If you survived chapter one, congratulations!
South Park copyright Trey Parker and Matt Stone.
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South Park Elementary - 3rd Grade.
Kenny's stomach growled. It was unusually bitter that morning, even for February in a white-trash mountain town. A hot Pop Tart would have made a nice filling breakfast, but he'd ended up splitting a slightly stale bread sandwich with his brother Kevin before shuffling off to the bus stop. He drew the laces of his parka hood tighter around his face both against the cold and the raised voices coming from Cartman and Kyle.
"For the last time fatass, it was Pontius Pilate that ordered the execution of Jesus. He was a Roman prefect, not a Jew!" Kyle said, exasperated and tugging on the earflaps of his everpresent green hat.
Cartman made a mouth with his gloved hand and made it talk. "Myah myah, blah blah, dippity-wah, Jew!"
"Shut up you fat fu-" Kyle stopped as the bus pulled up.
The bus doors hissed open revealing the snaggletoothed Mrs. Crabtree. "Git on the BUS!" she screeched. "NOW!"
"What a bitch…" Stan muttered as he climbed the steps.
"WHAT did you SAY?!" the driver stared at him, eyes bulging.
Stan smiled weakly. "I said math's a cinch."
"My favorite subject." Crabtree nodded her approval and turned her eyes forward, barely waiting until Kenny was on the bus to tear away from the curb.
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Ella Tweak was short. Even for a second grader, she was very short indeed. Her legs dangled as she sat at her desk, waiting for the lunch bell to ring. When the time came, she was one of the first out of her seat, grabbing her powder-blue coat as she ran for the door. She had to be first, not because she was hungry but because South Park Elementary saw fit to give the tiny girl a locker in the top row and she hated having the sixth graders laugh at her as she struggled to retrieve her belongings. She ran down the hall just as other doors were opening and skidded to a stop in front of her locker. She hitched up her jeans and stood on her tiptoes fingertips just brushing the lock. After a minute or so of straining, her cheeks were bright pink from the effort and she could hear the quavering voices of the sixth grade boys just down the hall.
Craig Tucker came out of the boy's bathroom frowning. He was pretty sure today was taco day. He hated tacos. Too spicy. He turned down the hall heading for the cafeteria when he saw a tiny girl, blond curls done up in ponytails jumping and trying to twist the combination on her locker. Heh. He felt his middle finger twitch and then realized that it was Tweek's kid sister. He glanced up and down the hallway and heard voices but didn't see anyone. He darted over and boosted the girl up, frowning deeper as she gasped in surprise.
"Shut up you little baby." He said with a nasally growl.
Ella was too grateful to be upset over being called 'baby'. She quickly worked the lock and popped the door open, retrieving a thermos. She snapped the locker door shut and Craig let her down as gently as his irritation would allow.
"Thankth Craig!" she said, her lisp coming from her missing two front teeth, which she displayed by offering him a quick grin before running off in the direction of the cafeteria and shouting "Thweek! I havth your coffee!"
Craig glared after her and suddenly felt the need to be wretched to someone to balance out the spontaneous display of kindness.
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"Jesus dude. Did you see the way Craig Tucker went after Pip like that?" Stan asked Kyle as they stepped off the bus after school.
"I know dude - that was crazy! He came out of nowhere. Then again, he does hate tacos." Kyle mused, a stray red curl escaping his cap. He heard Kenny mumbling behind him. "Cartman had to go to the dentist this afternoon Kenny, but he said we could meet him at his house after school. I bet he has some new toy to show off." Kyle balled his fists.
"Let's go by mine first." Stan added. "I bet my mom made cookies today."
Mrs. Marsh had, in fact, made cookies and set the jar down on the kitchen table and poured each of the boys a glass of milk. After a surreptitious glance at her boobs, Kenny tucked in to nearly a dozen cookies and two glasses of milk whereupon Mrs. Marsh shooed them back out the door, declaring that it was only 25 degrees and they ought to be out playing on such a fine day and Kenny quite agreed.
The trio made their way down to Cartman's house and, hearing voices in the back yard, came around back without knocking. Stan opened his mouth to say something and then put his hand up, gesturing for the others to be quiet.
Cartman was seated at a table opposite a little blonde girl in a powder blue coat. The pair were pouring tea and chatting amiably, surrounded by Cartman's stuffed animals including Clyde Frog and Polly Prissypants.
"Don't you think that Polly Prissypants looks fetching Miss Ella?" Cartman nodded toward the doll and took a dainty nibble from a Snacky Cake on his plate.
"Yeth Mithter Cartman. She hath thuch a nithe pink dreth." Ella took a sip of her tea and nodded primly.
"Did you see that ho Britney Spears on TV last night? Her ass is enormous."
"Garganthuan." Ella agreed and then caught sight of Stan and waved cheerily.
Cartman caught her wave and jumped up from the table, turning around to see who was there. Shit! He turned back to the little girl. "EY! I told you I didn't want to have a tea party, you little brat! Get your ass out of my yard!"
Ella stopped swinging her legs and hopped out of the chair. She flicked a tiny, defiant middle finger in an uncanny imitation of Craig Tucker. "Fuck you, fatath!" She pushed past the older boys and took off down the street.
Kenny watched the girl walk off, grinning crookedly behind his hood and then turned his attention to Kyle and Stan who were laying in to Cartman about Polly Prissypants.
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Yay. R&R always welcome.