I cover my ears as Cartman's car makes a loud screeching noise. His old red pickup has a missing mirror, a missing window, and the paint is peeling off so bad that nobody that doesn't know it's red would ever know.

"Stan, get in," Cartman shouts from the window. "I'm driving today!" I climb reluctantly into Cartman's shit with wheels. I find Kenny and Kyle already inside.

"Why is Fatass driving today?" I ask.

"Cause Kenny's car's in the shop," Kyle replies.

"It broke," Kenny says, grinning. "And this truck'll go any second."

"Shut up, Kenny!" Cartman shouts, pulling to the stop sign. "You'll jinx my truck!"

"I don't think this piece of shit needs a jinx to break. All it needs is a speed bump," Kyle responds. Kenny and I laugh.

"Ey!" Cartman says, pointing at us in the rear view mirror. "I can kick you assholes out whenever I want, so watch what you say!"

"Please do, we don't wanna be here when this car explodes," Kenny says.

"Yeah, and if we walk we'll miss school," I point out. Kenny and I high-five.

"Hey!" Kyle exclaims, pointing at us. "You guys are friends again!" Kenny nods. Kyle claps. Cartman rolls his eyes.

"I talked to Wendy yesterday. We're cool again," I inform.

"That's good," Kenny says, not seeming too sincere. We hear a swerving sound.

"GODDAMMIT! GET OUT OF THE FUCKING ROAD, DUMB ASS!" Cartman shouts angrily, flipping off a Toyota Camry. We see the finger sticking out of the Camry's window too. Kenny, Kyle and I laugh. Cartman angrily pulls around the Camry to see who's in it.

"Holy shit, dude!" Kyle exclaims. "It's Clyde!" Kenny and I look around Kyle to see.

Kenny sticks his head out the window. "Hey, Clyde, wanna hang out with me tonight?"

"Can't," Clyde says, tearing his eyes off Cartman. "I got some plans." Kenny pulls his head back in.

"He's got plans," Kenny states.

"Yes, we know," Cartman says.

"How could Clyde possibly have plans? Nobody likes him," Kyle asks.

"Don't be so mean, Kyle," I say. But it is strange. Clyde never does anything on the weekends except studying. But I push this to the back of my head as the truck's loud squeaking indicates we're at school.

Wanna hang out tonight?

I crumple up the note I just wrote and toss it at the black curtain of hair in front of me. Wendy turns around and picks it off the floor. I wait as she scribbles something down and catch the note as it's tossed back.

Can't. I have to go somewhere tonight.

I sigh. Where the hell could she be going now? I write my thoughts on the crumpled paper. Wendy takes a while to respond.

I have to go to an Art Show with my parents.

I read the loopy writing. My brain laughs. An art show? Man, that's gotta suck! I wouldn't go to an art show if my life depended on it. But that's what I like about Wendy: She's got class.

Okay, some other time.

"Wendy," a voice startles me from the front of the classroom. Wendy folds the note under her desk and puts it in her skirt pocket.

"Yes, Mr. Garrison?" she asks politely.

"What is in your hands?" he questions accusingly.

"Nothing, sir," she replies, putting her empty hands on her desk and looks innocently up at the teacher.

"Then you will be able to tell me which character just won the battle against who."

"Orlando won the battle against Charles, and Duke Frederick is upset, so he tells Orlando to leave," Wendy recites. How the hell did she know that? I don't even know what book we're reading.

Mr. Garrison looks surprised. "Well… uh… very good, Wendy." And he begins his long drone on whatever we're reading. I pull my iPod out of my pocket and but the ear buds in my ears as I pull my hat over them. The rest of the class creeps by as I get from the song "American Idiot" to "Don't Stay". As rest of the class stands up, I spend some time putting stuff in my backpack. Craig and Tweek are arguing in a corner, Red is talking to Kyle on her cell, and Clyde is saying something to Wendy. I want to hear what Clyde's saying, but Red is jabbering so loud about Kyle's "curly, sexy hair" that I can't catch a word. I leave the room soon after Craig angrily storms out.

"Oh, God, sorry!"

"That's fine," I say as I bend down to help Bebe pick up her books. I really should watch where I'm going so I don't run into people.

"Hey Stan," Bebe says.

"Hi Bebe, what're you doing?" I ask.

"Oh… you know… waiting for Wendy," she replies, looking irritated.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

"Oh, nothing. Mrs. Choksondik just gave us a lot of homework," she replies. She seems pretty upset about something, but I have better things to worry about right now. It's lunch time, and they're gonna run out of pizza before I get there, I just know it.

I rip the cushions off the couch, looking for my game controller. I'm going over to Kenny's tonight, and I need to find my controller so we can play Call of Duty.

"Hey turd," says a voice behind me, "Mom's gonna kill you when she sees the mess you made." I turn to find my sister Shelly standing behind me. I stare at her for a while, realizing she's wearing makeup and she combed her hair really nicely.

"Are you looking at my earrings?" She asks.

Oh crap not again. "N-no of course not! I mean yes, cause they're so- wait, Shelly!" All I get is a kick in the shin from Shelly.

"You'd get more, turd, but I don't want to mess up my hair. I have a date tonight."

"Oh, um that's good," I say, pulling out the controller that had been wedged between two of the cushions.

"Whatever. Mom and Dad went out so they said you can have whatever you want for dinner," Shelly replies, rolling her eyes.

"That's okay I'm leaving anyway. I'm going to Ke-"

"I don't care what you do, turd!" she interupts, slamming the front door behind her. I grab some other games I like from my room upstairs and come back down to hear a knocking sound.

"Hello?" I call, looking through the empty house. "Shelly, is that you?" I pick up a bat and walk into the living room. A female voice that sounds like it's been crying comes from the window.

"St- Stan? Can I- can I maybe come in?"

Guess who's at the window? I'm not telling! But I DO have a trivia question for you. What Shakespeare play was Mr. Garrison refering to when he asked Wendy about the fight? I'll give you bragging rights if you answer correctly. Please review! I love reviews! They're so pretty