Thursday - 21 days before the murder
We are uninvited guests
In this melancholy world
And soon you learn
That the only thing worth to treasure
Are the people that actually care
- Enclave Sonic Syndicate
Act 1. STAN
There she goes again. She is looking at our table. When I say our table I mean the table that Cartman, Kenny, Kyle, Butters and I was sitting. We are always together, and I really enjoy their company, even though none of us asked for Butters. Well, at least not Cartman, Kyle and I. Kenny didn't seem to mind, surprisingly.
But yet, she was looking at our table. And by her I mean Wendy, of course. I don't have any interest in her at all, but it was when we started ninth grade, just one week ago, I noticed that she was staring at our table. I couldn't say who she was looking at, but she really seems to be interested in that person.
I asked Kyle about it, but he haven't noticed anything. If he hadn't seen anything, then I guess it wasn't something to worry about. That's how Kyle was. He sees and hears everything, he knows everything before anyone and he is not even the social with everyone, it's like he have a sixth sense. I took one last look over to Wendy's table, but now she was talking with Red and Bebe. So I turned to my friends and started to listen in the middle of Cartman's never ending blather.
"… ignoring all boys." Cartman talked with food in his mouth again. "That faggot uses his so called "beauty" to hypnoses the girls. We need to punish him."
"Just because you're jealous that every girl in school likes him?" Kyle was already done with his lunch.
"Have you already forgotten what he did to you?" Cartman said while he dried away some food from the corner of his mouth.
"N-no, of course not." Kyle said.
I finally realized who they were talking about. They were talking about our teacher in History and English, Mr. Jones. The girls say that he is handsome, smart and gorgeous, while we boys think he is just a fag. But last Wednesday we saw another side of his fag face, and did something that I'm never going to forgive him for. My fist tightened and looked at Kyle. He had is face down, eyes hidden under his hair.
"Listen, we have to do something to make sure he never fucks with us again! Something cruel and evil." Cartman said.
"That's why we have you." I said, looking over the table at Cartman.
"Well, I haven't come up with a plan yet." Cartman took the last of his lunch with a big bite.
I looked at Butters, who didn't say a word as always and Kenny was unusually quiet today, and he looked like he was in another world.
"That's stupid, Cartman." I heard Kyle say and I looked at them.
"It's not, Jew! He doesn't live far away, so why not? We just have to sneak in and find something that will take him down. DOWN I SAY!" He shouted the last words. Some few looked his way, but he ignored them.
"Do you want us to sneak inside of Mr. Jones house?" I asked with a low voice.
"Yes! It's perfect!" Cartman dried his mouth one last time. "Think about it. What if we found porn magazines or maybe even posters? He maybe is a little child with dolls everywhere? We could check his computer! Maybe he got strange pictures of himself…"
"Cartman, is it really…" I didn't finish, Kenny cut me off.
"Let's do it."
Everyone looked at him.
Cartman grinned.
"What do we have to lose?" Kenny said.
"Hum, I don't know, our grades maybe?" Kyle snapped.
"Kahl, it's not like he's going to know we were there." Cartman said.
"What if he finds out? What's gonna be your excuse?" Kyle patted with his fingers on the table.
"Stop thinking so negative, he's not gonna find out anything! Except one thing; don't fuck with us South Park kids."
"C'mon! Let's do it!" Kenny says, smiling of excitement. "It' gonna be so fun! An adventure, just the four of us! Like the old times." No one noticed that Butters had left the table when Kenny had started to talk. He just disappeared, and no one of us even cared.
"Well, just for the old times." I said.
"Old times." Kyle said, a little smile played in the corner of his mouth.
"And revenge!" Cartman said, rubbing his hands together with an evil smile. .
"So let's go right after school ends, about 3 pm, right?" Cartman seemed eager to get away from school. More eager than usual, which only happens when he has a plan.
