Chapter 4

North Park Academy

"Kenny, wake up!" Kenny's mom said with her strong southern accent, "It's time to go to your new school!"

Kenny opened his eyes wearily and rolled out of bed. He walked over to his closet jammed with new clothes and stared only for a second at one of his old orange parkas. He sighed and then threw on his school uniform. He took a look in the mirror and debated whether he should comb his hair or not, but his thinking was interrupted by a call from his mother telling him to come downstairs.

He sat down and began to eat some of his non-frozen waffles. Deep down inside of him, he kinda missed the way things were before his family won the 10 million dollars. He couldn't really figure out why. He shrugged and continued to eat. After breakfast he put on his coat and got into his limo. Kenny, Kevin, and their parents each had a limo of their own. It was pretty sweet.

"Off to school, Kenny?" asked Olivia, the limo driver. She was 22 and very very pretty, so of course Kenny had chosen to hire her.

"You know it babe," Kenny said playfully. Olivia just rolled her eyes, "Oh, and can you put on my AC/DC cd? And crank it up."

"How can you listen to that shit in the morning? Wouldn't you prefer something soothing in the morning like Beethoven or Mozart?" Olivia asked.

"Fuck, no! Now put the music on!"

Much to Olivia's dismay, she turned the cd on. On the ride to school, Kenny looked through his bag to make sure he had everything. His cell phone, mp3 player, and portable computer all lay inside where they were supposed to be. Kenny had also tucked in one of his dad's magazines in case he got any free reading time during the day. The limo pulled up to North Park Academy and Olivia let Kenny off.

"Thanks, toots." Kenny said.

"Yeah whatever," and she drove off.

Kenny pulled a very detailed map of the school out of his pocket and scratched his head as he looked at it. He meandered through the school looking for his classroom, keeping his eyes on the map. However, he wasn't looking where he was going and ended up running into a girl who had strawberry blonde hair in two braids. Her stuff scattered all over the floor.

"Hey, watch it!" she cried, bending down to pick up all her stuff.

"Oh my God...I'm so sorry!" Kenny said, as he bent down to help her.

"No, no...it's okay. I can pick it up myself." she said obstinantly. When she had everything picked up, she stood up and discovered Kenny still standing here. She analyzed him for a few seconds then decided to talk to him.

"You're new, aren't you?" she said.

"Yeah, this is my first day!" Kenny said, exasperated.

"Kind of obvious, isn't it?"

"Really?" Kenny said, embarrassed.

"Nah, we were all new at one point in our lives. Anyway, my name is Rachel Field. On behalf of the fourth grade class here at North Park Academy, I'd just like to say welcome." she said, shaking Kenny's hand.

"You talk kinda funny," Kenny said.

"You'll get used to it. Who does it say your teacher is on the schedule you got."

"Sister Joan...wait a minute. My teachers a nun?" Kenny said.

"Yes, of course your teacher is a nun! All teachers in this school are nuns. Sister Joan is my teacher as well. Follow me, please."

Rachel led Kenny to the fourth grade classroom. It was like no classroom Kenny had ever seen before. There were fancy pictures everywhere and it was just really...different. He already missed South Park.

"Sister Joan will tell you where you're supposed to sit when class begins. Now what did you say your name was?"

"Kenny McCormick."

"Kenny? What kind of name is that?? Is it short for something? Because Sister Joan doesn't allow nicknames in this classroom..."

"No, that's really my name."

"Kenny..." Rachel said slowly, with a hint of disgust in her voice, "You might want to put your belongings in your locker before class starts."

Kenny found what was presumably his locker and put all his things in it. He looked at all the kids swarming through the hall. All the kids at South Park Elementary wouldn't even make up half of the population at this school. Kenny felt nervous all of the sudden.

The bell rang and class began. Kenny just kind of sat down in a random seat.

"Excuse me, but that seat is mine." some boy with black hair and glasses said.

By the time the teacher entered the room, Kenny had sat down in 6 different seats that were already taken. Eventually he just ended standing up near the wall when Sister Joan came in.

"Young man, please take your seat," Sister Joan said in a strict tone.

"I'm new and I couldn't find a desk!" Kenny said, sticking up for himself.

"Oh...you must be...Kenny McCormick?" she said, putting her glasses on as she looked at a paper.

"Yeah thats me."

"Well, one child is absent today so you may sit in his seat for the time being until the janitors get you a desk of your own."

Kenny took his seat at the empty desk. Everyone was looking at him funny. He wished he could just blend in like he did back at South Park.

"Okay, girls and boys, it's time to stand up and say your prayers."

"Prayers?" Kenny said out loud.

"Yes, prayers! This is a Catholic school!" Sister Joan said, annoyed.

Kenny stood quietly with his hands folded as the kids and Sister Joan said their prayers out loud. Kenny had gone to Church for most of his life but never really paid any attention to what the priest or what everyone else was saying.

"Okay, class, now it's time to study from our Aramaic books."

"Aramaic, whats that?" Kenny asked out loud again.

"Listen, boy, I don't know what school YOU came from, but here we raise our hands! And Aramaic is a language. I'm sure you'll catch on."

Aramaic, Social Studies, Spelling, and Math was all taught when the lunch bell finally rang. One thing that sure was different from South Park is that the nun lady actually TAUGHT things. Things you were supposed to learn in 4th grade, except for the whole Aramaic thing of course. Kenny followed the other kids to the cafeteria, and got in line for lunch. He got his food, and then looked around desperately for somewhere to sit. All the kids at this school seemed kinda gay so far...they all talked funny and were, like, super smart.

"Hey, new kid! You can sit with us!" the black haired boy with glasses said, coming up to Kenny.

Kenny sat down at one of the super long tables with a bunch of the boys in his class. Every boy seemed just as boring as the next.

"My name is Dustin," the black haired boy with glasses said.

"Kenny."

"Well on behalf of everyone in our class, I would just like to welcome you to North Park Academy."

"Yeah, I heard that same shit earlier this morning from that one Rachel girl."

All the boys at the table gasped.

"What was that word you just said??" Dustin asked, shocked.

"...Shit?" Kenny should have thought before he said that.

"We don't accept foul mouthed bad boys at our table. Please exit now." Dustin said, pointing away.

"Okay." Damn these kids were weird.

Kenny ended up eating lunch at the far end of a table where no one else was. He didn't like this new school one bit.

Later, at recess, Kenny looked around the playground for someone to play with. He spotted that Rachel girl, sitting at a picnic table across the playground. She was obviously working on homework of some sort She was all alone. Rachel was the only person who had not seemed to mind him so far, so he wandered that way.

"Hi, Rachel." he said.

"Oh...it's you." Rachel said, taking her reading glasses off.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh...I was just beginning to work on my math homework. I hate math."

"Me too! I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"Well...maybe a little bit. But I really don't mind." Rachel said, closing her book.

"Ok good! I don't think anyone else here really likes me too much."

"They'll come around. Don't worry."

Kenny smiled. He had made a new friend, and her name was Rachel.

A/N: I'm not trying to make fun of Catholic schools in any way...so if you go to one I'm sorry if I offended you! I went to Catholic school through preschool to sixth grade so thats how this particular idea for the chapter kind of came to me. Keep an eye out for the next chapter!