"Cartman, you egotistical son of a bitch! Slow down!" Wendy Testaburger screamed slamming into the passenger side window, as her boyfriend Cartman was speed racing against Craig Tucker down the winded road toward South Park High School.

"Shut up Wendy! I'm in the middle of almost kicking Craig's ASS. No one fucks with Eric Cartman, and gets away with it!" Wendy slammed her head willingly against the glass window in high annoyance. Why did she have to get involved with him? Everyone warned her. But she chose not to listen. One of the most stupid mistakes she'd ever made. After the final sharp turn, the bold print of South Park High was flying into view. Hopefully Craig won, better yet, she hoped nobody won this damn race. If Cartman won, she'd never hear the end of it. If Craig won, she'd never hear the end of it. So either way she wouldn't block out her boyfriends rants or gloats. Well, at least this is the last day before spring break. Then a whole two weeks of hanging with friends!

"I still can't believe that black asshole beat me! He beat ME! How the fuck does that happen Wendy? I mean, seriously. I am the racing KING! No one should beat me!" Wendy groaned bringing her head to the cafeteria tables. She hated when Eric ranted. It was so annoying. And boy, could he hold a grudge.

"Cartman still going at it?" Wendy's best friend BeBe Stevens asked approaching the table. Even though BeBe's voice was muffled by her arms Wendy still heard her. And groaned louder. Signaling yes. The blonde laughed. Fixing her blue button up shirt and black skinny jeans she sat across from her. Patting her arm reassuringly, Wendy got up to get some food, BeBe tagged along. After already eating.

"So where are the boys?" asked Wendy referring to Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, and Kenny McCormick. BeBe shrugged her creamy shoulder

"I haven't seen Stan or Kenny, but Kyle was in the library last time I checked. He said he was working on some project due for Garrison. Can you believe we still have him after ALL these years?" BeBe asked.

"I know. Even though Garrison has mellowed out over the years. He's still a hard-ass, come on though, lets go look for the boys" Wendy replied walking towards the entrance

"Won't Cartman notice you're gone?" BeBe asked looking over at the table where she and Cartman resided. Finding him not there, but over at Tweek Tweak's table, ranting and raving. The already twitchy blonde was now a spastic mess. Wendy eyed her smirking.

"You were saying?" BeBe looked at her friend in annoyance and dragged her to the hall.

"Bite me" she spit. Wendy laughed.

Kyle Brovfloski typed profusely at the keyboard. Trying to finish Garrisons essay on the book The Tale of Two Cities before going batshit insane. As he heard two voices, both females, approaching him. He thankfully looked up, eying his blonde friend BeBe, and the Raven beauty Wendy. He breathed a sign of relief.

"Hey ladies" Kyle said cracking his knuckles with a well needed crack! Wendy flinched. BeBe looked on in disgust. Her blue eyes squeezed shut as her mouth twisted in a grunt

"Ew Ky. Stop doing that around us!"

"Sorry Be, needed too, I finally finished this goddamn six page essay. After non stop typing" Kyle fought.

"So have you decided what you're doing this spring break?" Wendy asked taking a seat next to the red head. Kyle nodded.

"Yeah, Kens driving through the out back of Colorado. The woods out there take him to the main road. We were going to Universal Studios. He said you guys can come. It's already me, Stan, Cartman. And you two. If you wanna go?"

"Hell yeah we'll go! It'll be so fun." the girls chorused.

"Awesome. So did Kenny finally tell Stan how he feels?" Wendy asked.

"Nah, not yet. He's nervous as hell Stan'll reject em. I feel for him. So he's in no rush"

"Yeah I hear you. The bells gonna ring soon! We gotta go! See ya Ky. Text Ken and tell em we're coming"

"Already on it." Kyle replied flipping out his phone, texting him a quick 'yes' and shutting his phone, and darting off.

Kenny's POV

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Taking out my outdated piece of shit, I was forced to call a phone, Kyle's word popped up on the screen

Yes

Cool the girls were in. I figured I'd plan a group trip to Universal for a fun two weeks of laughing, games, and insane rides. Since this is our last year in this hell hole. Might as well make the most of it with them, and maybe finally confess my feelings for a certain sapphire eyed raven. I couldn't tell you how long I've liked him. Ever since we were young. That's for sure. But I can't tell you the age. I sighed as my phone vibrated again, startling me out of my memories.

Speak of the devil. Stan Marsh.

What did the girls say? I typed my response smiling as I did so.

They're in. Pack tonight. We leave tomorrow morning. 8 AM sharp. Tell the others. I gotta make sure my dad's car's gonna be available

Slamming my phone shut, I walked to the entrance of the school. Considering I'm in Votech, a program for kid's who are probably not going to college. Or maybe just not so sure. I can leave early. My house is about ten minutes away, so I make it home by 12:30. I walk in the door and mom's sitting of the couch watching Jerry Springer. She hears the door, and says hello, throwing her arms around my waist. I'm about six feet tall. My mom is about five foot exactly so she can't reach my neck.

People think I have a bad relationship with my family. I don't my mom's pretty awesome. And my dad stopped drinking so much. We still live in the shack. But I mean, we're content. It doesn't take much to please us. My dad's a mechanic. He used to work in a meat shop back when he was young. He wouldn't tell me where. Something told me he didn't wanna talk about it. So I never pushed him. I kiss my mom's cheek and smile.

"Is dad working on cars outback?" I ask. My mom nods. Her firey red hair sways slightly from her head moving. My mother is beautiful. Sea green eyes with a few freckles on her cheeks. Flawless peach skin. Straight white teeth. High cheekbones. My dad was lucky when he got her. She's still beautiful after three kids. She's skinny and so accepting. Another reason why I love her. She tells me dinner will be ready around five. I offer to help, she declines and said I helped last night, that it was Kevin's turn. I smile and nod. Walking out back where my father is under the hood of a '68 Chervil muscle car. A classic.

"Sup dad?" I said grabbing a Coke out of the cooler. Sitting on the back step as my dad wheels himself out to greet me

"Hey Ken. What do you need?" he's not annoyed, but he smiles. I smile back.

"I was wondering if I can borrow the Mustang tomorrow." The Mustang was a car I restored on my fifteenth birthday. My dad eyed me. And nodded curtly

"Careful though Ken, it's expensive. Don't speed. And always make sure you lock it up" my dad said tossing me a set of keys. I nodded."

"So are you still going to Universal tomorrow?" he asked

"Yeah. Kyle, Stan, Wendy, and Cartman are coming" my dad nods sipping a beer.

"Three in the back one in the front" he said. I laugh

"What roads are you taking?"

"The back roads in the woods just exiting Colorado, heading up north" My dad blinks. Paling slightly. Had I said something wrong?

"Son, listen to me, you can't go through there. Please! Heed my warning. It's severely dangerous" my dad is pleading now. I don't know what to say.

"Dad, I'll be okay. I promise. Nothing will happen to me. I can assure you I will be perfectly fine and safe." his mouth opens to protest. But he shuts it before he can say anything else.

"I know son. I know" was all he said, I looked at him. His eyes glazed over. He shivers lightly. I can barely see it, the beer in his hand quakes forward. Goosebumps are all over his exposed arms. Something must of happened to him when he was younger. And it must of happened in the woods. I wanna ask. But he's in no condition to speak properly, and I don't wanna push him.

Somehow, I have a feeling I'm not as safe as I think I am, but it's too late. I'm already reassuring myself.

I know nothing happened yet! But I don't wanna rush this! Kenny's out of character with his parents, they don't fight. And Kenny loves them. But they still are of the poor backround. Thanks for the reviews so far!