A D. That is what Nichole's Math grade had been reduced to. A D. What was that her dad had told her? That a D was one bad grade from an F? He wouldn't be happy about this, not at all.
"Class, I have something very important to tell you", Mr Garrison's voice rang out, impossible for Nichole to ignore. "It's time to decide our Math class president."
Nichole didn't give a shit. She was too busy stressing about her grades.
Mr Garrison evidently saw that nobody was eager to volunteer (not even Wendy, shockingly), so he realized he needed to throw in an incentive.
"Class president also gets extra credit in this class".
Nichole instantly raised her hand. "I volunteer to be class president!!"
"Alright, great. Go to the front of the class."
Nichole stepped next to her teacher, seeing everybody's eyes peering on her.
"Who do you pick to be your vice president?"
Nichole looked over the group of people. She noticed her best friend, Heidi, impatiently shaking her hand all over the place trying to be noticed. After intentionally looking past her a few times because of how funny Heidi was when she got angry, Nichole pointed at her red-faced friend. "Heidi will be my vice president!"
"Okay, cool, does anybody object?"
A fat hand shot up.
"I actually will be running for president, as well."
The entire class went cold as they realized who was speaking.
Eric Cartman.
"Alright, who do you pick as your vice president", Mr Garrison asked, uninterested.
"Butters".
"Alright, we have a competition, or whatever. I don't fucking give a shit, just see who gets the most student votes."
Eric Cartman stood up next to Nichole, looking her up and down.
"Fuckin' n*ger…" Cartman whispered under his breath, loud enough for Nichole to hear.
Nichole obviously didn't like that comment. Her face went red with anger, and she decided that it was time for Cartman to DIE!