I began scouting everywhere from Stark's Pond to the neighborhoods. I didn't find him. So I asked some of the civilians in the town. They all said they didn't know. I began crying a bit. "Alyssa!" A voice called out. "Over here!" I turned around, and caught sight of Kyle, who was waving at me. "Kyle!" I cried. Subsequently, I ran towards Kyle, and we both hugged each other. "It's great to see you again!" I said. "Same. Thank god you're here, Alyssa!" "Kyle, did you get a haircut?" I asked, gazing at Kyle's shorter hair. "Yes," Kyle said. "But that's not important right now. I need you to come with me, Alyssa." "Why?" I asked. "It's about Stan. He's not well." "What?!" I screamed. "Do you know where he is?" "Yes. Now, come on!" Kyle, grabbing my left hand, then dashed towards the slums.
It is there where we spotted Stan, sitting down and smoking a cigarette. "Stan!" I cried. I was overjoyed to see Stan again after eight years. He didn't seem to have the same feelings about seeing me, as he was brooding. Not only that, but he was wearing gray and black clothes. His gorgeous, hypnotic blue eyes were the only things about him that I recognized. He seems to have ignored me. I wouldn't be surprised, as it's been eight years since we last saw each other. I guess his dark clothing was meant to symbolize how distraught he was about my eight year absence, if that was the case. "Stan!" I cried. "It's me, Alyssa!" Stan rolled his eyes while sticking his middle finger out. "I don't talk to fake ass posers, go away." "What?" I said, confused. Kyle said, "He's been like this for a while. He even once tried to kill himself." "Stan! Don't you remember me?" I said. "I won't repeat myself," Stan said. I was starting to get frustrated.
Suddenly, a familiar looking girl materialized. She was the same girl I've met in New York. She had two other girls with her, one with literal red hair, and one with blonde curly hair. She stopped in her tracks in front of Stan, and said, "Oh, Stanny, I've missed you!" She then hugged him, and turned around, glaring at me. "Stay away from him," she snarled. I kept my straight face intact. "Didn't you hear me? Get the fuck away from him, you bitch!" The girl then stomped over to me, face now clean red. "If I were you, I'd get the hell out of here before something bad happens to you." I didn't say anything. "Didn't you remember I said I'd ruin your life when we met in New York? You've got five seconds to run before that becomes reality!" The girl started counting. I glanced at Stan. His expression didn't change. Realizing I was ultimately fighting a losing battle, I bursted into tears as I ran off. I can't believe I wasted my time, no, my life, returning to South Park, only fit Stan to write me off, and that girl to make things worse. I was so devastated, my heart was broken. I sat down somewhere far way from the slums.
I heard footsteps that were getting louder and louder. I looked up. Kyle, facing me, said, "I'm so sorry, Alyssa. I didn't think that would happen." "No," I said, still sobbing. "This is my fault. I should've stayed in Connecticut with my parents. Now, my life is truly ruined." "I have some good news," Kyle said. "The prom's starting tonight at seven. You going?" "No." "Alyssa, don't argue with me. I want you to be happy, I want you to have fun. Please go." Kyle is my best friend. Although I really didn't want to go, I didn't want to upset Kyle. I know what he's like when he's angry. "Alright," I said reluctantly. "I'll go." "Awesome!" Kyle said. "But I have no home here. Do you mind if I stay at your house for a bit?" I asked. "Of course." Kyle replied. "Remember, the prom's at seven. Don't be late!" Kyle then ran off.
At a store, I bought a black dress, and went to Kyle's house. I played with Ike for a bit, and Mrs. Broflovski was overall kind to me. On the sofa, I tried to make myself happy by watching cartoons I enjoyed. Still was melancholic. As time passed, I kept on thinking of a reason why I'm still alive. If things don't change by tomorrow, then I'm going to kick the bucket.