"The teachers doesn't left work before 5 pm, so if we hurry to get there, we should have plenty of time." Kenny said, planning together with Cartman. Kyle and I just listened, agreed or disagreed. We even forgot the time so we almost came late for Math, not that we cared. We hadn't started working in any books yet, so it wouldn't matter if we skipped it, Cartman and Kenny texted each other the whole hour, giggling and sometimes burst out in a hysteric laughter. Kyle didn't seem to notice, he just looked out of the window, and when the class ended, he didn't even move from his seat right away. It was like he just woke up and realized that he must leave the room. He didn't even seem to be in the mood to talk about it.
We met up with Cartman and Kenny by their lockers.
"Mind telling us what was so funny?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
Both Kenny and Cartman laughed again.
"We just made up stuff what we might find at you-know-who's place." Kenny said, still in the middle of the laughter.
"Kenny came up with we would find a new world filled with candy." Cartman said.
"Cartman came up with that if it would happen we all could swim around in the soda fountain and when you-know-who got back we would pretend that we were drowning." They laughed once again. Neither Kyle nor I found it particular funny at all.
"It's was funny back there, ok? Did you see Mrs. Annabelle's face when she thought we would never shut up? Oh, if I just had picture of that!"
Both Kyle and I exchanged a glace. Cartman was really in a good mood. He never laughed this much a day, or maybe even week. He must really enjoy the fact that we're going to sneak into our teacher's house.
Act 2. CARTMAN
Finally.
Finally something is happening! Finally we're going to make something that's gonna be huge. We're going to take you down, Mr. Jones, even if I have to do it alone in the end.
I don't care if you made fun out of Kyle, but if you make me look like an idiot you're going to pay! I swear, by my mother's grave, that you'll regret it.
Sure, you haven't done anything to me yet, but I know that you're waiting for the chance, a chance there you'll try to make me cry.
The other didn't know, but in the two last classes I planned on my own how I can scare that bastard who calls himself teacher. But I guess it didn't work out any good. All things I came up with are stuff I had already done before. It actually became boring to think of it later on.
The only one who seems interested in sneaking into Mr. Jones house was Kenny, so I talked a lot with him about what we were going to do.
Our teacher in Biologic was sick, so we had the whole hour to talk. I, Kenny, Stan and Kyle were sitting by a table in the corner to make sure that nobody was listening.
"So, how do we get inside of the house?" Stan asked.
"Well, in the movies everyone has a key hidden somewhere near the door." I answered simply.
"This isn't a movie, fat ass!" Kyle snapped. Gosh, what was wrong with him lately?
"How do you know he doesn't?" I reply.
"I don't, but do you really think people do that in real life?" Kyle said.
"It's worth a try." Kenny said. "Maybe a window is open? Maybe he doesn't even lock the door? I mean, he lives in forest."
"It's sound's stupid." Kyle said.
"Everything sounds stupid in your ears!" I shouted. Everyone in the room looked our way, but when they saw it was Kyle and I they looked away, uninterested. They were used to it after all these years.
It's not that we fight every day, but these days I'm getting pretty pissed off. Kyle is trying to make me look stupid, like an idiot out of his freakin' mind! He hated the fact that I could be right once in a while. He really though I had no brain.
Stan tried to calm us.
"Dude, we go there and check. We don't know if the door is unlocked, and that's why we're going there, right?" Kyle signed next to him, leaning back against the chair. He was defeated, but not by my words. I wanted to bring Kyle down as much as I wanted to take Mr. Jones down. No, I wanted to bring Kyle down so much fucking more than I wanted to take down anyone else! But he had to wait a while, I had a few things to before anything else.
"So, do you think we need anything before we get there?" Kenny asked.
"A good speed to run if he catches us." Kyle said. Oh brother, there he goes again. But I didn't say anything this time, because I guess he was right.
"I don't think we need anything." Stan said. "Gosh, it is 30 minutes until class is over, and I feel pretty excited about this." Stan stretched his arms up in the air.
"E-excuse me." Someone said behind me. I turned around and saw it was Butters. I sighed and asked him what he wanted.
"I just wondered if you had got this." He held out a bunt of paper.
Kyle took a look at it.
"Where did you found this?" He asked.
