Sheila was waiting for Kyle at the door when he got home. "Hello, Buhbie. How was your day?"
"Ok," Kyle said, using the same tactic as Stan.
"Anything interesting happen?"
"No."
"Ike's first day of first grade was great, unless you count the fact that he's smart enough to be in third grade," she said, getting in a huff.
"Ok," he said quickly, and went to his room before he had to listen to her rant about Ike being a genius.
At Cartman's house, Liane was in the kitchen cooking dinner when Cartman came home.
"Hello, Eric," she said as he tossed his backpack on a chair and sighed loudly. "How was your first day of seventh grade, sweetums?"
"It totally sucked ass."
"Now, Eric."
"What? It did!" He whined. "Mom, I got put in a level one class for math! That's for retards! I don't want to be in a retard class!"
"Eric, that's probably the class they thought-"
"BUT MOM!" He cut her off, whining more loudly. "I DON'T WANT TO BE IN A LEVEL ONE CLASS!!"
"Eric!" she said sternly. "You're twelve years old now, and whining isn't going to work anymore, starting right now! It might have worked when you were little, but twelve year olds don't whine and it's very embarrassing when they do! It means they're spoiled and selfish!"
Cartman stared at her for a long time, completely shocked. "I'm going to bed," he said finally, and left.
"Do you want me to bring you up a snack?" she called after him, back to her normal self.
At the McCormick's shack, Kenny just walked right passed his parents to his room and threw himself on his beat-up mattress. He stared at the crumbling ceiling for a while before taking out the drawing notebook his art teacher gave him. She'd given everyone in the class a brand new drawing notebook so they could start getting creative. He barely touched a pencil to paper before his mother came in.
"How was school, Kenny?" she asked in her usual southern accent.
"Fine, I guess," he answered simply.
"That's good. Kenny, I want you to pay attention and do real good from now on, ok?" she said. "I'm counting on you, because you're the only one who has a future in this family. Don't ruin it."
Kenny stared at her, unblinking, as if she were insane. "Umm, ok."
"Dinner's in two hours. Don't stay in your room the whole time," she said, her tone changing quickly from encouraging to stern.
'That was weird,' Kenny though to himself after she left. 'It actually sounded like she gives a rat's ass about me.'
As the sun was setting behind the mountain, the boys were taking a walk and passed the elementary school. They stopped to look at it, almost longingly.
"We took that place for granted, you guys," Cartman said sadly.
"Don't start. You said the same thing when we went to fourth grade, fifth grade, and sixth grade. And every time you did something stupid to "get us back there". Just let it go, Cartman," Kyle said.
"Yeah," said Stan, but he too looked at the elementary school as if it were a long lost friend.
"It's a thing of the past," said Kenny quietly. "We can't go through our lived not accepting change."
"Remember that next time things go wrong, Kenny," Kyle said.
Stan laughed. "Yeah, man."
They were silent for a few more minutes, and finally walked away from the school.
"Seventh grade totally sucks ass," said Cartman, sighing heavily.
Author's Note: I really hope you liked it.... HOPEFULLY you did. I'm not sure if it's any good, although I like it more in prose than script. Maybe that's just me favouring novel format. Anyway, I accept criticism as long as it's constructive. So please make it constructive, and not an all out flame fest! R/R!