Homeschooled?
A/N" Seems like a soap opera doesn't it? Review please, I'd like to know if its going the right way!
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"And why the hell would I want to help you out!" Wendy objected. Cartman sighed and looked down. He knew people didn't really like him. "Because, Wendy. Because Kristin means a lot to me. I mean sure, its just a third grade crush, but, I really think you can do this. You're like the scheming bitch everyone adores." Noone really adores her, but Cartman wanted this so badly, he needed to lie a little to get her on his side. Wendy thought for a moment. Then her face softened and she spoke, "Well.. maybe. I mean, how would we go about doing this?" Cartman reached inside his loose jacket, (loose because of depression and lack of food) and pulled out a handful of bills neatly stacked. Wendy nodded with an evil smirk and shook hands with the formerly tubby boy. He was in business. Although he did feel the pang of guilt in his heart... that money was supposed to be for a corsage for Kristin. For the upcoming Bay of Pigs Memorial Dance, of course. He was going to buy a baby blue one at the fancy store, he'd saved up for a few weeks. But this was more important. This meant he could be getting back his love from that asshole Craig. This dance was a huge event. He remembered back in 3rd grade, Kyle had this fugly hoe as a date. Her brother was cool, though. He kicked that Jew's ass all the way back to ... India? Damn, he had better start paying attention in class. He was going to take Wendy to that dance, and come out of that situation a bigger man, no matter what!
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"But Craig, what if I fall?" Kristin giggled. "Don't worry, babe. I gotcha." He was leading her into a room, covering her eyes with his hands. "Annnnnnnd... open 'em!" Craig excitedly uncovered her eyes. "Oh Craig! It's beautiful!" He had gotten her the turquoise dress she'd been eyeing for weeks. She held his hands, jumping up and down with him. They kissed again, and she smiled with releif, hoping everything was finally working out for her. Maybe. He held her close and just hugged her. They just stood their, arms around eachother. "HA HA, Cwaig's got a giwlfwiend!" His little sister stood in the doorway. He flipped her off with a mean look. She flipped him back and stuck her tounge out. "Go away, brat!" he yelled, not taking his arms off Kristin. She flipped him off with both hands and walked away. Kristin giggled. She could relate. She also had a younger sibling who annoyed the hell out of her. Man, this was great! If only she could stop thinking about Eric.. he'd be all alone at the dance.
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Stan was walking along the lonely road, the only one that he had ever known. He didn't know where it went, but it's only him and he walks alone. He could literally hear the guitar accompanying him. He was somewhat jealous of Tweek, but he couldn't do anything about it. It was simply pointless. He sighed with remorse, and made his way along the lonely, lonely road. He didn't even recognize some of the houses on this street. He turned around and walked backwards. Where the hell was he! None of the houses looked familiar. It kind of looked like.. Massachusets. He bumped something, falling over. "DAMN, DUDE!" he held his ankle, it was throbbing like hell! He looked up. He'd probably hit a statue or a fire hydrant. But all he saw was a pair of big hazel eyes. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" She helped him up. She had medium brown hair with striking red highlights. They picked up the amber flecks in her eyes. Stan softened. "Oh, I'll be fine. Just a little shock," he chuckled, easing the pain. The girl blushed a little and held her hands in prayer position. "H-hey would you like to come up to my room?" she offered nervously. "Whaa..?" he looked puzzled. He'd never even seen this girl before. Why was she so forward? She looked sorta punky, with her Willy Wonka shirt. "C'mon!" she grabbed his arm and pulled him into one of the unfamiliar houses. He went blank for a moment, but, shook from his luck these days. Everyone in his class was scrambling for a date, and no other girl even bothered to acknowledge him. Little did he know that Wendy had forbidden any of them to go to the dance with him. Once they got up to her room, she blared some Flyleaf: "I'm so sick" from the computer. "I'm Lauren. Don't ask what my last name is." He laughed. "Alright, I'm Stan Marsh." The next half hour was one of the most stress-releiving conversations he'd ever had. They talked about their likes and dislikes and all the shit eachother to deal with, and how they coped. He thought, Wow. This girl is so different from most of the girls at school. She's so pure... no scheming or bitchiness. Just a nice personality and a good sense of humour! "Umm.. sorry to ask this, but, I've never seen you before. Do you go to South Park Elementary?" She gave him a knowing look. "Oh, no. Father would never let me go to a public school. I'm homeschooled." Well that explains the great personality. No public school to screw you up. "Haha, I wondered. Well, would you go to this dance with me? It's on Friday night. Just some stupid tradition, but people really get into it." Lauren thought for a moment. "Well, alright. South Park Elementary isn't that far. I guess I'll see you then." He brightened. Maybe things were looking up for him. Lauren blinked her hazel eyes and let out a long breath. "LETS WATCH 'CORPSE BRIDE!'" she exclaimed. "That new Tim Burton movie? Sure!" She tugged him out of the room to watch the romantic Johnny Depp/Helena Bonham-Carter movie. While they were watching, he'd put his arm around her shoulder and held her. It was a nice feeling. He'd just have to make sure that she never, ever, EVER meets Wendy Testaburger.
