South Park : Style

Chapter 1

"Kyle come down here right now!"
That was the fourth time Kyle's mom had called him down for breakfast. Kyle pulled his sheets over his head and screamed for the fourth time, " I'm not going to school!"
Kyle knew it was childish to say this at a mature age, but he just didn't want to. The first day of school pressured him alot, so he decided to maybe just skip it all. Then again, he could be stuck being that kid on the second day of school that doesn't know anything, so he was standing in the middle of both decisions.
Kyle's mom had enough. " Fine Kyle. Keep in mind that if your not coming down right now, don't go on the computer, don't hang out with friends, don't invite friends over, don't go over friends houses, don't go on your phone, don't call your friends...."
Jesus, this woman doesn't stop. Kyle unwillingly got out of bed and lazily put on his normal clothes. He grabbed is bag and stomped down stairs. Kyle's mom stopped talking and smiled widely as Kyle slumped into his chair, staring uninterested at the bacon and scrambled eggs on his plate.

Time skip!

It seemed to take forever for him to pick up his fork and eat his breakfast, but he finally did when his mother started to give him the lecture.

Kyle's POV

When I arrived at the bus stop there was only two people present: Kenny and, ugh, Cartman.
" Hey Kyle!" Kenny greeted, muffled by his parka hood. I nodded in response and stood in my usual spot next to Cartman. " Where's Stan?" Cartman asked, looking fat as usual. " I don't know, I hope he isn't late..." I answered, turning toward the way Stan usually comes from.
As if right on cue, I saw Stan swoop around the corner and run towards us- or me at least.
" Kyle!" he screamed, smiling like an idiot as he skidded to a halt in front of me. He was a complete mess, and I'm pretty sure that while he was running all his stuff flew out of his bag. " Hey dude!" He grinned, fixing his hat on his head.
" Hey Stan. Are you... okay?"
" Yeah, I sorta rushed here because I thought I was gonna be late... Maybe Shelly just fucked with my clock."
" Dude you should probably get the stuff that fell out of your backpack..."
Stan looked behind him and at the trail and papers, notebooks, pencils, and books. " Dammit I'm such I fucking idiot!" Stan facepalmed himself and went over to pick up the endless trash. ' I wonder... What the hell does Stan keep in his bag?' Probably some weird stuff... He is kind of a hoarder...
Stan didn't get all of his stuff, because eventually the bus came, and he keeping cursing himself out about it. Stan's my best friend and all, but sometimes he's just a little out of it...