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Chapter 4: Something's wrong

Stan's sleep was deep. He whimpered, moved around, and he was sweating. All the signs of a dream when he couldn't stay away from them.

Stan sat on the ground, in the middle of nowhere, playing his guitar. He felt quite alone, and played his music in a relaxing manner. The area was all dirt, and a few small trees. But there wasn't anything else there. He seemed to be the only living animal or human there.

"Stan Marsh."

The nine year old stopped playing his guitar, and curiously looked up. "You again?"

"Stop slacking around, and find your reward."

"What reward?!"

"I already told you. It's a surprise. You'll never know unless you find it."

"But what's going on?! Who are you? Where am I? When am I suppose to do this, and where? How? Why?"

"I am the one to tell you what's right and wrong."

Stan sadly looked down. He already got that answer the last time. But seriously, who was he? "Where am I? Is this real?"

"Very real."

Stan stood up."What is this place. It looks very...unusual."

"The world is unusual. And you have been here before."

"What? When have I?"

"Many times."

Stan looked down at his shoes. "I don't understand."

The stranger stepped down until he was eye level with the nine year old. "You must always complete a task. And you should be the winner. You do it a lot...in your living room."

Stan backed up, frightened. "What...what do you mean?"

"Stop asking. You will know. And this is a dream. But it's real. It will be real."

"What?! Who are you?! When will this happen?!"

"It will happen at the end of the week. And I must warn you, you will get competitive. And that's how it's suppose to be. Don't trust anyone. Don't tell anyone what you are doing."

Stan opened his eyes, and gasped. "What is going on?!" He got out of bed, and looked at his calender. Tomorrow was Friday. Well, it was early in the morning, so that meant today was Friday. The end of the week. I don't understand! What's going on! What is this dream?!

RING!

Stan looked over at the phone curiously. Who would call at 3:00 am? He walked over, and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Stan?"

"Kyle?"

"Hey dude."

"What's up? Why did you call so early?"

"Well, I got very nervous about the homework yesterday."

Stan started to calm down. Hearing his best friend's voice made it seem like nothing was gonna happen. That everything was normal. That the dream he had was nothing. "What homework?"

"The math homework."

"What about it?"

"Problem twelve. I don't understand, and I skipped it. Then I went to bed feeling guilty. And I just have to finish it. I need to get a good grade, ya know."

"Oh." That Kyle. What a smart kid. Stan was smart, too, but Kyle was always getting good grades. "I'm sorry dude. But I didn't understand that problem either."

"Oh." There was an awkward silence.

"Sorry."

"I..it's ok. Did you get your other homework done?"

"Yes."

"Ok good. Well, I guess I'm gonna get a glass of water, and go back to bed."

"Alright. See ya tomorrow."

"Bye." They hung up.

That was the weirdest conversation Stan has had with his best friend in his whole life. Well, at least he had some company to calm his nerves down. Talking to somebody after having a bad dream helped a lot. Only, he didn't really tell Kyle about his dream. But he still talked to him. It still helped.

The four boys waited at the bus stop in a weird silence the next morning. "Dude," Kyle started, "why is everyone so quiet?"

"I saw a hot chick yesterday," Kenny muffled, "and I can't stop thinking about her."

Kyle looked over at Stan. "Why aren't you talking, Stan?"

Stan looked a bit anxious. It seemed as if he was afraid to look out the world.

"Stan?"

"I'm fine. I'm just...really, really tired."

"Ok. A more curious question." He turned to the fat boy. "Cartman why aren't you talking?"

"I'm trying hard to see," he answered.

"Hard to see what?"

"To see how badly this scar is." He showed his arm to the Jew.

"Cartman, that doesn't look like a scratch. It looks more like a cut. Are you cutting yourself?"

"No! That's what fags do! I don't cut myself! You're the one who cuts yourself. YOU ARE THE FAG!"

"Chill dude!"

"He is not a fag, Cartman," Stan finally said.

"Yeah, that's right Stan," said Cartman. "Standing up for your boyfriend. I see how it is."

"Cartman," Kyle started, "you are the biggest hypocrite I've ever met!"

"Look who's talking."

