Tweek POV

I hate the sounds of clocks, it one of the many reasons why I can't take a test or even focus in class; I also just can't stand yelling! I shiver even at the thought, I placed my hands over my face while my head felt like it might just might shut down for good.

I tell you! The government just won't leave my brain alone!

" Tweek.."
I wish I could just stop all the noise, they say I'm becoming paranoid at least my doctors say that.

"Tweak, you still there?"
I blinked hearing my name; I looked up to find I was still in this awful place, which belonged to Mr. Mackey "ER! Yes-yeah"

"How have you been?" " GAH! I-I only had one slip up this week"

This was my life; every week I come here they ask how you are? Or did you have another freak out? I don't n-need help! I'm fine! For god sakes!

"Tweek after looking over your records" he spoke folding his hands on the wooden desk " I think you need to find a school activity to be involved in, m'kay?" "wh-what? But why!" " because your alone and have no friends " oh god here it comes the 'I have no friends' speech; I get it, I don't have friends but I-I don't balm them, they are embarrassed to be around me and ashamed to even say my name.

For as long as I could recalled, so many things have been wrong with my mind and body like when I was only 4, I had my first 'freak out' I would fall to the floor yelling and pulling my hair, it happened in the car my mom was scared and when they sent me to the doctors they didn't even know what to call it; so they just named it 'freak out' because I started having them at school people picked on me ' look out ! he's having another freak out!' as time passed and seasons changed, more and more things started to show there ugly heads, like in 7th grade I would see underwear gnomes stealing my underwear! And everyone thought I was lying! What the hell!?

I had to take more pills by 9th grade, everyone forgot my own name; it was driving me crazy the coffee my family gives me helps calm down my nerves and somehow stops the freaks out from happening most of the time.

My family over the years became ashamed of me, they would make up lies just to make me feel bad 'he's not normal ' or ' I wish he was never my son'

I guess one lie lead to here, so here I am we talked; he talks like he knows me but really he doesn't.

"This might be good for you m'kay? "Opening his desk while keeping eye contact with me, he pulled out a paper and laid it on the desk; sliding it my way.

My hands shaking I picked up the sheet "school list of clubs?" I asked aloud, raising an eye at him. He smiled and nodded as if to say 'give it a chance'. I sighed with twitch I looked over the list; half of them didn't even look safe!

After my visit had ended, I left that horrible place; so it began.

In all due respect soccer and sports was the worse idea to make a club "holy shit dude! Nice going fatass! I think you killed him!" A tall red head yelled at the bully Cartman "hey! I'm not fat I'm big boned you fucking jew!" as the two yelled at each other, I realized two er! three things.

One, football and standing up for your self is a terrible idea! Oh god! And never again!

Two, I think I broke my nose and is that blood on my shirt!?

Three, I think the chip the government planted in my brain; has been knocked out and I-I can't feel my muscles. My Head feels …fuzzy I think I'm going to be here for long time. Well I threw up maybe once and found myself in the nurses office, I found myself shaking my head as my left hand held the list while the other held the ice pack over my nose; just about everything was marked off, the only thing that was left was a something called the BREAK club.

Well it's either this or football, so I went with ladder, I'll take break room! I think I've had enough breaking bones for one day!

Kyle POV

I sit down my eyes glued on ' the lord of the flies ' we are to right essay, however not for another couple of weeks so I'm a week ahead; I didn't need a partner for this but sadly if I wanted a good grade if he wanted to pass high school and become a teacher. Of course the jokes always starts with the fucking fat ass himself 'jew teacher!' It's not enough that he has already hurt one kid today.

Why did I even join football? I sighed, rubbing my forehead trying to calm my mind and focuse on the matter at hand, I hear the door open and my dark green eyes are met with a pair of ocean blue with a warm smile that gave you a warm feeling.

" what are you doing here Butters?" I raised an eye, hardly anyone ever shows up in here it's the only place I can get some silence the only reason I joined this dumb club was to block the whole world out. I would understand why Stan wouldn't join but he's my super best friend. He's been with me for as long as I can remember, I have been working and studying my ass off to rise to the top. I pushed up my glasses as I looked butters in the eye " oh um this-this is the break club isn't it?" He looked around like a lost puppy " yeah sadly it is" I spoke while rolling my eyes, he looked down at his dark blue sneakers looking shy and took a seat next to me, oh boy here we go " so wh-what do we do?" just ignore it Kyle and maybe he'll go away " Butters I'm reading" " oh-oh okay sorry"

I sighed and started to read when not even moment later the door opens and two more people walk in! Is reading a book too much to ask! Really!?

The first one that walked in was the kid that fatass had almost killed on the football field his nose is burised but what I noticed was his weird wild Blond hair, he sipped his coffee as he twitched while his hazel eyes seemed to look at every inch of room, following behind him was Token, the richest kid in south park; he's not snobby or stuck up like some rich kids, he's actually pretty cool and throws some really awesome party's. Craig usually asks him for money, Token answer never changes it's always no, he's somewhat like me, he has little respect for others and by the look on his face he wasn't as happy to be here as I was.

" oh god! Th-this is it?" the blond one twitch as his whole body began to shake "it's alright, just sit down" I spoke still not looking away from my book "I-I don't like sitting!" "Then stand" I raised an eye at him, this kid is crazy. His eye twitched as he finally took a seat next to butters, who spoke hi to which the other screamed and shook it's like the guy never was greeted so nicely before. " GAH! H-hi! I'm Tweek!" "Nice to meet ya, tweek! Everyone calls me butters!"He spoke sweetly as if he didn't have a care in the world.

The two talked for hours while me and token just sat and listened to music " y-you like rock music?" " oh god! It's-It's so loud but I-I like the beats!" taking a sip of his coffee and Butters just smiled while giggling as they went on talking and blabbing on about concerts that they went to and the one's they should go too, even though the guys had me tag along I'm not going to lie, it was pretty awesome.

It was like this for next four hours til finally it was closing time for the school " hey see ya Kyle!" I had already left before they could even say another word

Butter POV

What's up with him? Maybe Eric's right maybe he's just sick or-or something like that , I think this as I leave the building, it's dark and the moon is shinning bright tonight the same as the stars as I looked up at the stars I saw one that was brighter than the others and it was falling, I thought for a moment what did I want? Everyone is always telling me what to do, I guess I want is for everyone….to notice me , to scream my n-name or even be star I- I want people to know me.

I know everyone thinks it's silly… but I can still dream

I closed my eyes, I wished and prayed as I might have the wish I may tonight and thought my wish "hey! Fag! Hurry up! I'm freezing my ass off! Out here!" I looked beside me and saw Eric Cartman, I smiled and ran up to him "coming!"