Stan was sitting in his seat in his first class, Language Arts. Beside him was a girl with black long hair that came down to her neck wearing a light green coat. "Hello students my name is Mrs. Wilson and I will be teaching you all to write good reports."
She wrote her name in chalk just in case some students were late. "And today I just want you to fill in a paper I am going to give you so you can tell me a little about yourself."
She puts the papers on Stan's desk. "If you will hun, pass these down." Stan grabs himself one and passes the pile down. Mrs. Wilson smiles. "Just give them back to me when your done class."
Stan picks up his pencil and begins filling in his paper. He gets to something that says, How do you like your neighborhood?;Stan wanted to put shitty and the people are assholes but since it was school he couldn't so, he just wrote unpleasant and a couple of minutes he finished his paper and handed it to his teacher.
Mrs. Wilson looked at the top for his name, smiling. "Thank you, Stan."
Stan smiled back at her then went back to his seat.
Mrs. Wilson got to the part where he wrote about his home place and frowned.
Stan lowered his eyes to the floor.
The girl sitting next to Stan, gets finished with her paper and the others do too soon after.
The girl looks over at Stan who has his mind on Jessica. "You don't look like your feeling too good."
When Penelopi, the girl sitting next to him speaks she sounds British.
Stan turns to look at Penelopi. "Yeah I'm not." He says aloud in his mind, I know where I've heard that kind of voice before."
Penelopi gives him a blank look. "Right then." Stan sits for the rest of the class bored. Not having anything to take his mind off of Kyle being friends with Cartman or the shitty town. He didn't know what the other Kyle's gang was talking about when he was going to have major Hell. But then again, this is only his first class. ...What awaits him might not be easy to deal with.