"On top of the teacher's desk, I-I thought it was today's information."
"You don't seem to have told anyone else." Kenny said, looking at the others in the room.
"Mrs. Williams is not here. She can't blame us for not doing it." I said, getting pretty tired of having Butters talking about something totally uninteresting.
"Well…" Butters started.
"We're not doing it, Butters. Just leave." Kenny said and Butters turned around and left.
Act 3. KENNY
I hated the fact that Butters was trying to make contact with us. I didn't know what he wanted, but I have no interest in finding out either. Too bad that he is also is invited to Tokens party tomorrow night. Well, in fact everyone in class was invited. Everyone is supposed to bring something to drink, but it always ends up that some had brought too much, so it didn't matter if I didn't bring any.
I liked going to parties. I always ended up putting food to my family in my backpack, nobody ever noticed in the morning. Well, it happened one time when I got to drunk so I forgot the backpack at Clyde's. It didn't make a big scene, but it sure was pretty embarrassing.
"So, are you bringing something to Token's tomorrow?" I asked when Butters was gone.
"Nah, mum won't let me have the bottle we have." Cartman said, crossing his arms over his chest, making an upset face.
"I asked Shelly to buy some, we'll see when she comes home today if she really did it. You know how she is." Stan said, laughing.
"And Kahl? I'm sure your mum haven't giving you the permission to go to the party." Cartman laughed.
"To be honest, Cartman, my mother trusts me and actually bought me a bottle this Monday." Kyle said with a pleased smile. "She says that I can't drink a whole bottle by myself."
"You can't, because you'll pass out only after half of it." Cartman laughed again. I thought it was a bit funny too, because that was precisely what happened the first time Kyle drank. I smiled towards Kyle, a sorry-but-that-was-actually-funny smile. Stan did the same.
"Ha ha." Kyle gave us a dry laugh.
"So your mom actually bought you a full bottle?" Stan asked, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward, to see Kyle better.
"Yeah, I was pretty surprised too." Kyle seemed pretty pleased with himself. It's not often that happens. "But I'm glad that she lets me do it, a part of me thought she would "protect me all life."
By there I thought Cartman would say something like 'yeah, it's surprise me that she let you go', but he didn't. He wasn't even looking our way. I tried to see what he was looking at, and if I didn't know Cartman as well as I do, I would think that he was looking at the girls table, but that couldn't be. Cartman was not interested in girls, and especially not them in our class.
"So" I said, with a long "o" to catch Cartman's attention again. "Do you think someone of you will get someone in bed tomorrow?" I smiled, and I saw how both Kyle and Stan blushed.
"At least I think I'm going to get someone!" I smiled widely. To tell the truth, I didn't know if I was even interested in getting someone in bed. But I had to play the role as "Horny-Kenny".
"Keep your dirty mind to yourself, Kenny." Cartman said, with a louder voice then necessary. And then the bell rang.
Act 4. KYLE
It happened on Wednesday afternoon in the first week of ninth grade. My favorite subject has always been English, and I never thought that I would change my mind in just one single day, but I guess I was wrong.
Mr. Jones talked about what we were going to do this year, and what we had to do to reach what points. I rested my head against my hand, trying to focus on something at the same time I was listening. When I didn't find anything I opened the last page of my notebook and just started to write down a few of words from the songs I liked. I do that kind of stuff; create a few poems with some words from other songs, even if I'm not serious about it, but it could be fun to have in the future.
The girls in the class studied Mr. Jones body. He had the perfect volume in his honey colored hair, and his dark brown eyes were deep with emotions. He was well built and he walked between the desks while I talked, let every girl study him clearly.
He made it clear already the first day that he was single and lived down in a cheap house in the woods. The girls seems very eager to know all about him, so they had giving him a bunch of stupid questions.
His favorite color.
His favorite food.
His favorite season.
His favorite restaurant.
All that kind of shit that we boys didn't even care a rat's ass about, we just sat there and wished the class could end as soon as possible. And when it did, the most of the girls stayed to ask him more.
The days that passed the girls just looked at his body, and talked about him at lunch.