"Aright guys, that's enough," Stan exclaimed. "Cartman, leave Kyle alone. Kyle, ignore him."

"Fine," Kyle firmly said, as he turned away from Cartman.

In the classroom, Stan's eyes were drooping as he was leaning over his hand.

"Stan, Stan!"

Stan shook his head, and looked over at the person who had called him. Which, of course, was Wendy.

"We're getting back our grades for our papers. Aren't you excited?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I didn't read yours yet. I would really like to."

"Ok." He went back to leaning on his hand.

"Stan?"

Stan looked back at his girlfriend. "Yeah."

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. I'm just really tired."

"Oh."

What was with that dream? Am I really gonna go to that strange place? What time would it be? Obviously sometime today. No! This is crazy talk! I'm not gonna get obsessed with my dreams."

"Alright class," Mr. Garrison started, "I have your papers graded. Although, a couple of you didn't seem to take this assignment seriously." He started passing the papers to the students.

"Aw, come on!" Cartman cried as he looked at his paper.

"What did you get, Cartman?" Kyle asked.

"A D+!"

"Let us see the paper, dude," Stan said right before Cartman handed the paper to him.

My futore will be just likee everi other day. Toomarrow I'm gonna eat my mom's delishous pancakes. The taste of chocolate. Double chocolate with cream. Then I'm gonna rip on the Jew, which is Kyle, the sissy, which is Stan, and the hobo, which is Kenny.

All my friends have something bad about them. Kyle's Jewish, who lives in a really stupid Jewish family. His little brother is from Canada, but he's still Jewish. And that's all that counts. So I'm gonna call Kyle names, and rip on his religion. Stan is such a pussy. He gets sick just by him spinning 5 miles pur hour. He cries way too much. So I'm gonna make fun of him.

I'm getting bored! I hate this asinment!

-Eric Cartman

"Dude, what is that?!" Stan asked.

"My paper, fag!" The fat boy snatched the paper from Stan's hands.

"You were suppose to write a paper on when you grow up."

"I grow everyday, dude."

"He means when you become an adult, Cartman," Kyle said.

"Well, that's bull crap! How am I suppose to know what happens when I grow up?! I mean, what types of things are gonna happen when I become like Mel Gibson, and write some movies!"

There was a silence. "Dude!" Kyle exclaimed. "That's what you should have written!"

"That's only half of it. I'm gonna be president, and let all the Jews suffer."

"Dude, weak," said Stan.

"Stan, I got an A!" Wendy exclaimed.

"That's great, Wendy."

"What did you get?"

"A B."

"Dude, I got a B," said Kyle.

"Well that sucks. You should have gotten an A."

"I think everyone should have gotten an A," said Wendy. "You shouldn't judge people by their futures."

"That's right. Who cares what we wanna do in the future? It's all up to us, not to them. We shouldn't have to be graded on that."

"You know what I think, Stan?" Cartman asked.

"What?"

"I think you and Wendy are hippies."

Later after school, Kyle came to Stan's house, so they could walk to Cartman's. "Come on, dude!" Kyle exclaimed.

"What is it, Kyle?" Stan asked.

"We were gonna practice our band with Cartman and Kenny."

"Oh yeah."

"Let's go to Cartman's." He ran out of the house, leaving Stan standing. He then came back. "Stan, come on!"

Stan sighed, then walked out with Kyle after he grabbed his guitar.

The two have been walking, and they were half way there to Cartman's house. "Come on, Cartman's gonna be mad at us for being late!" said Kyle, as he ran ahead.

But Stan didn't. He stopped walking completely. He then grew nervous. It's the end of the week.

Kyle came back. "Stan, come on!"

He just stood there.

"Stan, what's wrong?"

He stood there, giving a face as if there was something on his mind. It was silent, and the only thing heard was the wind.

"Stan, what's wrong?" Kyle came closer to Stan, about 12 inches.

"I...nothing."

"Ya sure?"

"Y...yeah."

"Well, then come on." He ran ahead again.

This time, Stan came.

Ok, so I hope you liked the chapter! It doesn't have a lot in it. But...at least it was good. Right? Please review!