Chapter Six
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Flight. A power I wish I had. The fact that birds could fly anywhere they wanted too... randomly decide to travel the world whenever they wanted to and manage to fly there, no questions asked really bugged me. It made me jealous. There had been plenty of times in the past in which I had wanted to be able to just fly anywhere I wanted, mainly to calm down or just think. Think about things that at the time, were behemoth and gargantuan but now... were insignificant. Flight... had always seemed like an attractive ability to have.
That is, until I saw Cartman fly right off his chair. Blood swirling through the air like a firework display as he twirled from his seat to the floor. Craig had given him one almighty swing with his fist, and now Cartman was on the floor, blood cascading out of his nose hap-hazardously. A short slow whine whimpered from Eric's mouth before it was cut off by a high pitched scream. This alerted Mr Garrison, who almost unintentionally knocked himself onto the floor with the speed he used to turn himself around. His eyes opened dramatically when he noticed his least favourite pupil scrunched up on the floor in a puddle of blood and tears.
"Oh my god", he mumbled to himself nervously as he rushed towards Eric. It was as if he couldn't believe what had happened, and he was now unaware on what to do. "Eric?". Cartman responded with a repeated scream, as more tears raced down his face. I couldn't really believe that someone as confident as Cartman could be reduced to 'this' with one punch. I couldn't say I didn't agree. When everyone had teamed up on me yesterday, Craig's punches had hurt more than anyones... but he hadn't hit with as much force as he had just hit Cartman. I looked at Craig, totally rendered speechless. He showed no emotion as he stared down towards the bloodied boy beside him. It was as if he hadn't realised that he had just possibly broken Eric's nose. It was like the punch had sucked him dry of all feeling. He had forced all of his anger and rage and wrath into that single punch, and with just the right angle it had shot through him into Cartman's face. I counted my blessings when I looked back towards Cartman. If I hadn't of moved backwards on my seat, I could've possibly been in his place.
"Err. Children", Mr Garrison began, flustered, "Uh. Go to recess or something", he whispered as he surveyed the severity of Cartman's injuries. Obviously I was the only other student concerned with what had happened as everyone else began to grab their bags and head outside. Some took their time, trying to get a better view of the aftermath of what had just happened, while others spoke in hushed whispers. Obviously creating their own theories on what had happened.
"That means you too brat", Mr Garrison snarled when he noticed I hadn't really made a move from my desk. His voice had successfully caused me to jump slightly, and I did nothing but turn to get my stuff and leave the classroom.
"Who did this to you Eric?", he asked carefully, obviously putting on a friendly tone that wasn't all too realistic. All he got in reply were more tears and more sobbing. I truly felt bad for the lad. I know he was an utter prick, but no one deserved a punch like that. Reluctantly, I lifted my bag from the floor and strung it over my back, before grabbing my hat from my des- Wait. The last time I checked Craig had stolen my hat. Had he given it me back on his way out of the class room? Maybe this was a peace offering of sorts? Or maybe just a form of bribery so that I wouldn't tell Mr Garrison who had hit Cartman. Either way, I slid the hat over my head quickly and rushed out of the classroom to try and catch up with someone. Anyone. Just so I wouldn't feel so vulnerable and alone.
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"What is it this time Yates?".
"I. I'm.. I don't know".
"Do we know who it is?".
"It's. It's impossible to tell. They... They were ripped apart. Ripped to pieces".
"S-Say again?".
"Ripped apart. Whatever this thing is... It. It needs to be caught and quick".
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"How was your sleep Mr Gore?", asked a sickening sweet maid as she shortened the distance between herself and the elusive Mr Gore, who was peacefully chewing onto a piece of toast after what he would describe as a great night sleep. He had spent most of the night plotting how to catch this 'ManBearPig' that he was so obsessed with. So much so, that he had probably only gotten around two hours sleep maximum. This was still a 'great' night sleep however, as he usually spent a lot less time sleeping, and a lot more time planning on how to catch the beast... and last night, of all nights... was the night in which he came up with the fantastic and fool proof idea of how to catch the monster. He needed to tell someone. He needed to tell everyone. Well... he needed to tell everyone except for those dirty lying thieves who would warn the ManBearPig of it's upcoming doom. He needed to be secretive and careful with this information, but at the same time he needed to tell someone about his ingenius idea.
