PLASTIC

Butters P.O.V

It was morning already and the only thing I could remember was sitting in homeroom wanting to do nothing other than dig out my own eyeballs with my freshly sharpened pencil.

I wish I could still be in my bed, knowing maybe for once, everything was alright.

At that moment Clyde walked through the door.

Marjorie P.O.V

I started to blush as Clyde walked past me. The only problem was that he'll never know that this body I'm stuck in was the body of a beautiful young girl, desperate to be acknowledged by him.

"Hi Clyde," I bashfully whispered.

He looked at me; I think he was trying to remember the name of the person's body I'm in name was…

"Hey man," He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember, but I could.

Why….why does everyone want to torture me.

One year ago,

"You're such a fag," The tall muscular boy was pushing Marjorie's bony structure and yelling.

"Please stop it," Marjorie's face was bloody and wet with tears.

"Shut up queer!" The boy's friend joined in on the beating.

"You…you don't even know me….why do…do, why do you want to hurt me," Marjorie's words were broken by her sobs.

"Because you're sick and your gross boy," They laughed and kicked her to the ground.

"Stop….please stop," Marjorie's felt dizzy.

The one boy bent down over her face and began to lick the blood away from her mouth.

"Mmm, you taste good for a fag," He laughed.

'What was so funny,' Marjorie thought. He continued to kiss her roughly until she was moaning in pain and discomfort.

That was the night that Marjorie went back into hiding.

Marjorie's P.O.V

I sat up straight up in my desk, and shook off the lingering memory. I looked over to my right and sitting there was Kyle.

He looked up at me and looked back down to his notebook.

"Hi Butter's," Kyle whimpered nonchalantly. And for some reason that did it.

"THAT'S NOT MY NAME, STOP CALLING ME THAT," I shouted up to the ceiling and ran out of the room, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I ran to the unisex bathroom. The door was locked.

"Hurry up," I pounded on the door, tears filling my mouth, anger blinding my sight.

"…Marjorie…" The voice sounded familiar.

"B…Butters?" I stumbled to find my voice. The door swung open.

"Marjorie you can't keep going on like this," He too was crying.

"You don't understand me, you don't understand my situation." I was sounding like a five year old throwing a fit.

"You don't think that I don't go through your same pain, WE'RE THE SAME FUCKING PERSON," He yelled and spat at me, I cried even harder.

"No…," I fell down on the hallway floor.

Butter's P.O.V

"Butter's, Butters…" I looked up to find Kyle's face three inches away from mine.

"Are you okay?" He looked sincere.

"Yeah, what…what happened?"

"You honestly don't remember what you said or did," He looked surprised.

'No, those words that were said were all spoken by that crazy bitch Marjorie, she's taking over my life, help me….someone help me,' Butter's yelled in his head.

"No, I think I'm just going to go home," I sat up and started to walk to my locker to get my jacket.

"You want help going to the nurses?" Kyle, I'm not five.

"I'm just going to go home," I started to the main hallway.

Someday I'll be able to walk out this door as Butters for the last time, and then I can return back as Marjorie…Someday.

"Butter's…BUTTERS WAIT," I heard Kyle yelling as he was trying to catch up. I just kept walking; I just want to talk to Kenny, I want to forget Kyle, Clyde and Marjorie.

Unfortunately he did catch up.

"Butter's, you've been acting kinda strange lately," Kyle was trying to catch his breath.

'Where the fuck have you been since sixth grade dipshit,' I smartly whispered in my head. I heard Marjorie giggle; at least she thought it was funny.

"Just leave it alone," I heisted for a moment then I turned away.

"You can't keep hiding this from me, I will find out mark my words Leopold," Kyle sounded very serious, seriously stupid.

"Have fun with that kike," Oh god, I didn't mean to say that last word out loud.

"Some shit that I don't know about is going down; Butters I'm going to find out what the fuck it is." Kyle snorted and walked away.

Everyone thought I was perfect, nice and the best student or the best son. But inside I was as ugly as everyone else. I looked up from where Kyle stormed off to and headed home.

The sky was gray and the air surrounding me was freezing. I passed house after house until I was at my own. I signed and started up the walkway, I was slowly approaching the door as I heard moans and screams from my room above of it. I rushed in after I realized my parents were gone shopping or at work.

Kenny was the only one home…

"Kenny, Kenny are you okay," I yelled as I ran into the room where the noises were blaring, I barged into the kitchen only to stumble upon Eric and Kenny having sex.

"Oh god Kenny, I'm sorry," I ran into the living room.

"Butter's it's not what it looks like," Eric barged in naked with both hands covering his manhood.

"Butter's I'm trying to earn the money for ….." Kenny stopped and hand gestured.

"So you're whoring yourself, just for me," I was in shock.

"Dude, its Kenny why are you acting so shocked…" Eric laughed and started to dress himself quickly, as he headed out the door I saw him slip a large wage of money in Kenny's parka that was hanging up on the coat rack.

Kenny just looked at me and gave a curt nod.

"I'm doing this for you because I love you…" He looked like he was almost in tears.

Marjorie's P.O.V

"Why does everyone love you…..nobody loves me," I spoke softly. My body shook and I fell to the floor.

"Butter's I hate you…Bu…Butter's…I ha…hate you," I softly sobbed.

"Marjorie?" Kenny's voice spoke as he bent down toward me.

"Why does everyone care about Butters?" I yelled into his face.

"Marjorie I care about you," Kenny was lying.

"You son a bitch, you look at me and you judge me." I sputtered out, "You don't….care about me,"

"Marjorie stop it, I care about you as much as I care about Butter's" Kenny spoke harshly to me.

I looked up to his face and spat right into his eye.

"That does it you queer!" He climbed over me and started to punch me.

"I'm giving up my future for you, and you think that I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" He stopped beating on me for a moment. Kenny climbed onto his feet and readied himself to kick me.

WHAM! It knocked the breath out of me.

"Kenny, why…" I was officially coughing up blood as I spoke.

He didn't answer; all he did was get up and walk away. I turned over on my side only to catch a glimpse of him walking out of the front door and I only heard him slam it.

What did I do to deserve this…?

I'm having so much fun in the mountains... :3 unfortunately the only thing on t.v. in jersey shore...the first few hours were okay but watching them cuss drink fight and have sex for a whole day just makes me want to punch them all in the uterus'...