Why hello there! The second chappie! I hope you like. This time it is Wendy... How I love her so. I mean isn't she cute? Hee hee. Next chapter will be Nat then back to Bebe.... so it'll follow that cycle. Unless I feel like changing it up sometimes. Uh... .... I don't know if I should leave the bit about Kenny dying a lot in this. Wendy hints at it somewhere in this... but I'm not sure... advice would be loved. Uh, I am thinking of writing a StanxKyle one-shot! Tell me what you think! Oh... And I have no clue who Wendy will be paired with in the end...
Disclaimer: ... I didn't not do your sibling... I swear
Chapter 2: Wendy
Hello, my name is Wendy Testaburger and I am here to show the evidence to my case and answer it. Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, I am here to answer the question that has been on all of your minds this evening.
There is no God.
Why? Why have I reached such an conclusion? Uh, if you must know it is because I am sitting next to fucking Eric Cartman, that's why. Eric Cartman... I mean Stan is sitting behind,and that's cool.... but why couldn't he sit next to me? Why not anyone but... but ...but Eric Cartman!!! Someone... please please...just kill me. Kill me now and get me out of this misery. Or at least tell me this is a cruel joke played on me in an accident of fate! In my aggravation I looks over to my two best friends, or my so called ones to be the least. Both totally happy with their sitting arrangements that's when I notice it is Boy, Girl, Boy Girl....
What are we in the fourth fucking grade?
I put my arms over my head and can't help but sniffle a bit. My life now truly and utterly sucks. I wonder if this is worse then Nat's experience sitting next to DogPoo....I am going to say yes. A million times fucking yes. I cringe as I feel something tap my shoulder....if it his Cartman I swear I'll..
"Hey, Wendy....I'm seriously sorry for you as of right now. I had to sit next to him last time. I would like to say it's going to be OK but... I can't. At least some decent people are close by," It's Stan who speaks,and he gets a laugh out of me. Which is nice, since I've been pretty upset the last couple moments. I look over to Nat and Kenny first and they both seem to be playing Tick Tack Toe. Nat looks crushed when he beats her, though I notice she is just enjoying being next to him. Bebe and Kyle are just sitting there. Taking notes.... Well Kyle is...Bebe is mainly doodling. The girl can't draw either.
They are those real girly doodles. Like flowers and rainbows and stuff. The kind of girly stuff those really preppy girls doodle after they see an scene chick draw some manga. I personally think manga is stupid. A tree wasting useless thing that belongs in the gutter or better yet recycled. Nat thinks it's amazing and has her fair share of the stuff. But, we are friends so I let it slide, like she doesn't get on to me about being a hippie. That reminds me.
I am sitting next to fawking Eric Cartman. Why me? I mean I have been a good girl but somehow I get placed near the more stupid guy in all the the sophomore class. Maybe it I'm lucky I won't have to see him all summer... That's a nice thought. No Cartman... For two very long months... just me and my best friends... well me.
Both of them are going to somehow manage this amazing summer with boys, well Bebe is always wanted and Nat is much more exciting then I while I am left in South Park, helping people. I love helping people just some times I wish I could say no... I want to help good causes not the help pregnant teenagers funds. Well they are the dumb asses who got themselves in the mess, sorry but that is what I think.
Though, Nat reminds me of all the rape cases and I can't help but help out. Though, the whores that sometimes are at the fundraisers I help out I don't pity them I pity the kids they are going to have. That is what I really pity. Though, when I see those rape patients that don't what to kill the baby, I can't help but think: Wow.... That is why I help out at those things... Because I just can't help but not help people who deserve more then they receive.
I can't help but look over at Kenny when I think of this. He has been to every. Single. One. of the poor and needy things I help out with. I notice this a lot too: that sometimes he wears the clothes we hand out, and once I saw him with his mother. His mother is like one of those girls that I sometime see at those teen help things. Though, she isn't a slut. She is simple just one of those star filled eyes girls who thought:' He is the one...' only to have two sons later get beaten and needy. Kenny's dad doesn't live with them anymore... He left.... My mother was gossiping about it with another mom.
I remember he used to get hurt a lot when he was a kid. Other then that I sometimes remember him quickly when I helped out at the soup kitchens way back when... he always seems to be sporting a new scar... But they always seem to disappear... He certainly holds so mystery about him
"Wendy!" I hear the teacher call, and I look up. My day dreams crash as I give one final look to Kenny and Nat, both of which are smirking at me. The class is laughing, the certain jackass next to me is the loudest of them all. Oh, how I wish I could smash his face so hard into something metal... You have no clue how happy that would make me. I look up to the teacher who is ranting about something. I mean it's AP Lit....so it's bound to be something about words.
