Kenny was interesting to say the least. He had been transferred to South Park High School, just out of the blue one day, like magic. One day he wasn't there, and the next he suddenly was. It wasn't even at the start of the day when he had joined either, it was midday at lunchtime. So when everyone walked in to class following lunch, he was just sitting there already. There was no introduction or anything about him, he was just there.
There were people who stared at him, obviously, aside from not knowing who he was and just appearing out of nowhere, he was also always covered from head to toe in heavy clothing. Wearing a mostly orange with black patterns parka, black pants, black gloves, black jeans, that matched the bizarre black mask, like one you would see people in hospitals wearing, on his face. The only real visible things on him were his eyes and bits of his hair that poked out from under his parka's black furred trimmed hood.
Then there were the days where he was there, verses the days where he was not, sometimes being gone for days at a time. Which is when most learned what his actual name was, after someone asked where he was to the teacher, and they told everyone that he was staying home because of some medical reasons or something. Which people started to relate to why he wore a mask. He also seemed to keep mainly to himself and rarely talked to anyone, if at all, which only made him stand out all the more. Most of the guys in class were either put off, or weirded out by him. While a surprising number of girls found him to be, 'dark' and 'mysterious', because of how secretive he seemed to be, which seemed to get them really going on trying to find out more about him and guessing what he really looked like under his heavy clothing.
These were all things that a boy by the name of, Craig Tucker, had noticed about him over the past month or so since the strange hooded boy started going to his school, and living in his small town. He wasn't sure if this hyper focus on him was because he had spent so much time listening to one of his friends babble on about conspiracies over the years or not, but whatever the case was, he now found himself watching the hooded boy yet again in class, as he leans on one of his hands, his head looking in his direction. Craig's seat was directly across from him, on the other side of the classroom about four rows over, so it was pretty obvious that his head was facing him. He watches him as a strand of blond hair falls out from under his hood, his eyes narrowing as he focuses on it, watching it bounce a bit before it's gone from his view and replaced by a pair of eyes now looking at him instead.
Craig quickly looks away when he realizes that Kenny was now looking right at him, as if he somehow sensed him watching him. Which certainly wouldn't have been the first time that thought crossed his mind. Not really knowing where else to look, he instead focuses his gaze out of the window his seat was next to, and watches the rain outside hit the asphalt of the school yard, keeping it there till class ends.
The rest of the day passes by pretty uneventful like usual for Craig, despite the second class he shared with the strange boy. Although during his last class, gym, he sees something orange pass by outside on the sidewalk in the rain, as he heads back from the washroom. He watches the figure walk down the street, with a backpack on and no umbrella, seeming not to even care at all about having one.
When the school day ends, Craig heads home with a group of his friends and they hangout for a bit like usual, before all parting ways and heading home. Craig then spends the rest of the night playing games, or watching videos. And the thoughts of the hooded boy from earlier, fade from his mind.
When the next day arrives, it's more of the same as usual for Craig, the rain still continuing into it. As lunch arrives, he sits with his group of friends in the cafeteria. The conversation is pretty linear, like it always was, so he only finds himself paying half attention as he thinks of what he should do later on that day when he gets home. He gets so drawn in to those thoughts, that he almost misses when the topic of the strange boy from his class is brought up. His hearing tunes in more for it, but it only lasts a short while, as it's about how he always seemed to be absent from the lunchroom again, before the conversation moves on to something else. Thus lunchtime comes and goes. When Craig sees Kenny in the second class he shares with him, he decides to focus more on his work this time around until the bell rings again.
When his gym class arrives, he heads over to it with two of his friends he shares it with. As the class enters into the gym, the teacher informs everyone that since the rain outside has stopped now, to all get changed and ready to head out for some outdoor curricular activities. After a class unison groan, everyone heads off to change.
"This is so stupid! Why do we have to go outside and have gym, when everything is still soaking wet?! I mean it looks like it could still rain at any moment!" one of Craig's friends, Clyde, complains.
"Who knows man," another friend, Token, says back. "Just hurry and get changed, you don't want to have to run laps for taking too long again."
"What's it even matter, we'll have to run them anyways," Clyde says flatly.
"Are you saying you want to do even more of them?" Token asks, "Because you know more will just be added on."
"I know, I know," Clyde sighs irritated, and speeds up changing.
After running laps, like Clyde predicts, and a few other exercises, everyone gets split up in to groups of two and starts doing some practice throws with footballs. Craig pairs up with Clyde, while Token pairs up with another kid in their class. For the most part, class isn't to bad, aside from the football being wet from landing in a puddle, some bugs, and the occasional slips and falls on the pretty much nonexistent grip of the grass. All was going smoothly. That is until Clyde decides to tell Craig to go long, because he wanted to 'test' his strength in front of the onlooking ladies in class, which Craig rolls his eyes at.
Before Craig can reply though, Clyde tosses the ball as hard as he can and it goes flying way above his head. As Craig follows the ball's path with his eyes, he sees it on a straight collision course with someone who he wasn't expecting to see again that day. Kenny. He was walking along the sidewalk with his bag on again.
"Look out!" Clyde yells, warning him after realizing that his toss was about to hit him.
But it's already too late, and just as Kenny's turning to look over at them, the ball makes contact, hitting the side of his head and causing him to look away from its impact. Craig internally cringes, as he's sure that anyone else around him who saw it, probably was too.
Craig makes his way slowly over to him as the ball lands on on the ground, and tries to look for the words to say. But a single,"Uh..." is the only response he comes up with. And he suddenly realizes that this is the first time that he's ever spoken to Kenny directly before, and it was off to a wonderful start.
"Sorry about that," he finally gets out, when he realizes that he's just standing there and doing nothing, like an idiot. "My friend thought it would be fun to see how far he could toss the stupid ball and it uh, ended up going to far." he explains and leans down to pick the said 'stupid' ball up.
As he goes to stand back up he stops, spotting something on the ground. It takes a second for it to register, but when it does, Craig gives a somewhat confused look at it. It looked like a contact lens, but not a clear one, like that you would be prescribed to, it was a color one.
"Is that—" Craig is about to ask as he looks back up at Kenny, but is abruptly cut off when he sees Kenny's own eyes looking back at him.
Something is off about one of them to him though, there's a slit where a round circle should be, and the shade was off, way off. So much to the point where it looked like it was almost glowing. Craig's eyes widen and he stays frozen in place, unable to move, Kenny then quickly looks away and continues walking down the street. But Craig doesn't move from his spot, even after Kenny is quite a ways down it, he doesn't move until Clyde comes over to ask if he's okay, which Craig stands up straight again and shoves the ball at him, calling him a moron for tossing it so hard.
As Clyde walks off with the ball, making small apologizes, Craig's eyes wander back down to the ground again and he wonders if what he just saw was even real or not. That is until they land on the contact lens still lying there on the ground, and the image burns back in to his mind again.
The day comes to a close and Craig heads home with his usual group of friends, before they all part ways and go on their separate routes home. As Craig finishes up taking a shower, he makes his way through his bedroom and over to his jacket that he had tossed to the side on his dresser and unzips one of it's pockets, taking something out from it.
He goes over to his bed then and sits down on it, opening up his hand and revealing a small contact lens on his palm now. He wasn't sure why exactly he had chose to bring it home with him, or what possessed him to. But after what happened earlier that day, he felt like this was the only real proof he had to tell himself, he didn't just make it all up in his mind somehow. That what he saw, was indeed real. And it both intrigued and fascinated him for some strange reason. He holds up the contact between his index finger and thumb, examining it's deep blue shade and dark center.
Just who the hell was Kenny really?