Cartman commented something that made a few laugh. I looked up but didn't get at all what they were talking about. Mr. Jones stood next to Cartman's desk and started to explain something.
I just signed and keep writing down what I had in my mind. It didn't end up good but it was okay I guess:
It's time to forget about the past
To wash away what happened last
Hide behind an empty face
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for mile till' I found you
With every breath that I'm worth
I didn't get to finish the last line until someone behind me grabbed my notebook and pulled it away from me. When I turned around I saw Mr. Jones standing there, reading my text I just had written. His face was indescribable. He took a step forward so he was next to me now, he put a condescending hand on my shoulder and said; "My, my, here we got love and pain I see."
He laughed and I felt how my heart almost stopped beating.
Did he just laugh at my text?
He took my notebook and stood in front of the whole class, smiling evilly. He waved it a bit in the air like he waited for someone to say something.
"Do you want to hear?"
No one answered. No one could believe what he was saying, not even I. Was he really going to make fun of me right in front of the class? A teacher? Was he serious? And to answer my question, he started to read it, loud and clear, with a ridicules theater voice.
Cartman laughed, but I couldn't hear him. When Mr. Jones was done, he dried away a fake tear.
"Oh, so beautiful!" He joked.
"For fucks sake!" Stan cried out from the back of the class room. I looked away from Mr. Jones and looked at Stan instead. He stood up, and he looked really upset. He gave me a look, and then he looked at Mr. Jones again.
"You can't do that!"
Mr. Jones didn't say anything, he looked more like he was thinking about what to say. When he seemed to have made up his mind, he closed my note book and gave Stan a superior smile.
"I can't, Mr. Marsh? And I thought that I just did." He walked down to my desk again and put my notebook in front of me again. "Stop gay around, Mr. Broflovski. Writing poems and loves songs can you do at home, but here we pay attention to me."
I couldn't find any words. I couldn't believe what just had happened. I didn't even dare to look into his eyes, so I just nodded while looking down on the notebook.
Mr. Jones returned to his position in front of the class. Stan was still standing up, looking over at our teacher like he waited for something. Their eyes met for a second and then the class ended. The bell rang loudly and I was out of the class room before anyone could even reach the door. I didn't care who yelled my name, I just ran so nobody could see where I headed.
I ended up behind the school's gym hall. I sat down and pulled my knees to my face and cried. I've never felt so embarrassed in my whole life. And by a teacher of all! It would be a whole different thing if it was Cartman who did it. Mr. Jones is not the one I thought he would be, not at all.
I heard how someone was coming close to me. The person came up to me and sat down close next to me. I could hear his breathing. It was fast, like he had been running. I looked up and met Stan's kind eyes.
"Hi there." He said with a soft smile. I giggled, and he put his arm around me shoulders, pulling me close. When Stan was around, it didn't take me long enough to stop crying and feel better. Stan was like a magic spell that made me feel better just by being near him.
We stood up and Kenny came around the corner. He walked up to us.
"You ok?" He asked me.
"Yeah." I put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm fine"
Act 5. CARTMAN
Mr. Jones house was small. Max two people could live inside of it. There was no basement, and no upper level. I could guess it was around 2-3 rooms, kitchen and bathroom. It had a terrace by the front door, there we searched for the key. We had tried to open the door, but it was locked.
While Stan and I searched around on the terrace, Kenny and Kyle went around the house to find an open window. There was no key under the carpet by the door, and not under any vase of flowers.
"Maybe his smart enough to take the key with him?" Stan had said, but I had ignored that comment.
I opened a big box that was lying on one side of the terrace, but then we heard Kyle yell after us. He ran around the house and find them pointing at an open window.
"Sweet." I said.
The window was not fully open, but it was a great gap so one person could get through, with a little help to get up. I couldn't see clearly what kind of room it was on the inside, but it light walls.
"Alright, Kahl, get in there with ya." I said, looking at Kyle.
He looked confused at me. "What?"
"You heard me, get in there."
"But why me?" Kyle protested.