"Yes, Mam?" I say trying to be polite for spacing out in the middle of class. I mean she could try to be more exciting especially since moving the all A student next to the stupidest asshole ever. I mean is that just way too fucking much to ask for. I'm going to take a wild guess and say yes, Wendy, that is too much to ask for. Silly. Silly. Silly girl. The teachers glare bores into me, like I'm some short of criminal.
She sighs before she continues specking in her fucking man voice. " I want to know what incident is," I give her this: That is all the fuck you wanted to know? Wtf? That is too easy! look before I answer her question with a coming of age moment in a piece of fiction or a piece of action. She literally glares at me for getting the right answer. I seriously do not get the public school system in South Park. Don't think I ever will.
"HAHAHAHA! Fucking nerd!" I hear Cartman laugh beside me. Some people smirk, others give him this: Shut up Cartman look. I just try to ignore him. I can't help being smart.
Well I guess I can but I kind of like feeling special when I answer. Like I am good for something, even if the price is having ass holes like him make fun of me.
The rest of the class breaths by. Most of it was filled with my brooding and I don't feel like reliving the act of Cartman throwing paper balls at me.... Oh how I want to kick his ass, so very badly. So very badly... I would enjoy that so much.
Soon it's lunch, I hardly pay attention some days since I know all the stuff, Nat says I'm lucky. She's the kind of girl that has to study....or she'll fail. So she always stays up super late studying, then she takes the tests and makes Cs and Bs....I almost feel bad for her.
I take my thoughts off Nat and live the last moments of Pre-Calc (only upperclassmen are in this class...all my friends are still in Geometry) and finally the bell rings for lunch. I love how the next class is like my English class, people I know and love are in it. Except Cartman. I cannot see how all those guys can deal with the asshole. I mean he annoys the hell out of me, just saying. Well, in my thoughts I bump into someone, and boy does he smell nice. I look up to see Stan Marsh laughing at me, I blush and try to stutter something profound but nothing comes out, to my embarrassment.
" Uh... Hi, Stanley... I mean Stan!" I say and I want to beat myself up over this. I don't even like him and I act all awkward. It's so weird! I smile, blushing slightly, I must look like a total weirdo.
He just laughs and smiles, he is completely odd in that way. " Hi, Wendy, hows it going?" He says in a completely normal way, I should respond but what comes out is:
"So....I hear that turkey's sometimes drown themselves cause they look straight into rain with their mouths open?!" I can't even begin to say how embarrassing that is... except Stan just laughs at me... I blush a scarlet red as he laughs then finally he pats my head, he's a good two feet taller then me, and says," Wendy! You're hilarious!" Then he says his good byes and I am left dumb founded. I mean I am not funny. No one ever calls me funny. I can't help but feel the warm blush that feeds on my face when I escape to my friends only to find the group of guys eating with them.
Bebz is the first to greet me. "Hey, Wendy! Come sit!" She motions next to her, on her other side sits Kyle and Stan. Across the table is Nat and Kenny, as well as Cartman. I smile and take a seat, not in the mood to grumble over sharing the air with Cartman. Nat also waves a greeting.
"Uh...Hello," Kenny says in that voice of his. He sounds shy, which is pretty cute. Kyle also says hi, and Cartman just eats, I didn't expect I sit and begin munching on some tofu I have when the ass, I mean Cartman starts to laugh.
"SHE'S EATING TOFU! TOFU SUCKS!!! HAHAHAHA! Fucking tree hugger!" I can feel my cheeks turning red as I see Kenny examining my food, probably stuck at what kind of food it is. He talks before Cartman does again.
"Shut up, fat ass," I say, not really caring how rude that was.
What did you say to me?" Cartman yells as he glares at me from across the way. I stick my tongue out and repeat my statement.
In return I get the most malicious: I hate you anyone will ever receive. EVER. I smirk in triumphant as he glares at me in defeat. The first one who says I hate you always loses in our fights, I came to learn this when he used to back off when I told him this when we were younger. Lately we have been tieing up.
"... I've never seen it... in like person... Is it expensive?" He says, his tone completely
and utterly seriously, the table is silent for moments until everyone starts to crack up, I don't because I know why he asks this, I'm supposing Cartman does too because he is always ripping on him for being poor as shit, which really isn't cool if you think about it. Nat, is also concerned looking, as she tries to explain to him what it is, only to receive a cold shoulder.
