BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Nnnnnnnn, fucking hell." I mutter hitting the clock so it turns off.
I lay in bed for a few minutes thinking of all the ways to get Cartman back, all in all I have to get up for school. Making my way downstairs I hear mum and dad faintly talking in the lounge room. They're talking about how to punish me, sadly it involves me going away for a week. I have to go to that Regroup Centre, I've heard lots about it. It's kinda like the gay camp Butters went too, it isn't good. Anyway I sigh and pass the lounge room, mum and dad stop taking and make their way towards the kitchen with me. I get out some cereal and start eating.
"Kyle, me and your father have come to agreement." She starts.
"We think it's best if you go to the Regroup Centre for a while, to clear your head and think about what you've done." He states in front of me.
"I understand." I frown.
"Good, now you leave tomorrow we already made settings for you to go and they accepted. So you'll have plenty of time to say goodbye to your friends today." She finishes.
I smile faintly and continue eating my cereal, soon enough Ike joins me. He takes his bowl and sits right next to me, I think he might of over heard the conversation of ours.
"Where Ky go?" He says in his sweet baby voice.
"Ky's going away for a bit Ike. So your gonna have to be good for mum and dad while I'm gone." I explain to the Canadian.
He looks saddened, but continues to eat his breakfast as so do I. I finish in a matter of time and head upstairs to get ready for my last day of school for a week. I get out my clothes, books and other school utensils. I grab my bag, put on my clothes and head out the door in the cold snow. I make my way down the to the bus stop and see all three of the boys there, I stand next to Kenny and sigh.
"What's wrong Kyle." Stan asks politely.
"I'm being sent off to the stupid Regroup Centre." I frown.
"Regroup Centre? Like the thing Butters went to?" He questions.
"Yeh." I sigh.
"For h-how long?." Cartman chokes.
"Only a week." I answer.
"What are they gonna d-do?" He stutters.
"Probably just tell me that what I did was bad, anyway what would you care fatass. It's your fault I'm going there." I snap.
"S-sorry Kahl. Um I think I have errands to run I'll see you guys later." He spits.
The fat chubby boy runs the other direction while we pile on the bus. Weird he seemed to of stuttered quite a lot. Oh well at least I don't have to see him for a week, as well as thinking of ways to get him back. Sometimes I think Cartman isn't that bad, I mean his mum adores him. But the poor kid doesn't even have a father figure. But that shouldn't be worrying me, I sit next to Stanley as per usual and look out the window.
"Please come back the same Kyle." Stan whispers.
"I will."
We get off the bus and I head to my classes, I didn't really pay any attention to any of Garrisons ranting all I wanted to do was get revenge on Cartman, but how? I started thinking of ideas and such, then it hit me. I got the greatest plan in all of South Park. I start drawing out the plan for Cartman, more ideas run through my head and I end up putting every evil thought that comes to mind. This will be perfect.
School ends and I head home with my plan and a frown on my face, I hope the week goes fast it won't be any fun without Stan or Kenny. I get home and mum has my suitcase packed and everything, I just let out another sigh and get in the car. It isn't long until were at the Centre it's full of kids older and younger than me, so it isn't a place with specific ages. Mum walks me into the building and says the details for my stay. There's a whole bunch of kids in the hallways being taken in and out from their rooms, which I must say are pretty small. Mum turns around and leaves without saying a single word, the employers just take me to a room and give me my stuff. It isn't at all Eco friendly, but I've at least got a room mate. Who hopefully isn't that crazy. He sits on the bed, with the shadows covering completely all of him. I gulp in which he hears me and starts to speak.
"What are you in for?" His deep voice mutters.
"I uh called my mother a disrespectful name." I reply.
"Just that?" He smirks and comes closer towards me. " I killed a man."
My jaw drops as I back away from the tall fellow, his smile gets bigger as he gets closer towards me.
