A Tale [SOUTH PARK OC X MICHAEL]

Chapter Two; Something Something

South Park school children were perplexed when they saw the U-Haul truck and a family move in, but no new kid at school. It was very sketchy. Rumors about the new kid that they definitely saw move in began to spread rapidly. In some they made him out to be a monster, in others they made him out to have a fatal cancer. Really a mixed bag. Just for fun, they supposed.

Morris had lost track of the days, going outside to the park or to wander around town mostly when the regular kids are at school, going home when their school lets out to finish his own work. It was funny. Morris decided to keep as a ghost for the majority of time, only daring to go close to the school when he finds some cool throwing stick to hopeful do a cool ding dong ditch. Just a prank, bro. He's like 11, chille.

Well, one of these times, he got caught coming during recess. Morris wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, jaming out to music with his head hung, scanning for those dope-ass stick projectiles. He found an extra long one, perfect for a javelin and picked it up, breaking off the skinny tip of it. Y'know, for less air resistance.

He looked up as he was twirling it around like that purple ninja turtle, seeing a bunch of kids lined up at the fence to watch him. Morris looked around, just to make sure that there wasn't no celebrity or anything nearby, taking out his headphones as he double checked. Nope, no one there.

He looked back to the kids, hearing their chattering.

"Is that the new kid? He looks a lot bigger than I thought."
"Maybe he's a 6th grader?"
"Isn't he that kid who killed his mom?"
"What? I thought he was dying."
"Is he the one throwing sticks at Mr. Gibson's classroom?"
"No way thats like two stories up!"
"Ain't he homeschooled?"
"No, I heard he just skips school."
"I also heard he deals drugs cuz his daddy is a deadbeat."
"Thats so fucked, dude."

His face got a little hot and he looked away. Due to embarrassment or like, harassment he didn't know. But then he got the most brilliant idea.

Morris started walking to the fence, and the kids got started. He stopped about 3 meters away, maybe a little less and got his stick ready, doing the most to (hopefully) aim in a straight line to the playground. Bending his knees and everything, giving a cocky show.

He then launched himself forward a few steps before absolutely sent that stick into orbit. It made that THWIP noise as it cut through the air, whistling all the way until it hit some chubby white kid in a red coat and a yellow and blue pom-pom hat. The kid stumbled before turning around sharply, red faced. Morris laughed, and continued to laugh, feeling only a little bad about the fact that the stick hit someone.

"Hey!" The fat kid yelled, stomping his way towards the fence. "Hey you asshole, that hurt like a bitch!"

Morris quelled his laugh, not wanting to deal with a fat, angry kid. He ran off to the woods, feet thumping on the ground.

"Come back here!" The fat kid's voice had a funny accent to it.

Turns out that the woods weren't just the woods, there was a whole ass lake back here. And a trail that goes all the way around it, it looks like. Morris spent the rest of his afternoon walking that path and back home. Enough time for the buses to come out.

At that point, Morris ran the fuck home, music in his ears once more to keep him going.

He did have a science test to take, after all.