The scene is the hallway of the school. Stan is getting stuff from his locker. Kenny comes up to him.

" Hey Stan" said Kenny

" Key Kenny. What's up?" said Stan

" Oh nothing really, Eric is trying to figure out a revenge plan. You know typical, Cartman stuff."

" Oh, that's nice."

" Spoken to Kyle yet?"

" No he hasn't talked to me since yesterday when he ran off. What do you think he met when he said everyone appreciates me, and that no one cares that he's smart."

" Maybe he feels unappreciated."

" Why, what brought this on?" asked Stan confused

" Well, this town is just completely stupid, they won't get someone like Kyle who very smart."

" He's never cared about that stuff before. Why now?"

" How the hell should I know? Ask him."

Kenny walks off. Stan felt confused; he didn't know why Kyle cared about this all of a sudden.

Stan remembered the time Kyle got turned down to play basketball for being Jewish, and the time he lost to Cartman in the Latino Appreciation Day essay thing that he worked for weeks to complete but was beaten by Cartman's very racist and stupid report.

Kyle deserved better than how he was treated during those times, was that it, did it just build up until Kyle couldn't take it anymore.

" That would make sense, even Kyle has to have a breaking point. Years of taking it from Cartman, this town, is that it." Stan said aloud paying no attention to the fact he was alone

Stan though about this for a while until he realized he was late for class. The bell had ranged while he was in thought.

" Oh, sh!t!" Stan said as he grabbed his bag

He hurried to Mrs. Garrison's class.

The scene is Mrs. Garrison's class, the kids are all seated and Stan comes in as Mrs. Garrison is about to start teaching.

" Oh hello Stan, how nice of you to join us." Mrs. Garrison said sarcastically

" I'm sorry I'm late Mrs. Garrison, I…had trouble getting my locker open." lied Stan

" Oh alright take your seat."

" Ay, when ever I'm late you make me go get a tardy." argued Cartman

" Eric we've been over this, Stan's a star athlete, he gets treated better then, for example Kyle, because he wins this school games and reputation."

Kyle lowered his head when he heard this.

" Yeah, but Kyle is the smartest kid in school, that must mean something for this school, right?" said Stan

The other kids in the classroom laughed.

" Stanley, this school has given up entirely on academic education. Only nerds and people nobody notice are really smart." replied Mrs. Garrison

The laughed hysterically, Kyle tried to bury his head in his arms. Stan slid into his desk, he only made things worst for Kyle.

" Well okay class, now lets begin the lesson." said Mrs. garrison

Kyle held his head down the entire period.

" Kyle I…" Stan began but was cut off by the bell

Kyle, quickly, hurried out the classroom and to the gym. It was time for P.E.

" Alright children, line up." said Chef

The boys all lined up.

" Okay today we are going to do laps around the school." said Chef

" AWWW!" said the boys

The children lined up and prepared for the lap, some of the kids were bragging that they would come in first.

" Now children, this isn't a race, don't try and push yourselves too hard." warned Chef

" Aw, this sucks ass, I hate running, I HATE IT." said Cartman

" Dude, don't worry, just pace your self." suggested Kenny

" Like that will work."

It was unusually hot today.

" Okay, ready, go children." said Chef

The boys all began to run, Kyle went exceptionally faster then he normally went. He was catching up to Stan, who was in the lead.

" Huff…Huff…Huff" huffed Kyle as he desperately tried to pass Stan

The boys had all finished their first lap, Cartman was dragging behind, Kenny stayed behind to bridge the gap between him an the other kids. Stan and Kyle were in the front and were separating themselves from the other kids.

Stan was feeling exhausted, he was doing better then the other boys, despite the fact that he had asthma. He noticed Kyle was closing in behind him.

Kyle was finding it difficult to keep up with Stan's speed. Even though he had asthma, Stan was still fast. Kyle felt his heart beat tremendously fast, his lungs felt like they would collapse.

The boys had finished their second lap, this was the final lap and Stan and Kyle were nearing the finish line.

Both boys were very close; Kyle started to speed up, after seeing this so did Stan. The boys ran as fast as they could.

It was close but Stan sped up and past the finish line before Kyle, Kyle finished just after. He had ran as fast as his 9 yr old body would let him go.

" That was amazing Kyle, you…(breathing real hard) you're the second person to finish." Stan said trying to catch his breath

Stan walked over to the cooler Chef put down before the exercise started, it was filled with nice cold bottled water. He turned to see how Kyle was doing.

" Kyle?" said Stan

Kyle was coughing pretty hard; he looked like he could barely stand. He leaned against a wooden pole.

" Kyle, are you okay?" Stan asked as more kids showed up

Kyle was breathing heavily, he felt like his heart was going to burst, and the heat didn't help much either. Kyle then began to vomit.

" KYLE!" yelled Stan as he ran to his best friend

" Sh!t dude." said one of the other kids

Kenny was waiting for Cartman to finish, when Cartman showed up he was drenched in sweat, he looked like he just jumped in a pool.

" Hey what's going on over there?" asked Kenny

" I…don't know…(breathing heavily) huff..." said Cartman completely worn out

" Lets go see." Kenny said as the two walked over

Kenny and Cartman moved through the crowd to see Kyle vomiting.

" Holy sh!t dude!" said Kenny

" Kyle!" Stan said as he watched his best friend puke his lunch out

Stan didn't know what to do.

" Cough, cough, (gags, vomits, moans) cough!" went Kyle as he continue to throw up

Kyle felt horrible, he felt like something inside his chest was being squeezed tightly. He finally stopped vomiting but he felt like he was falling backward. He felt something grab him, his eyes were closed, and the voices all around him were mumbled.

" Kyle! Kyle!" Stan yelled

Kyle was in Stan's arms breathing heavily.

" That looks…really…" Cartman began, still breathing hard

" Eric!" yelled Kenny

" I'm…just saying…it looks like…that."

" Where's Chef!" asked Stan anxious

" He's helping some kid who fell down." said Craig

" Damn it!"

Kenny grabbed a hose that was on the pole and turned it on a low setting.

" Wait what if he goes into shock?" asked a kid

" Oh yeah, I remember that, something about sudden changes in temperature can mess someone up." said Kenny

" Kyle, drink this." Stan said in a calm voice as he opened his bottle of water, " I'm taking him to the nurse then."

" Good idea."

" Ugh." said Cartman

" Cartman do you need to visit the nurse too?" Stan said as he helped Kyle up

" Un…no…I'm fine here." said Cartman exhausted, Kenny put the hose on Cartman, he seemed refresh by this

" Okay then."

Stan began to walk to the school with Kyle on his shoulder. Kyle was barely conscious.