Hello. Sorry I took so long to update. I was away in Lanzarote and then I was busy. Forgive me.

I had a great time in Lanzarote though. I went scuba-diving for the first time. It was such an amazing experience.

Anyway, back to the story, since I don't want to bore you with my personal life.

Enjoy, darlings!

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I wake up early to the sound of my alarm clock ringing in my ears, almost deafening me. I groan, switch it off and then lie still, my eyes remaining shut and my body still wanting rest.

It's Monday morning, the start of yet another school week, to everyone's dismay. After a few extra minutes of needed rest, I force myself to stand and get ready for school.

I rub my tired eyes and groggily head to the bathroom before getting changed into my regular clothes. I decide against my hat today. It looks warm today, well, as warm as it can get for South Park, and I'd probably be sweating in it.

I don't always wear my hat anymore like I used to when I was a kid. I only wore it constantly when I was younger because of that stupid Jewfro I once had.

Last year I finally got it cut and let my red curls fall around my face and I decided not to wear my hat as much. I got a lot of compliments saying my hair looked a whole lot better this way and Kenny even told me it made me look sexy. I'm not sure if he was joking or not, but I was happy all the same.

After swallowing down two slices of toast and a warm cup of tea, I head out the front door. Stan, Kenny, Cartman and I still get the bus to school and we meet in the mornings at the bus stop each morning, just like old times.

It only takes me about fifteen minutes to reach the bus stop and when I do, I see Stan already there, waiting patiently.

"Hey, Kyle," he greets me as I approach.

"Hey," I greet in response, flashing him a smile before shrugging my schoolbag off my shoulders and onto the ground behind me.

"What did you do over the weekend?" Stan asks me.

I shrug. "Nothing really. Couldn't go out anywhere since I'm grounded so I just stayed in. You?"

"Hung out with Wendy," he replies.

Of course! Stan, now that he's a teenager, hangs out with his girlfriend more than before. He hangs out with her more than me these days.

I was quite offended at first but I've gotten used to it by now and could honestly care less.

"Here comes Kenny," Stan points out, and I look over my shoulder to see the blonde boy approaching us.

"Hey, Ken," I call, and he grins back.

"Hey, guys," he says once he's reached us. "What's up?"

We both shrug in unison.

"Nothing really," Stan answers.

"Same here," Kenny replies, shrugging off his backpack.

We stand there in silence for the next few minutes, each of us daydreaming about different things until a familiar voice ruins our train of thought.

"S'up, fags?" Cartman greets us, smirking in his usual manner at each of us before throwing his bag onto the ground.

"Hey, fatass," I reply, my usual response to his greeting.

"Kahl, are you blind?" he asks.

I'm confused at the question and so shoot him a questioning look, one eyebrow raised. "Uhh… what?"

"I'm not fat anymore, Jew," he briefly explains, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "You can't call me 'fatass' anymore."

I mimic his rolling eyes gesture. "Cartman, I can call you whatever the hell I want, whether it's true or not," I say, rolling my eyes a second time.

He smirks and I raise an eyebrow again in a questioning manner.

"So, you admit that I'm not fat?" he asks and I frown.

"I never said anything like that, dumbass," I state, groaning in irritation.

"No, but you were thinking it. And you know I'm not fat anyway so don't deny it," he says, smirking wider.

I roll my eyes a third time and decide to ignore him. He's so full of crap, yet I still love him.

The bus finally arrives and we hop on one at a time, Stan first, Cartman last.

As usual, Bebe glares at Cartman when she spots him and I hear him chuckle from behind me. Bebe's sitting on her own today and when I look around, I see Wendy sitting by herself near the back of the bus, her arms folded across her chest and a deep frown etched onto her face. I'm guessing she and Bebe had a fight.

Stan seems to notice too and he looks back over his and Kenny's shoulder to ask me if it's ok if he sits with Wendy today. I nod and he thanks me before taking a seat beside his girlfriend.

I sigh and sit down at a seat by myself. I expect Kenny and Cartman to sit together as usual but when I look, I see Kenny sitting down next to Bebe and chatting to her, clearly flirting with her.

I casually look to see where Cartman is but as soon as I look away from the two blondes, I see that said boy sits next to me, to my surprise.

"Jew," he greets me monotonously, without looking at me.

I stare blankly at him for a few seconds before looking away.

"Fatass," I mutter in response, gazing casually out the window. "Kenny ditch you for Bebe?"

I feel his eyes on me and I glance back at him, seeing him glaring at me. "What?" I shrug innocently. "I'm not trying to rub it in or anything. I'm just asking."

I flash him an innocent smile and he scoffs. "You know the god damn answer, Jew boy. You don't have to ask!"

He rolls his eyes and I ignore him and gaze out the window again.

There's nothing interesting outside so my mind begins to wander. Cartman is unusually quiet the whole way up and I find myself quite contented with the peace.

The bus finally stops and I wait for Cartman to move so I can get off but he walks extremely slowly down the aisle purposely to annoy me, a smirk on his face as usual.

"Cartman, will you fucking hurry up?" I yell, desperately trying to pass him, though the narrow aisle prevents me from doing so.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I going too slow for you, Jew?" he feigns innocence over his shoulder, smirking wider when I glare at him.

"Cartman, I swear, if you don't hurry the fuck up or move out of the way, I'll fucking kill you," I threaten him, resulting in a burst of laughter coming from the brunet boy, adding to my irritation.

"You're so stupid if you think you could win in a fight against me, Kahl. Look at you! You're a tiny little thing!"

He laughs louder and tears of joy appear at the corners of his dark brown eyes.

I glare hatefully at him and then sigh. I hate when people point that out to me. I'm small in height and have no visible muscles or anything. I look like a girl, according to a few people, Cartman being one of them, and it hurts to be told.

Cartman seems to notice the hurt on my face and stops laughing, but the smirk is still there.

"Aww, don't worry, Kahl. You may look like a girl but you're prettier than a lot of girls in our school. I bet loads of guys start eye-fucking you when they pass you."

He smirks wider when I stare at him in horror and then faces forward again and hops off the bus.

I'm pretty sure he was joking but I still write myself a mental note saying to pay more attention to guys when I pass them from now on!

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Sorry that was such a boring chapter. The story does get better, I promise. Don't give up on me just yet!

Review please. xxx