The world Is Black.
Stan sat on his bed just waiting for today to finally be over. He only knew one thing, these people in this town hated him.
"Stan, I need you to mail these envelopes and take them to the post office" His mom called.
He didn't really feel like dealing with these assholes but if Stan told her no he knew she would just start bitching like she has been lately about almost everything he does or say.
"Okay, mom I will be right down!" He called back down to her.
Stan hopped down from the bed and slid his feet into a pair of shoes. Then, walked out of his room taking steps down the stairs. When he reached the end of the staircase he looked up to see his mom waiting with two envelopes in her hand.
"Make sure these get there right away this time." His mom said.
He snatch the envelopes from her hand giving a unthrilled look to her. "Okay I got it."
He replied back to her. She doesn't look to happy as she walks past him. He walked over to the door slowly turning the knob, pushing open the door then he peaked out the small crack between the door.
"Hey come over here for a second!" He hears his dick neigbhor Elliot shout.
Stan opens the door all the way. "No way, you are probably just going to hang me by my underwear to your antenna on your car again then drive down the road humilating me." He tells him.
Elliot shakes his head. "No I wanted to make it up to you by giving you a present." Elliot replied.
He walked over to his yard curious and he sprays him with a hose. "Hahaha! you are so gullible!" Elliot says laughing and smacking him in the back of the head.
Stan shivers now cold and damp. "I h-h-hate you." He replied.
Elliot smirks, sticking his foot up and slamming into him with it.
He falls in a puddle of mudd and looks up at him very annoyed. "What the hell is your problem?" he asks him, furious.
Elliot kicks dirt in his face making his eyes water. "You squirt." Stan notice a 18 year old looking girl across the street sees this but doesn't try to stop him or anything.
"You are going to regret this." He tells him. Elliot stomps on my chest. "I don't think so little man"
Stan stays on the ground in major pain. Elliot kicks him once more then walks back inside his house laughing. "Oh my god, Stan!" His mother says noticing him and runs over.
Stan looks down at the ground frowning. "Why does everyone hate me?" He asks sitting up.
Sharon hugs her son close. "Not everyone hates you sweet heart." She replied. Stan looks off to the side. "Yeah huh."
Sharon kisses his head then stands up. "You are just exagerating."
Stan looks a bit frustrated. "No I'm serious nobody here is nice to me."
The paper guy throws a roll of newspaper directly at Stan's head. "Enjoy, fag!" The guy shouts.
Sharon stares at her son who doesn't look happy.
"But those are the only ones who hate you."
A van drives by spinning its wheels in mud which causes it to splatter all over his face. "...I'm pretty sure there are more." He replies.
Sharon sighs. "You should just try to adjust."
Stan brushes the mud off of his face and walks down the street not saying a word to his mom. He bumps into a hobo that doesn't look too pleased. "Oh I'm sorry, dude."
Stan says trying not to make the guy want to bully him.
The hobo shoves a moldy sandwhich into his shirt. Stan sighs and continues his walk to the post office. Just as he takes a step out into the street a group of bikers want to get in his way. "THAT IS IT I am sick of this town and I'm going to make my mom leave it some fucking way!" He shouts having enough of all of the shitty people.