"Because, you're skinny enough to get through." I said. Why was he so goddamn stubborn?
"Kenny is much skinnier then I am!"
"Kenny is too damn tall!"
We all glared at Kenny. He sure was tall, he was much taller than any of us, then I was the second tallest, then Kyle and Stan was the shortest. Well, Stan was not short, he was just a few inches shorter than Kyle, who was just a few inches shorter than me. Kenny is too tall to even compare with us.
"C'mon just do it! Get in there and open the door!" I grabbed Kyle and begun to lift him up, Stan and Kenny helped me, while he protested. We shoved him through the window like a piece f cake. We heard a bang, followed by Kyle's cry: "Ouw!"
"Go and open the door, Kyle!" Stan said and we all ran back to the terrace. When the door wasn't open right when we got there I yelled and banged the door.
"Open for God's sake! We don't have all fucking day!"
"Easy." Kenny said behind me.
When Kyle finally opened door I stormed in.
Finally.
I wanted search through the bedroom. The bedroom is where people hide their secrets, and that's where I wanted to begin. Mr. Jones computer was standing on his desk, so I pressed the start bottom right away. The others had followed me, looking around without touching anything.
"Guys, what are you doing? Start searching!"
Now they looked like 'oh, why didn't you say that from the start?', and they split up in the room. I sighed loudly and turn back to the computer.
"Oh, goddamn it!"
Why didn't I think of it earlier? He's a teacher, of course he uses a code to his computer! God fucking damn it! I smashed the laptop shut and begun to search somewhere else in the room. Kenny was in the kitchen, I heard him looking for food, that poor bastard. I couldn't see or hear Kyle, but Stan was looking in the drawers of the nightstand. I started to get through the drawers by the desk. The first one was filled with pens. A whole lot of them. Who the hell collect pens? I closed the first drawer and opened the second.
In this I found a notebook and nothing more. I took it up, and turned up the first page, feeling a little more excitement then I did with the pens.
J. Jones was written on the first page, with blue ink. Not very interesting. I turned to the next page and found last week's schedule. I put it back in the drawer.
The third and last drawer was locked.
Suspicious.
I turned around to see where he could hide the key.
"Did you found any keys, Stan?" I asked.
Stan looked up from what looked like a photo-album. He shook his head. "No key."
"Try under the pillow!" I said. No, commanded.
I watched how he reached his hand under the pillow, but shook his head once again. So our teacher has a little secret after all.
Act 6. KENNY
I don't know why, but I didn't like being inside of Mr. Jones house. Sure, he had food that I grabbed and put in my bag, but it was something that made me feel really dizzy. Most of the time we were there I sat on a chair in the kitchen. I felt really happy when Kyle said we should get out of there.
Stan stopped me when I was on my way to open the door.
"We can't go through the front door!"
"Why?" Cartman and I asked.
"Because, if Mr. Jones comes home and he's door is open he'll know that someone has been here." Kyle said before I could say anything.
"But how are we going to get out? Cartman is too fat for the window." I said.
"HEY!"
We decided that Cartman and I would go through the door, while Stan and Kyle locked from the inside and went through the window. It worked out perfectly. Stan and Kyle came from around the house and we started to go home again.
"We have to go back." Cartman says.
"What?" Kyle exclaimed. "We didn't find anything in there!"
"Well, he has a locked drawer I want to open." Cartman explained.
"I'm not going back there."Kyle said.
"Well, be a goddamn pussy all your fucking life then…"
"Too bad we didn't find a candy world." I said before it got worse. I hated to listen to Cartman and Kyle fighting. They are both so stubborn and never wanted to give in.
Cartman burst into laughter at my comment and I laughed with him, Stan and Kyle just shook their heads and smiled.
Just like the old times.
Act 7.
Neither one of the four boys knew it, but the time has started, it's counting down now. Soon it was only 20 days until one of them is being found dead.
I used these two songs to create Kyle's poem;
A Beautiful Lie - 30 Seconds To Mars/A Beautiful Lie
Last Night On Earth - Green Day/21st Century Breakdown