It was actually 3 in the morning before I found myself in my bed, awakened by the sound of my father dragging his ass in the door.
I guess he was out at the bar.
It didn't really matter to me, because now that school had started, my time with the assholes would be limited.
At least I didn't wake up pissed at the world this morning.
When I went out to get a glass of water, my dad gave me a weird look like he didn't recognize me for a second, so I looked right back.

"Hi, dad."
"Kenny, yer hair is outta control, boy. Have your mom fix that tomorrow…"
"Alright, dad." He really was reasonable most of the time, if a little sloppy.
Well, to his family anyway.

Mom was the one that went apeshit, and mostly at dad anyway. The only time she ever got mad enough to lay a hand on me I deserved it and I know damn well I'd have hit me too, if that makes any sense.

I didn't go back to sleep that night, mostly because dad passed out after throwing up (in the sink, thank god).
I had to take him to him and mom's room.
It wasn't too hard, because I wasn't weak or anything.
He was drooling and everything, but he always did that.
I think I must do this twice a week.

Every time my mom gets all mad and smacks him upside the head, and calls him a lazy, good-for-nothing, low-life piece of shit.
I guess she was too tired from being a damning bitch all day, because she slept right through me heaving him up onto the bed.

When I thought Kyle would be up, after a while of watching TV with my brother, I called his house to see if he would be taking me to school.
Maybe he was that pissed.
I guess my clock's fast, because he wasn't awake when I called.
Kyle was always up before me.
I'm a lazy shit, like my dad.
I believe that's the only trait I really share with him though, because I don't think we're really related.
I mean, redhead + brunette blond?
Nah.

"He…llo?" he said through a yawn.
"Kyle?"
"…Kenny, take your hood off. We're on the phone."
"Oh, sorry," I obliged.
"What is it, dude?"
"I was just wondering if you were gonna pick me up today…" Please, please, please.
"Oh…well, yeah. Of course I am." Thank God. Sometimes I could kiss that boy.
"Oh, sweet."
"Why wouldn't I?" Jesus Christ, I wonder…
"I don't know…Ignore me, I haven't been sleeping well. Sorry if I acted funny yesterday."
"Me too."
"Cool."

After an awkward silence, I ended the conversation, or attempted to, "Hey, I gotta uh…brush my teeth, dude."
He gave a laugh that breathed itself into the mouthpiece, "Is that kinda like washing your hair?"
I grinned; at least we were on joking terms, "Whatever."
"Oh, and dude…try not wearing the hood today."
"Uh…"
"Just do it, man."
"Alright." I wonder why everyone suddenly cares about my hood…?
Conspiracy? I think so.

It was apparently Butters' birthday. Our lockers are close together, and it looked like one of his friends decided to deck it out with birthday wishes.
Alternately, someone else had added their wishes to this as well in dark green ink.
Assholes.
It put a damper on the day, I guess, because he looked pretty bummed. That is, in the first few seconds he saw it, he seemed pretty sad.
I think he's actually sad most of the time.
No one's that happy.

Stan decided to seek me out to bitch about Wendy today, and I could also hear Wendy across the hall bitching at Cartman about something.
I wasn't listening to either of them.

Butters and I have almost the same birthday, but I think he's a year older than me. He always was a year older than everyone.
Maybe his parents wanted him to have an "advantage".
The only time I noticed was in 5th grade when his voice kept cracking.
Also, he still had that same stutter, didn't he?

Things never seem to change in this town.

Pip still talked like a weirdo.
Butters still stuttered (ha ha, the cleverness of me).
I still wore a hood.
Stan was still whiny on occasion.
Cartman was still a bastard.
Kyle still acted all mature and shit.
Craig still had a middle-finger issue.
Mr. Garrison was still gay.
Bebe's tits were still sweet.

It's like South Park is stuck in "retard".

After a minute I was broken from my thoughts as a Senior shoved into me, leering as he passed.
He was still an asshole.

Also, it's weird what changes.

Cartman wasn't really fat anymore, so much as he was chubby, with just a little extra.
Kyle wasn't wearing that gay hat anymore, but his hair still looked like it had a brain of its own (along with a stomach, heart, and lungs, of course).
Stan's hair was really short, and he was shorter than me.
Actually, just about everyone was shorter than me.
I'm almost 6'2.
Oh, and Butters' hair wasn't doing that…puff thing anymore.
I guess he grew out of it.
Thank God.

After Stan had picked up where he left off, my eyes shifted, I guess, because before I knew it I was staring at some girl, and it wasn't her face.
She caught me, and I deserved the sickened look I got, I suppose.
I was poor, after all.
Don't get me wrong – it doesn't irritate me as much as it came off as yesterday.
It's just some days shit gets you down, you know.
I think it's kind of funny how fathers warned their daughters against me.

Among the "hmphs", I seemed to be getting a bit more attention from the ladies.
Some people didn't even seem to know who I was, but those that really knew me beyond a few classes recognized me instantly.
I guess it's the eyes, the skin, or maybe the height.
I dunno.

At lunch I decided to ditch the other guys to sit next to the losers again.
Wait, I guess it's mean to refer to them as that.
Since Butters had shown those few moments of hurt, I decided to slap my lunchbag down next to him.
He looked at me and grinned, so I guess it made him glad, "Happy birthday, Butters.""We- well, thank you Kenny," he said, almost swelling with the happiness.
He was one weird kid, but he was just so sweet.
How could people stand to give him a swirly?

After a while, I came to learn that the French kid called himself the "Mole".Who the hell wants to be called Mole?
Also, I think he's a smoker too.
One more person to bum off of.
Cartman smokes too, and Craig, along with Tweek (I think).
I don't know much about Tweek, he sort of gets too upset too much.

Butters invited me to his house after a while, because I guess he's having a little party.
I guess I'm going.
I'm making him give me a ride though.

SOME JUNK I WANNA SAY: uh, so...I know a lot hasn't happened yet, but you can't really rush it, I don't think.It's better to lay out some background and get the characters settled into their respective...er...character. Thanks for the compliments, you...uh..two. XD