Yo! Sup? Well, before any1 mentions it, im aware tht i accidently made christy b in rhode island instead of colorado, cuz i was thinkin of how rhode island nvr gets 2 hav any fun sooooo... yea. But no worries, i fixed it ^ ^
Well, read on, and other chracters nd (by request of ChristyCullen101...ok u caught me i was gonna use her anyway) my very own oc (oh thers no need 2 applaud, u guys XP lol jk) will be makin appearances, so here you go!
Disclaimer: I illegally own south park :) (jk)
But that's just how the story unfolds,
You get another hand soon after you fold...
And when your plans unravel in the sand,
What would you wish for,
if you had one chance?
Mary's P.O.V. (threw you a curveball there, didn't I?)
I lifted my blue golf club and took a swing. The ball landed about three feet away from the hole.
Ok, let me explain. I was at a place called Adventureland, which was in South Park. It was one of those places where you can play mini golf, and do go- karts and batting cages and stuff like that.
I was here with Kenny and Stan, two of my three best friends (the other one was Christy) and we were playing mini- golf. It's weird, because I know Kenny and Stan's other best friend is Kyle, but we never hang out, me, Kenny, Kyle, Stan, and Christy, all together. It's always been the three of us.
"Ok, final hole." Kenny said as he stepped up with his orange golf club. "1st place takes all, 3rd place gets killed. 2nd place just keeps their mouth shut." He joked as he lined up his shot.
I rolled my eyes and took out my phone. It's weird, because usually Christy texts me as when she and her dad pick up Nathan, because they talk about baseball and she gets bored. I clicked the new text message option on my screen.
heyyyyy
I sent this to Christy and closed my phone, starting to get worried. What if something had happened? What if-
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a golf ball hit my ass. I turned around to see Kenny luagh and Stan trying not to.
"You did that on purpose!" I glared at Kenny, who nodded.
"Hell yes I did that on purpose! And because I did it on purpose, it doesn't count as a shot."
"Fuck yes it counts as a shot!" Stan yelled.
"Nuh- uh!" Kenny said, crossing his arms.
"Uh- huh!" Stan said, sticking his tongue out at Kenny.
God, what a bunch of five- year- olds.
"Well Kenny, if you just use your 'mad skillz' that you claim to have, then it won't even matter, right?" I smirked.
"You're right! I do have awesome skillz!" Kenny said joyfully as he took his shot. Six shots and many profanities later, he finally got it in the hole. It had only taken me two shots, and when Stan got a hole- in- one, well the look on Kenny's face was priceless.
I looked down at my phone, realizing that Christy hadn't replied. I bit my lip nervously, but then I burst out laughing when I saw Kenny chasing Stan, threatening him with his golf club.
I'm sure she's fine. I thought, before going over to break them up.
Kyle's P.O.V.
I opened my eyes, and my head pounding. It felt like I had a hangover... NOT THAT I KNOW WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE! But when you hang out with Kenny alot... ok, point is, my head freaking hurts.
I blanked out for a second, then realized what happened. I turned my head (I, luckily, don't have whiplash) to see that there were pieces of both cars everywhere. My mom was nowhere to be seen.
I turned my head back and realized that I was on top of someone. How did I miss that? Wait, I knew this girl. Her name was Christy, and she didn't look to good. There was a large gash on her forehead, and the tears that she had surely been crying left two clean tracks on her otherwise ash- covered face.
I lowered my head to her chest and was relieved when her heart was still beating, but barely.
Wait. I needed to call 911! We need help! I cursed when I realized I dont have my phone on me.
Then, by the luckiest coincidence, I heard a ding! signaling a text. It must be Christy's phone! I looked, seeing that it wasn't in either of her front pockets, so it must be in one of her back pockets.
So, I slowly put my hand into her back pocket, all the time praying that she won't wake up and get the wrong idea.
I grabbed her phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"I've been in a car crash! Um, I'm on I- 95! Help!"
"Relax, sir. Help is on the way."
I hung up the phone. Ok, it's going to be fine. I'm going to be fine. She's going to be fine.
Wait, what's her name again? Why am I holding a pink cell phone? Where's my mom?
Everything started to become hazy, and I closed my eyes.
Stan's P.O.V.
After I avoided assault using a golf club, we decided to go to Moo- Moo's, which is an ice cream place right next to Adventure Land (yeah, I know, pretty gay name).
So we went and I got a chocolate ice cream cone, Kenny got a peanut butter cup, and Mary was the only one of us who got two scoops, both vanilla.
I don't know if you guys know this, but Mary eats alot. Alot. Nearly everytime I see her she's eating something. But she's not fat at all. Or muscular or anything. It's pretty odd.
"Done." Kenny said, throwing his napkin away. I rolled my eyes. I've gone out for ice cream enough with these two (we all love ice cream, even when it's cold outside, which it usually is in South Park) to know that they are total weirdos when eating ice cream. I think I eat mine pretty normally, but Kenny finishes his in about two bites, and Mary takes forever. She doesn't even bite the ice cream at all, she just licks it. And Kenny never even gets brain freeze or gets ice cream smeared on his face of anything. Maybe him and Mary are both superheroes or something. I can't believe I'm having this conversation in my head.
"I'm worried about Christy." Mary said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well she isn't answering my texts. Do you think she's ok?"
What is it about girls and texting all the time? "I think she's fine. What do you think, Kenny?"
I looked over at Kenny, who I noticed was being quiet, and that's not normal for Kenny.
Kenny was busy staring at Mary as she licked around her vanilla ice cream. Wow. What a huge pervert. Oh well, what more can you expect from Kenny? Mary didn't notice because she had totally blanked out and looked really worried.
"Hellooooo! Kenny!" I said, waving my hand in front of his face.
"What?" He seethed.
"Mary's worried that something happened to Christy. What do you think?"
Kenny stood up on the table. I pinched the bridge of my nose again.
"Well-"
All of a sudden Kenny slipped on some spilt ice cream, cracking his head open on the side of the table.
"Well... he did say loser gets killed..." I said. Mary laughed. We left, leaving Kenny's body right there on the table.
Nathan's P.O.V.
Damn it, where the hell is my dad? He was supposed to pick me up a half hour ago! The coach offered to give me a ride home, but I said no, sure that my dad was going to be here any minute. It's been ten minutes since then, and he still isn't here!
I took out my phone, texting Christy because my dad almost never answers his phone.
Where the fuck are you guys?
I sent it, then put my phone away. Less than a minute later, it started ringing. I checked the caller ID. It was Christy.
"Where the hell are you guys?"
"Um, is this Nathan?"
"Who wants to know?"
"Hi, I'm Kyle."
"Why do you have my sisters phone?"
"Well, there's been an accident..."
My eyes widen.
Can we pretend that airplanes, in the night sky,
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now,
Wish right now...
Well, until next time...
THAT'S ALL FOLKS!
P.S. Read the book the Lovely Bones. Its insanely awesome.
-CC