On my way to my house, I saw a car I was in the middle of the street and it wasn't slowing down. Fuck I'm going to be hit, and Craig saw I could tell because he was staring in horror. Perhaps nobody would remember me being a girl.
"Kenny!" Craig yelled, unfortunately Craig didn't know I couldn't die.
Craig was running towards me, and then he pushed me out of the way. The last thing I wanted today was for one of my friends to die, excluding Cartman. When he pushed me I hit my head and passed out, but not quite before I saw him get hit.
When I woke up I was in a hospital I saw Craig in another bed, alive! Then I realized I didn't have my parka on. I looked over to Craig and it appeared none of his bones were broken. I wonder if the car stopped right after he was hit. It looked like Craig was awake.
"Craig," I said.
"Kenny. Are you okay?" Craig said.
"Yeah, but are you?" I said, trying not to sound worried.
"Yeah," Craig said.
What the fuck. If I got hit I would most likely die, and Craig was perfectly fine. Then a doctor came in he knew who Craig was, but by the look on his face he didn't know I was Kenny.
"So, Craig who is this girl?" the doctor asked.
"Why are you asking me?" Craig said, obviously not giving a fuck.
"Because she might have suffered brain damage when she hit her head," the doctor said. Brain damage my ass, Craig who actually got hit, was more likely to suffer damage.
Well, since this doctor knows I'm a girl why not tell him I'm Kenny. "My name is Kenny." I said getting bored of this shit.
"Sorry, but I've heard of Kenny, and Kenny is a boy," the doctor said.
"My name is Kenny, I don't give a fuck if you believe me or not and I'm leaving," I said, but is it that hard to tell I don't give a fuck if anyone believes me? Just as I said that, I left.