"Please I-I won't trouble you I just... Don't hurt me." I wail as holding my hands near my face for some sort of protection. Then all of a sudden he just starts laughing, I quit cowering and look up at his face which is covered in tears of laughter.
"Huh?" I say in confusion.
"You should've seen the look on your face!" He laughs.
"So you didn't kill anyone?" I question, still having precaution of him.
"Nah, I'm just in here for vandalism." He says wiping his eye.
"Well, at least I'm not with a psychopath." I nervously laugh.
"Yeh, well how long you in here for?" He states taking a seat back on the bed.
"I think just a week. What about you how long you been here?" I respond.
"Bout a month, your about my fourth roommate." He smiles.
"Well names Kyle." I say putting my stuff on the bed opposite of him.
"Daryl." He replies.
For the rest of the 5 hours we had until lights out, Daryl showed me the important places in the building. Like the dining room, the outside training and where the rest of courts were. We head back to our room which is 53 which is an inconvenience, it was so far away from everything.
"So don't know if I'm getting in personal, but what made you call your mum a whore?" He questions.
"Well, there's this kid at school. His names Cartman, let's just say he bullies a lot of people for his satisfaction. He decided to play a sick joke on me because of my hair." I pull of my hat and show him my bright red hair.
"That's pretty low of him." He says looking at my hair.
"Yeh, but I'm getting him back the second I get out of this place." I say tucking in pieces of my hair.
"Y'know revenge isn't always the answer." He says with concern.
"But he's being doing it for so long. I just don't know how to get anything else through to him."
"Maybe he just needs a close friend." He suggested.
We got to our room and and i lay on my bed, just staring at my ceiling. Maybe Daryl was right, maybe all Cartman needed was something like me and Stan had? But what about Butters? They're really close right? I guess not. But anyway apparently these guys get us up at 5am in the morning, so I better get rest.
A few hours later I awake, I lie there for a for a little bit until I get up to look in my backpack. It's got the plan for Cartman, I look over it. All in all it isn't really good, I mean he's become Hitler for Christ sake?! What have I done? I look at the plan once more all it is, is me going into Cartmans room and filling his floor with honey flour and eggs. I sigh a bit and rip up the plan in quarters and throw it in the bin. I zip my bag back up and lay back down. It isn't long till they start to wake us up.
"These two sleep like damn logs, they won't wake up!" I faintly hear the guard.
"Watch this." The other mutters.
Soon enough he drags a coffee mug against the small line of pipes on one side of the room. I shoot straight up from the sound and look around. Daryl must have done the same he looks at me in such confusion. The guards laugh and walk away, Daryl simply groans and lays back down. I rub my eyes and do a morning yawn, I get up and with the small sink they've given us with the bathroom I splash water over my face. Grabbing the towel I wipe my wet face and head back into the bedroom.
"So now what?" I say questioning Daryl who is lying awake on the bed.
"Well usually you'd have to be dressed at this point, but I don't really bother." He frowns.
"You mean they won't do anything?" I ask.
"Not for me, they're sick of me." He shrugs.
"Oh."
Daryl was right we weren't disturbed for the rest of the day, so I just stuck with lying in bed and sleeping for a bit. About 11:30 I start get bored and hungry, Daryl's left and I have no idea where he went since I was sleeping. I got up, stretched and once again went and washed my face, and headed to the door and walked out. Many of the kids there were in there rooms being lectured or if you were young enough being told stories like 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf' and being given the telling of how what they did was wrong. I end up at the cafeteria place; since I was hungry. I go to the line and was given a sandwich and a drink. I take a seat at a spare table and start eating.
"That's my seat." A tall low voice says.
"You better get outta here kid, Henry hates it when kids are in his seat." A perky looking guy said.
"Didn't know, sorry." I shrug continuing to eat my sandwich.
"Well are you gonna move?" He smiles.
"Maybe when I finish I mean it's just a seat, there's plenty more." I look up at him.
