A/N: well, here you go! Chapter two is up and yes, I will try and improve the grammar. I am an epic fail at grammar! .

That's why it took me so long to update, because I want to make sure my grammar is close to perfect! hehe...anyway

To everyone who didn't flame me in the reviews, thank you so much for your reviews and for enjoying my fic!!!

A special thanks to one person in particular who caught my grammar errors(^^), I really will try to improve! And i've learned my lesson about flames. Always put something like "no flames plz" in the author's notes. Expect to see something like that in the ending A/N's. LOL!

This chapter...is just kind of a filler where the boys are trying to figure out the list. And I have something to say about the way "they" figured it out. You ready? Okay.

I DID NOT COME UP WITH THE EXPLANATION FOR THE "REAL" LIST!! I GOT IT FROM A YOUTUBE VIDEO, SO DON'T GIVE ME CREDIT FOR IT! ALSO, I DID NOT STEAL THE EXPLANATION. IT WAS VITAL TO MY STORYLINE SO I HAD TO USE IT!

Okay. Just so we're clear. Please enjoy chapter two.

-TokyoMyah

*Still Craig's POV*

It was chaos in Cartman's basement.

Everyone was rushing around, setting up Token's laptop(Why the hell do we need one for this anyway?), setting up the little foldy chairs we used back when we were nine(used when Cartman, Stan and Kyle would pull us into their schemes), and putting together notebook pages with information on them.

Of course we were doing it at the fatass's house. He had an on-demand food&drink service(his mom), who didn't give a shit about what we were doing because she was smoking her crack upstairs and she was usually to high to care.

"Ok Clyde, Token you got that laptop set up yet?" Cartman's voice made me jump, as he yelled that right into my left ear. Damn that hurt, but I wasn't in the mood to argue about that shit right now. I simply flipped him off and walked over to where Tweek was standing.

"Hey Tweekers." I was greeted with a shriek as he turned around. 'Oh, h-hey Craig. I thought you were one of the gnomes for a second..." He started to shiver as I rolled my eyes.

"You and those damn gnomes! When are you going to realize that you only lose your underpants because you're a twitchy spazz?" I hadn't meant to sound so snappy but this day was starting to get to me.

Before he could reply, Stan, Kyle and Butters called us to go sit down on the chairs. Once we were all sitting, Cartman walked up onto the little carboard platform and started talking about some dumb stuff I could really care less about. God, I wonder if he's kept all this stuff set up for however many years. Probably.

For the third time that day I was brought out of my thoughts by everyone staring at me. Jesus what did I do(or didn't do)this time?

"Craig?" Stan sighed immpatiently. I flipped him off and then replied "What?"

"Were you even listening to us!?" He frowned and I simply replied "No."

It's awesome I still have my apathetic, nasily voice. Everything I say when i'm not really angry or happy comes out in this flat, i-don't-care tone, void of any emotion.

The four boys at the front of the room glared at me before continuing. "Okay, well than let's get started." Butters cheers and everyone goes over to Token's laptop.

There's a long silence before Clyde pipes up. "So, where do we start?"

"Well Clyde let's start with what we already know. You weren't number one." I snort.

Clyde glares at me and Cartman says to me"Woah Craig, get that sand out of your vagina 'cause you're bringing us all down." Clyde starts laughing just to spite me. He can be a real jackass sometimes.

So I flip off him and the fat ass and Kyle states "Well Bebe said that to move Clyde meant that Craig had to be moved to number twelve, which moved Jimmy down and moved Jason up."

"Well then let's start with writing down the fake list first. Does anyone remeber it?" Stan questions us. "I-i do Stan!" Butters says cheerily, as always.

"You actually rember that Butters?" Ha, there's that apathetic tone again.

"Well sure I do! I was number 11 and I was gosh darn proud of that!"

Fag.

Token typed away as Butters dictated the list to him. Everyone(excluding me) read out the facts that we knew and soon we had what we thought was the real list.

"I've got it!" Token announced and everyone(excluding me again) crowded around the small Macbook.

As their eyes scanned the screen, they all gasped. "C-craig? Maybe you should come look at this..." someone in the mass of thirteen year old boys said.

I walked over to the computer screen and almost spit out my gum.

The screen read, in clear 12-point font:

THE REAL LIST:

A/N

So? how was it? Suspenceful? Boring? Full of spelling and grammar errors? Ha!

I have to say...this was not the best thing i've ever written. Maybe I should get a beta reader(Yes, I write without one) Whatevs. Some grammar errors were on purpose(mwahaha) so HA take that grammar nazis! Okay...now about the reviews... I'm open to constructive criticsim(But don't be that harsh please!!) but i would REALLY apprieciate it if no one else flammed me, okay? I don't think any writer deserves to be flammed, unless their story really really sucks(and i define that as not one word spelled correctly, and no overall plot.) Okay? There was my rant. Hope you enjoyed reading chapter two.

-TokyoMyah