(September 1st 2000, 7:45 AM)

Our merry children enter the school, being comptentuously looked at by seniors, smoking by the tall doors.

-"Who do these guys th-think they a-are ?" Jimmy said, looking back, even though he didn't look at them straight.

Some supervisor, apparently named Raquelle due to the tag on her shirt, approached the trio.

-"Are y'all in sixth grade ?" she asked, letting her cigarette-yellowed teeth show through.

-"Do i l-l-look like a sixth-grader to you ? I'm a senior."

Timmy facepalmed. Apparently, he didn't give up comedy during summer. The South Park audience was an easy audience to him, much to Timmy's dismay, who would have to put up with his lame jokes for at least a year.

-"Okay, you definitely are sixth-graders." Raquelle said. "Go to the gym, you have to get your pic taken for the school album. Hurry, you little shits."

She hurried the three children with a hand behind their backs.

-"Is everyone always so... bitter here ?" Francis asked her cousin with anxiety in her voice.

-"Timmy ! Timmy, Timmy Timmeh. Uh... Timmeh. (Often ! I understand, to be honest. I mean, when two big Star Trek nerds turn your wheelchair into a time machine and you find yourself in prehistoric times, i understand how you might be bitter, indeed.)"

Jimmy and Francis looked at each other, one understanding the speech and the other the thoughts, but neither of them knowing what event he was referencing.

As they entered the gym, they saw a lot of other sixth-graders, around thirty at most ! Several distinct groups could be observed, but the largest one by far was the girls' group : it was easier to get along with girls than get along with boys, although for one of them, it seemed to be the opposite.

-"Hey guys, it's Jimmy from scouts !"

The five of them rushed to him.

-"Hey Jim, how's things ?" said the boy with the orange parka, that Jimmy recognized as Kenny.

The latter took his hand out of his pocket to check Jimmy, then Timmy.

-"Hi Tim ! And... Hi you !"

Kenny looked at Francis straight into her eyes, taking her aback. She then grabbed his hand with both of hers forcefully.

-"Oh ! Me ! Yes ! I'm Francis, Francis Burch ! Timmy's cousin !"

-"*cough* We can tell *cough*" said you-know-who.

-"Cartman !"

"This kind of quarrel seems common between these two." Francis thought as the two continued to fight.

-"Anyways, i'm Kyle Broflovski!" said the boy to both Jimmy and her.

-"Broflovski, huh ?" Jimmy said. He brought his face closer to the redhead's. "You know the joke about the jew on a rope, Broflovski ?"

Kyle sighed in annoyance and turned his head towards his best friend.

-"He ALSO makes jokes about Jewish people ?"

-"He makes jokes about everyone, dude. You should have seen the beating Timmy got in the face in scouts."

Stan was right. Jimmy was known for slashing everyone with his sharp words, but especially his buddy, that he called "Tim-Tim", who decided to retaliate against his talking jabs with real jabs. But the blue hat boy thought it was just his unconventional way of making friends : he looked like he never had that many.

-"Okay kids, first on line for the pictures !" said another supervisor with a big big smile and very blonde hair. "I'll start with 6-A in alphabetical order... Bradley Baker ?"

The only boy in the group of girls jumped, his hands tangled in his curly blonde hair. He nervously walked towards the camera.

-"Okay ! Then come on, Kyle Brolov... Brofov..."

-"Broflovski..."

-"YEAH ! You, come on."

Kyle was then asked to remove his hat, revealing a really huge mass of red hair.

-"He's gonna get s-stuck in every door with that amount of hair." Jimmy said. "A little more and you could make him stand on his head like a t... like a t... t-tumbler."

The group laughed, except Timmy, of course. He then got called by the supervisor.

He crossed his fingers, arm resting on his chair and following with both eyes Bebe and her shiny pearl necklace, surely fake. But he saw that Jimmy was also looking at her, this time in bewilderment. In no time, Timmy intervened.

-"Timmeh !! Tim-Timmy Timmy, TIMMY ! Timmy Timmeh... Ha ha ! (Do not expect much from her ! Many boys shot their shot but she is armed with mirrors ! She probably won't even look at a scoundrel like you. Besides, I'm pretty sure she's a lesbian.)"

Timmy was lying, of course. But he sounded like he knew much more than her...

-"Wait... You can understand what he says ?" asked Eric, visibly taken aback.

-"... You don't ?"

-"Well i guess cripples understand each other..."

-"Okay ! Last shot !"

Timmy suddenly looked up, hoping with all his heart that the bastard next to him wouldn't end up in the same class as him.

-"Heidi Turner and James Valmer ?"

James ? James ! No Jimmy in sight ! Timmy quickly clapped his hands together, inwardly jubilant. He won without even making an effort !

But he had thought too fast, and the emotional elevator went in free fall when Jimmy wobbled towards Heidi, saying "Ladies first !" !

How did he not think of this possibility ?! Jimmy was only a diminutive ! It was like Jimmy Fallon, who, according to Timmy, and a lot of other people, was the least funny guy on the planet ! Well, guess who just stole his medal !

Both students displayed their best smiles.

-"Winking like that, it looks like you're looking up with this lazy eye of yours !" Timmy angrily thought.

-"Huh ?"

What ? He heard him? Did Timmy accidentally send him a psychic message ? This was plausible, given that he was scanning his brain right now for his deepest fears and weaknesses, but he hasn't found anything yet.

Lost in brain analyzing, he didn't notice the comeback of the crutch kid, who tapped him with his elbow, smiling dumbly. Timmy got startled and his hand, previously on his head, flew away to the other side, hitting Butters.

-"Watch out, my guy !"

The guy gave him a death stare, and Butters moved slightly away.

It must be said that he had always been a little afraid of him. He always looked distracted, like he could do things no one else could !

For example, he would have sworn on his mother's life that when Kyle's cousin, Kyle, visited South Park, he saw his shoelaces get tangled together on their own as the two passed the wheelchair kid, causing him to fall and suffer a nosebleed.

He glanced at Timmy with a look that said : "I know what you did, fella."

-"Okay, 6-A, you all look GREAT in your pictures ! Now go to room B-1, first floor."

-"Jeez, the first floor ! Well, i guess we have to t-take the elevator together, very much." Jimmy said looking at his friend, like it wouldn't be a problem.

-"Jimmeh... (Motherfucker... I know damn well that even with your crutches, you can still climb stairs. And you still want to go with me.)"

Timmy could teleport directly in front of B-1, but it would be too suspicious. So he let Jimmy talk and talk in his ears during the whole way out.

Too bad Francis wasn't in his class.