Chapter 2: The assignment
The four boys, Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny, stood at the bus stop on a school morning. "Dude, what's taking the bus so long?" Stan asked. "The bus is never this late."
"Why do you care?" Cartman asked. "That means less time of school. And more time to rip on the filthy Jew without getting any trouble."
"Shut up, Cartman!" Kyle exclaimed.
The bus finally got there, and the boys got on. They sat in their usual seats. Stan and Kyle sat together, and Cartman and Kenny sat together.
"Dude, I think I came up with lyrics for song," Kyle excitedly told Stan.
"Really?" Stan anxiously asked.
"Hey, who says you were the song writer?" Cartman, who was leaning over Stan and Kyle's seat, angrily asked.
"Calm down, Cartman."
"Hey, for our band, I'm the song writer, keyboarder, and the singer. I'm in charge of that. I didn't say you could write anything."
"Cartman, it's just a song for Stan and I," Kyle said.
"Yeah dude," Stan replied, "sometimes we like to play, just the two of us."
"Then you guys are fags!" Cartman sat back down.
"You can show me at lunch time."
"Ok," said Kyle.
When class started, Mr. Garrison, as usual, told the students to shut up. "Ok, now I have a very important assignment for all of you."
"Oh brother," Cartman complained.
"Eric, is there something you need to say to the principle?"
"Oh, no sir."
"Then shut up. As I was saying, I have a very important assignment for all of you. I want each of you to write a paper on your future."
Craig rose his hand.
"Yes Craig."
"How are we suppose to write our future, if we don't know what are future will be?"
"Just make it up. Write what you want to happen in your future. What will your job be? Will you get married and have kids? It's all up to you guys."
Cartman rose his hand.
"Yes Eric. Good greef."
"Does it matter how long it is?"
"Just make sure it's long enough to explain your future. Now everybody get started."
"What's your future gonna be like, Kyle?" Stan asked.
"I don't know, yet. I never really thought about my future."
"What do you wanna be when you grow up?"
"We're both gonna be rock starts together, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Stan started writing on his paper, as well as Kyle did.
"Hey Stan, would you like to read my paper?" Wendy asked.
"You're finished already?"
"Wow, you're fast," said Kyle.
"Would you like to read it?" Wendy asked Stan again.
"Sure," he answered, and took the paper and started reading it.
My Future
BY: Wendy Testaburger
I think the future is something we should all be surprised about. We don't need to worry about it. We just need to make sure we are successful, and whatever happens to us, we will then know. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I don't know what job I want. All I know, is that Stan Marsh is the love of my life, and he always has been.
"Wow," said Stan. "That's pretty deep, Wendy."
"Thanks Stan." She took the paper back, and walked back to her desk.
"What did it say, dude?" Kyle asked.
"Well, Wendy says our future should be a surprise."
"A surprise? But dude, if we know what we're gonna do in our future, then we can work up to that."
"I know. I agree with you. But Wendy's paper was really good."
"You're not gonna say the same thing, are you?"
"Of course not. I know what my future is gonna be like, and I'm writing it down right now."
Right before lunch, Kyle anxiously gave his paper to Stan. "I'm finished! You wanna read it?"
Stan took the paper and read it.
What my future will be like
My name is Kyle Broflovski, and my future is gonna be the greatest. I'm gonna get good grades in school, and work hard for my career. I practice all the time playing music with my best friend, Stan Marsh, and I'm gonna be a rock star with him.
I will make lots of money, while having fun at the same time. And I will make sure that my little brother will grow successful just like me. And I will share my money with everyone who I care about.
And I will always be myself, the Kyle everyone knows.
"Wow, that's pretty good, dude."
"Thanks."
Kyle's paper actually was pretty good. Just as good as Wendy's actually. Wendy was a very smart kid. But Kyle was smart also, and he had a thing for writing and speeches."So, are you gonna show me your song?"
"Yeah, at lunch time."
The bell then suddenly rang for lunch.
"Well, let's go."
The whole class went off for lunch.
Sorry it was kind of short, but I hope you like it so far! Please review and tell me what you think!