"Yeh but this is my seat." He states coming closer to me.
"Well, sit with me then." I say taking a sip of the apple juice.
It was quite amusing seeing this guy being held for something, the desperation in his eyes to sit were I was, was baffling. Soon enough he took a seat down on the other side of me, a few looks were given at him and me.
"Why are people looking at us?" I question.
"Cause usually I would've picked your skinny body up and thrown you half way across the room." He says.
"Then why didn't you?" I question once more.
"I-" he cuts himself off as pain starts motioning all over his face.
"Sorry, forget I said anything." I quietly add.
"No it's okay at least someone should know. I kinda just heard my mother is diagnosed with leukemia, and knowing my father he just got up and left. So if she goes I won't have anyone to be with." He sighs.
"Oh, um Henry is it?" I smile.
"Yeh, Henry Mathewston." He completes.
"Look I don't think I should put the term 'I understand' because whatever stage your at, I've never been there. None of my friends have been diagnosed with something so serious like this. Well apart from Kenny." I start.
"Wait Kenny McCormick?" He looks up.
"Yeh? How do you know Kenny." I ask.
"He used to buy off me." He pulls out a packet of drugs and slides them across the table. "Mind given this to him?" He finishes.
"I-I-I guess so, jee I never knew Kenny was so far in like this." I stuff the packet in my jacket and fold my arms back on the table.
"Yeh, not for long though. He only started this sorta thing about a week ago." He smiles.
"Still, I remember when the whole cheering thing was intact." I sadly state.
"Cheesing? Little Kenny cheesed?" He says surprised.
"Yeh, it was hard to get him off it too." I sigh.
We keep talking for a while about him knowing Kenny, and I try and erasure him with all I can about his mothers diagnoses. The poor guy only has a week left but his mother is only staying on life support for two days after that. Talking a little more and keeping him company, were still getting looks from the elder and younger kids. Henry laughs at small compliments and add ons I say, and the other kids are surprised. Soon enough Daryl comes in looking for me. I wave for him to come over and his eyes widen up the second he sees who I'm talking and sitting with.
"Oh, t-t-there you are Kyle." He stutters.
"Daryl? Daryl Ebony? Is that you?" Henry says turning to see him.
"H-h-hi Henry." He stutters, again. Jeez what's up with him? It's like he has some trouble talking to Henry.
"You two have met before?" I question braking silence.
"Yeh, me and Daryl used to hang out all the time. Then we just stopped, so how have you been old timer." Henry smiles.
"Yeh, yeh um same ol same ol. How's Lucy?" He questions.
"She's leaving." Henry frowns.
"What? What'd ya mean?" Daryl asks nervously.
"She's diagnosed with a cancer Daryl." His voice cracks.
"Sorry, uh Kyle can you come with me." He looks straight threw me as if I wasn't there but he's talking directly at me.
"Uh yeh of course." I get up and put my rubbish in the bin." I'll see you around Henry" I smile.
"See you." He slouches back over the table and sighs faintly.
"Bye Henry" Daryl mutters.
We head back to our cabin and Daryl jumps on his bed. I take a seat on my bed and kick off my shoes, lie down and let out a sigh.
"What's happened between you and Henry?" I state.
"Nothing, like he said we were friends one day then the next, we barely talked." He replies.
"Well something must of happened?" I ask.
"NOTHING HAPPENED KYLE, OKAY JUST LEAVE IT." He yells.
"Sorry." I quietly add.
We sit there until they take us out for showers later in the afternoon. Sadly washing my hair takes forever and we only get a bit of amount of time in the shower. So I have to leave with it half combed, so by morning it'll be a giant hair ball of red. I put on my Terrence and Phillip pajamas, brush my teeth and comb what I can of my hair. I get in the duvet which isn't at all that comfortable, hopefully they wash them at least. I get comfortable and close my eyes it isn't long until I fall asleep.