"Sir?", the maid repeated, to which he faced her with an equally sweet smile.
"Great thank you". He gulped down a final piece of toast, before continuing. "What's your name?".
"Shirley sir", she squeaked nervously as she did a courtsey of some sort. Her accent seemed very Australian and her black bobbed hair looked as if it was threatening to fall off completely when she spoke.
"Well Shirley. Can I tell you something?". She looked around nervously, before reluctantly nodding her head. "Not here. It's a secret. I'm super serial". She wiggled her nose at him awkwardly.
"I don't...", she began confusedly before cutting herself off. "What do you suggest sir?".
"We need to be careful", he began, as if ignoring her question completely. "C'mon. We can sneak into my room", he continued with a wink. Shirley instantly blushed with a horrified look on her face.
"I'm not that sort of girl Mr Gore!", she almost shrieked as she shuffled away from his table in a panic. Al Gore just sat there, staring cluelessly at her shrinking figure vanish slowly out of the room. What ever she had insinuated completely muffled Al, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to know what she had been thinking. He wasn't too bothered what she thought anyway. He was just happy that he had finally thought of a way to grab that ManBearPig bastard at last.
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"What a-are you we-we-GAH-wearing? Oh Jesus!", Came Tweek's panicked voice as he rushed towards me. I was gobsmacked. Simply gobsmacked. So gobsmacked that I couldn't think of another word to describe myself except for gobsmacked. Yesterday, after all the chaos at school I had simply decided to watch television and then go to bed. Once I woke, I'd get washed, get changed and make my way to school for a normal-ish day of learning and playing with my friends. I hadn't expected to walk through the school doors and be met by... whatever the hell this was. Tweek waved his hand in my face nervously, while he twitched away, as per usual. I shook my head lightly in return to bring myself to my senses.
"What... What am I wearing?", I repeated in disbelief. "Tweek. You're... You're asking me what I'm wearing? What on Earth are you wearing!?". I was clad in my black school trousers, a red t-shirt, a burgundy jumper and my trademark burgundy beanie hat... Tweek however was clad in a pink jacket, along with pink trousers and some fake bling that he had hanging loosely on his neck. He had obviously tried to tame his hair as the majority of it was gelled down to his head. However, bits of it had sprung back to life in a crazy fashion. This... This something. Had the nerve to ask me what I was wearing, when he himself was wearing an outfit that would probably be better matched for a girl.
"Oh god! T-This is -ACK- bad. Y-You're gonna get- ridi-ridiculed", he spat nervously as he delved into his bag to pull out a small flask. As he poured himself something to drink, I surveyed the rest of the hallway and boy... was I going to get ridiculed. I mean... I'm not sure why I would be, but every other male was strutting around modelling some very, (in my opinion), distasteful costumes. As if on cue to make me feel more stood-out, Token, Craig and Clyde shuffled around one of the corners leading to the hallway, all mirroring the costume that Tweek had on right infront of me. Had I missed something? What the hell was going on? Had I fell through some portal to an alternate dimension or had people seriously decided that this look was the new thing? I turned back to Tweek who for once, looked calmer than usual. The aroma of coffee flew through the air as he gulped down the remaining contents of his flask.
"Tweek... Why. J-Just why?".
"Why w-what?".
"Tweekie Hun!". Tweek turned to the source of the voice; Token. He, Clyde and Craig strutted down the corridor to allign themselves next to Tweek. I grabbed onto my hat as if it were a reflex when I remembered how Craig had stolen my hat yesterday. Wait. That was yesterday wasn't it? Or had I been shot forward through time and space into some age where this was normal. As if sensing my insecurity, Craig smiled mouthing 'Long Story'. I nodded cautiously before lessening the death grip I had on my hat. Before I could fully let go however, Clyde had stepped forward and was clicking his fingers in my face.
"Those shoes with that top? I don't think so honey", he exclamed. Sassiness basically dripping from him. I felt my eyebrows shoot up my forehead when I pulled the most shocked and disbelieving face ever. What the hell was going on here.
