Days passed, and I had started to get used to my new lifestyle.
I didn't know any person of my age yet, but my new family was really kind with me, and me and Kyle became very united in such a short time: it seemed that we had always been brothers...
I admit that I was pretty worried about the reaction of the other kids, especially Stan, because I thought that they would have been jealous of the fact that their friend was happy to play with someone that had just arrived, but they had actually accepted me happily and they helped me to spend the days that preceded the beginning of the school in a funnier way: between canoe trips and sledging competitions, I'd also learnt to understand what Kenny said!
The only one that seemed still doubtful was... "Cartman" I said to Kyle the evening before the beginning of the school, while we were in our bedroom
"What?" asked him, putting a notebook inside his rucksack
"I don't understand why he's so hostile with me" I explained "I don't like to have enemies..."
"Cartman has ONLY enemies" pointed out Kyle "He's a fat ass, cynical, arrogant, antisemitic, racist..."
"Yeah, but he also has flaws" I laughed
Kyle laughed too and resumed: "Just give him more time, he'll learn to appreciate you: you're fun and kind, and above all you're not Jewish..."
"Io hope so" I sighed, watching him closing his school bag "Are you ready for school?"
"Yeah, but I know we're not doing anything tomorrow" admitted Kyle "And you? Are you afraid of your first day?"
"I'm not going to Alcatraz, Kyle" I laughed, sitting on my bed and starting preparing my rucksack "I think it won't be so bad..."
The following morning we left the house together, because all the schoolbuses in South Park stop at the same place and very close to each other.
The first bus was the one I had to take: "Good luck, G" said Kyle, while I was getting on the bus
"Thank you, dude" I replied "See you later for the soccer training"
Yeah, it was also my first day of job, and while I was listening to music and watching the landscape out of the bus window, I thought about one of the last sentences that were pronounced by the previous coach: "The level is too low"
Well, I knew that soccer is not the main sport in the US, but I was seriously wondering about what I had to expect: I decided that it would have been a further problem, and that I had to focus on my first day of school.
My thoughts were interrupted when the bus stopped in front of a yellow building very similar to the elementary school, with a big banner: "South Park High"
I entered there, and the school was in line with my expectations: a typical American school, with lockers and various posters of a cow, that had to be the school mascot.
I asked information to the caretaker: "Excuse me, where is the 4B?"
"Go straight on 'till the end of the corridor, and then turn right" explained him "It's the first class that you'll see"
I thanked him and followed his instructions: the room was big and it's walls were full of maps of the world.
I chose one desk and when I seated on my chair the first professor entered: she had brown hair and black eyes, and I estimated her age between 40 and 50.
"Good morning, class" greeted the teacher, sitting on her desk
"Good morning, Mrs. Mulhouse" the whole class answered
"Welcome back to school" said her "Is there anybody missing?"
"Yes" confirmed a black guy with short dreadlocks "Ortega is missing"
"Hum, she's never late, but I'm sure she'll arrive" sentenced Mrs. Mulhouse, changing topic "I know that here we have a new student that comes from very far, right?"
I stood up: "Here I am!"
"Fantastic!" exclaimed the teacher "So I think you could come here and start telling your new schoolmates about yourself"
"With pleasure" I reached her desk and started talking "Hello, I'm G and I come from Italy! I love traveling, soccer and music and I speak..."
I was interrupted by someone who was knocking at the door: "Come in" ordered Mrs. Mulhouse
A girl entered the door, and I was totally hypnotized by what I saw: she looked latin-American, had brown hair and two, beautiful green eyes.
"Hi, guys" greeted the girl "Sorry for being late"
"No problem, Jessie, you can take a chair" said the teacher "G, if you want you can go on"
I went on, but for the rest of the day I couldn't take my eyes off that girl.
History, Maths, lunch, Spanish, Science: subjects passed and between a note and another I observed her, 'cause I'd never seen someone so beautiful in my life.
The sound of the school bell brought me back to reality: it was training time.
I took the bus to the elementary school, and when I arrived I found Kyle, Stan, Kenny and Cartman out of the building.
They approached to me: "We were waiting for you, G" said Stan "How was your first day?"
"Interesting" I smiled "My schoolmates are nice, and I also have a beautiful girl in my class"
"Has she big boobs?" mumbled Kenny under his coat
I wasn't surprised from his language: Kyle had told me that he was an expert on that theme, but I cut the conversation: "Well, later I'll tell you something more, let's go training"
Thirty minutes later I was on the football pitch, with ten 9-year old kids that formed a circle around me: "Hello, guys" I began "I'm your new soccer coach: my name's G, and before telling you what I want to do, I want to know your names"
I looked to a blonde child: "What's your name?"
"Oh boy, oh my god, I'm the first one!" he said, excited "Butters Stotch, sir"
I laughed: "Don't call me sir, you're not soldiers and I'm not your master: coach is enough, who's the next?"
The team was completed by the usual four, Token Black, Clyde Donovan, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak and Bradley Biggle: "Ok guys, for this first training I prepared some exercises to see how much athletic are you"
The first one was a simple run with obstacles and plastic circles, and here I understood the sentence of the previous coach: they were incredibly slow and fell repeatedly.
Cartman was surely the worst one: "Come on, Cartman, you can did it" I encouraged him
"Yeah, fat ass, go!" shouted Kyle
Nothing to do: "I think you have to lose some weight to play" I said to him at the end of the exercise "You're too fat"
"I'm not fat, coach" Cartman justified himself "My bones are large"
"Yeah, yeah" I accepted, ironically "Let's take the ball, now, and conduct it through the pitch"
Things didn't improve, because their touch wasn't so sweet as it should have been and they always lost the ball or collided against another people.
Stan and Kyle were apparently the only ones that could do properly what I asked them to do.
I ended the training with some penalties, which showed me Kenny's ability as a goalkeeper, although the shots were not so powerful, except for Stan's and Kyle's.
I whistled three times: "Nice training, guys, go and have a shower"
"Were we good, coach?" asked Token
"Yeah" I smiled "But we have a lot of work to do"
Almost all of the players left the pitch, while Kyle, Stan, Kenny and Cartman remained there with me: "Now you can tell us the truth" sentenced Stan
"Well, you were..." I started
"We suck?" asked Cartman
"Shut up, fat ass" Kyle stopped him
"You can say it" said again Cartman "We know that here there isn't anybody able to play soccer properly"
"No, no" I tried to say, but then I admitted "Yes, a lot of you are terrible players: we need a miracle to win Saturday's match"
"We need a miracle also to make a good impression" pointed out Kyle "Bradley and Butters suck, but Cartman can barely move..."
"Goddamn you, stupid Jew" replied Cartman
"Stop it, guys!" I exclaimed "We play with seven players, but everybody has to play at least 20 minutes, this is the rule: I think we're going to suffer a lot..."
"We're gonna think about it in some days" declared Kenny "Now could you tell us about that big-boobed girl that you like?"
We burst out laughing and I concluded: "See you later, after the shower: and please, behave yourself"
"I can't promise you that" smirked Cartman, going to the vesting room with the other three.
I smiled again: in spite of everything, my very first day had been pretty good...