I bite my lip, he wasn't one to talk, huh? Nat just sighed then smiled, as if she wasn't hurt at all. She has always been almost too good at that, like she enjoyed keeping her life to herself locked into her locket. She does wear a locket though... I'm guessing pictures are in their... Probably of her parents, who died before she moved here with her grand parents, so I guess she has it bad too.
Though soon she plasters a quirky smile on her face and tells us all that naive spelled backwards in Evian.... like the water brand. I can't help but laugh at how simple minded she is.
" See! It's naive to buy Evian! It's so expensive!" Kyle says, as if he came up with the brightest thing ever.
The whole table starts to chat, all with a bit of forced zeal.
Sometimes I feel spoiled... Because as I look around me all these people have problems. I know... because dark looks plaster on their faces sometimes, before they glue artificial smiles on their cool faces. I know that's why they hang near each other, because they understand. They don't ask the questions each of them hates hearing. It's because of that they are friends.
I guess I answered my own question. This is why they hang out with Cartman.
I escape my thoughts, to find Bebe talking coolly to Kyle and Nat, still a bit distracted, while she continues fingering that locket. I look at their faces, they are pretty girls. Extremely pretty. Bebe is pretty in that smart blonde way, the kind of girl you want to be. Nat is pretty in that you that art kid way.
I'm just Wendy. In that wears a lot of purple, short, and still has a baby face way. I sigh as I twiddle my finger in my dark chocolate locks, totally bored, and feeling a bit out of place. I look over to Kyle who is laughing at something Bebe said. Stan is looking at something, while as Cartman is looking to his right. Kenny and Nat have started talk, I only hear a bit of their conversation. It's awkward, like both of them want to talk but can't find the words. So it ends in silence, soon the whole table is in silence as we all leave for class. I shuffle to my next class, thinking that maybe we all need to talk more.
Chemistry.... I replay the word in my head. The one subject I'm not great in. I slink into the class room and take my seat, I got moved to the front of class, but that still doesn't mean I like it. To my satisfaction, a sub walks to the board. This pretty much means free period, since the sub looks like he is about to fall asleep.
I smile as I go over to Nat and Bebe, who have already started to talk.
"Remember Wendy! Shoooeees!" Nat says in a creepy voice as she waves her arms weirdly.
Bebe laughs and then sighs. " The year is almost done guys...Just a few more weeks. Then summer then junior year! Then we get closer and closer to death," She says as Cylde walks by, who gives her a weird look then smiles and waves, before leaving.
Bebe just earned herself another admirer...
"You.... unconscious whore!" Nat says as she looks at Bebe. waggling her finger. Bebe just snorts, in a totally un lady like way, that makes me laugh at all those boys who think she is proper and primp.
Bebe sighs as she briefly takes her hand brushes her blonde locks out of her hair. " Boys that matter never notice me," she says as we both drop the subject.
Nat and I both know what happened with her father,and I also think I saw her look to the side of the class room, briefly. Maybe she has a new crush too? Woah.... first Nat.... now Bebe. I wonder who? I mean Nat's crush is obvious... But I don't think she knows she likes anyone... same with Bebe. That would be...odd. I mean... we used to joke how there were no good boys at this school...Now it seems they are popping up.
Well at least I'll be shopping for shoes soon to distract all these jumbled up thoughts.
Nat seems to think the air has gotten heavy too because she starts to sing Northern Downpour by Panic at the Disco.
" If all of life is but a dream! Fantastic posing greed! Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea! For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me!" her singing voice isn't that great, I mean neither is mine but she still tries. I find it funny who picks up the song after her.
"And then she said she can't believe! Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs. Northern downpour sends its love," It's Kenny, who probably is a secret panic lover at heart. His voice is much better then Nat's, so he isn't that hard to listen too. Then out of the blue even Kyle starts to sing, followed by Bebe who has a wonderful singing voice. So when all my friends start to singing I feel kind of bad for not knowing the words.
Soon we all start to laugh, Nat proud of herself for easing the air. " Hahaha! Kenny! I can't believe you know that song!" She laughs as she starts to chat to Red about Ryan Ross, the lead bassist of the band.
She's obsessed with the guy. Always spouting random info about him...It's quite comical really. Well, maybe now she'll have a distraction and I won't end up hearing about it. I know the most random facts about the guy, facts I don't really want to know about.
Soon the day rolls to an end and I can only think about one thing: Stan.... I mean shoes.
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