"Hey!", I shouted. Finally realising that he was insulting my natural dress sense. I was not one for being vain or really caring about the way I looked, but he had just insulted how I normally dressed. It wasn't as if I was wearing some random clothing like he was, this was my natural look.
"Don't hate me cause you ain't me", He hissed spitefully. I felt my nostrils flare, but chose to just push past the quartet and head towards Kyle who was apparently the only other boy in this god forsaken school who hadn't started wearing feminine clothes. I didn't really like Kyle, but he had apologised to me about helping to beat me up so I guess that was reason enough to turn to him for an explanation.
"Hey! Kyle!". He turned on the spot, confusion and bewilderment engraved into his features. "What the hell is going on?". In return he shrugged both dramatically and seriously. I held my nose and started on my way to Mr Garrison's class room. I did not really care for what the hell was going on in the nutjob of a school, so the sooner the school day finished the better. Before I could actually reach the class room however, I was stopped by Red who was holding onto my arm tightly. I turned to look at her, only to have a smile rise up onto her face.
"What do I owe this pleasure?", I joked nervously, my cheeks reddening almost straight away. She chuckled lightly and shook her head.
"Nothing Nay. I just wanted to check if you had gone all meterosexual too". 'Nay' was my nickname apparently. I liked it. It was swe-
"Metero What?", I almost choked. Again she chuckled lightly.
"It doesn't matter. Just don't do what everyone else is doing". This seemed more like a plea than a threat, so I did the only thing I could. I nodded to show that I wouldn't. She smiled again before cutting her eyes.
"Wh-What?".
"You never told me what happened with Craig and Cartman yesterday", she whispered, clearly faking anger. I laughed at her bad acting, to which I received a smack on the arm. "I'm being serious Nay. Spill".
"Ow", I whimpered, rubbing my now sore arm. "If there's a bruise I'm coming after you", I jokingly threatened. She rolled her eyes playfully, but made it fully clearly that I wasn't leaving until I had told her what had happened. "They were arguing... and then one thing lead to another and Craig punched Cartman square in the face". She nodded her head, clearly realising that I was too lazy to go into detail about what had happened. I could tell by the look on her face that she would only bring it up again later though. Red was a gossiper, and she loved her gossip. "Didn't Craig get in trouble?", I asked with genuine curiousity. She looked at me thoughtfully before replying.
"Oh. Er.. No I don't think. Cartman didn't tell on him". I gasped to her amusement, as this factoid truthfully shocked me. I thought Cartman would want to get Craig expelled from the school almost straight away, but that didn't seem to be the case. Red noted my shock, and explained.
"Cartman was scared Craig would hit him again so he hasn't told anyone".
"Oh". Now everything made sense. "Where is Cartman anyway?".
"In the nurses office".
"Still?".
"Yeah... He's not in pain or anything. He's just scared to go walking around the school. He has to come in, but he stays with the nurse instead of going to lesson". Okay. Now I felt even worse for Cartman. He was clearly petrified to even walk around on school grounds.
"Where's the nurse's office?".
"That room down there". This time Bebe spoke, pointing to a door that was already part-ways open. I nodded my thanks with a pleasant smile, which resulted in me getting a glare from Red. I promised myself to ask her what I had done, but for now I wanted to check how Cartman was doing.
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Chapter 6 done and dusted! I'm thinking that Chapter 7 will carry on from this, basically describing the remainder of the day before Chapter 8 talks about the bus trip and the kids at the appreciation camp thing. Some people may find this chapter and the next a bit pointless, but I just hate it when stories skip a bunch of days to get to the interesting points. Maybe it's just how I am, but I literally have to write as much as I can or I'm unhappy with myself. I'm weird, I know. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this reference-filled chapter. The plot is realy beginning to thicken I think, but you guys would have to probably squint really hard to see it. Oh and the meterosexual fad isn't here to stay. I just knew that a lot of people really enjoyed that episode so I thought I'd reference it somehow ahah.
Before I forget... Thanks to 'Pardoxia', 'xandermatin98', 'Moosemac' & 'IhateMarySue'sSoooooMuch', for the reviews. They've both been helpful and made me feel committed in writing more. I messaged you all thanks but I'm not sure on whether I actually clicked send when I sent my thanks so I just thought I'd put it here ahaha. Thanks again guys!
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