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Bebe and Kenny had planned to go to the dance together as well, and although he couldn't afford a dress for Bebe, she didn't care. She would just wear her old pink frilly dress from last year. She wasn't materialistic at all. Even though Wendy's disapproval of Kenny was hurtful, she decided not to give a damn this time. She felt the releif of freedom, and even though it was a 'friendship' at expense, she'd suddenly realized why people didn't conform to the scheming girl world. Kenny would wear his $2.99 at J-mart aqua tux, and his black cowboy ribbon tie.. thing. It was good enough for her, but only if he'd take off his coat a little more often. Kenny was a pervert at heart, but she'd nabbed him anyway. Sure it was likely that Kenny only liked her because she was the only fourth-grader with boobs, but come on, he loved her. It was all good in the hood.
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Tweek and Carly were clearly going to the dance together, so they were just shopping for a dress and a sexy navy blue tuxedo for Tweek, to set off his aquamarine-green eyes. They walked hand-in-hand, scoping the "A la Mode" fashion shops in the uptown 'fancy shmancy' side of upper-class North Park. Many a time did they stop at certain areas concealed by shadows, and shared moments of affection. Nothing could tear them apart. Not even a raven-haired bitch with a bubblegum pink hat. Not that she knew of, anyways. She'd made her point clear when she 'totally beat the shit out of her' weeks earlier. What was up with Emily and Kyle? Not too long ago, they were the couple of the century. Second to Tweek and herself, obviously. But, really. Clyde Donovan had swooped in and stolen Emily against her puny will. Things were pretty fucked up all right. But, at least she had her knight in shining armour. She kissed his quivering lips and held his hips against hers. An older couple, in their twenties, passed them, 'Aww-ing'. Carly rolled her eyes. Tweek pulled her by the hand and pointed out a navy suit with a red dress shirt underneath. The pants were ultra small, and the top looked glum and tattered in just the right places. Carly smirked. "Haha, you'll look like an Emo Slice. Love it! Plus, it'll show your hot abs!" She applauded happily. They entered the store to purchase the sexy suit.
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Emily mixed the hot chocolate powder into the boiling water. She wore dark grey sweats and a loose black hoodie. Her hair was piled on the top of her thin head in a small, messy, asian bun, which wobbled around as she put the spoon in the sink. She walked up to her room and sat on her bed. She sipped the hot chocolate and placed the mug on her bedside table. She bit into some strawberry ice cream and lay down. She had hit rock bottom. She was about two weeks behind in her homework, and felt like a dead person all the time. Her sisters tried to talk to her about bulimia and other eating disorder shit, assuming she'd become an anorexia nervosa victim, considering she wouldn't eat and had no energy. She flicked the TV on and played some FRIENDS dvds. It was all she did. Drink hot chocolate, eat cookie dough and ice cream, and watch FRIENDS until nighttime. Then, she would sob into her Jack pillow all night. She was living a dumped girl's life. It didn't help her depression that the dance was a few days away, and Kyle would no-doubt be going with his soulmate Wendy. Her life was a blur. It was a scary, dark, surreal, depressing blur. Everything seemed to happen so fast, people echoing in her mind as she slow-mo'ed through all the hysteria. Later on, Clyde had come over to watch a movie. All she could watch was "The Nightmare Before Christmas," but she'd started to sob at the end when Jack and Sally kissed. Everything reminded her of Kyle and how she'd lost him. Nothing was real, it was all bullshit planned by the Queen Bee. Clyde asked her to go to the dance between Emily's suicidal sobs. She'd dried her red swollen eyes and hugged him. He was a friend, but he had feelings. She, sadly had no feelings for him, but he was a great listener. Of course her integrity was long lost, but she had nothing left to lose. Going to the dance was a little conventional for someone like her, but, she didn't want to lose face and not go. It meant defeat if she didn't face Kyle and Wendy with a little dignity. She accepted Clyde's humble invite with a smile. He smiled back, confused at her sudden change of mood, but didn't want to question anything for fear of 'Feminine Things' being brought up. He left her house victoriously and prepared every move he was going to make on Friday night.