A Tale [SOUTH PARK OC X MICHAEL]

Chapter Eight; Nevermind, Never Going To Do Anything Nice Anymore

Eventually, the school year for Morris came to a close. He graduated his grade, scoring above average in most of his classes. He passed his English class with flying colors, the A+ a highlight on his report card. Morris was ahead of schedule by a month. He jumped for joy at this, taking the news as an early summer and more time to fuck around with stuff he wanted to do.

South Park Elementary kids would be about done with their school year too, right?

No. Not at all. For South Park barely changes.

Morris goes down stairs, printed report card in hand, to his dad in the kitchen.

"Dad, hey-" Morris was interrupted by his dad giving him a look as he talked on the phone.

"Yes, I do think we need to push that." A pause to listen. "Oh, right. Okay." Jerry turned away from his son and to the kitchen window. "Okay, but I don't think my kid would-" Another pause, then a tone change, "He doesn't do well with- Yeah, I do understand it's a public space." A long pause, and Jerry started to tap his foot. "Right, when's the earliest he can come in? December. Got it. Thank you for your time. Bye."

Morris left his paper on the counter, rushing back up the stairs to his room. A tight feeling in his chest and a heavy, pounding feeling in his head.

He was going to go to public school.

Cramped hallways, hundreds of people, small classrooms, shared restrooms. For hours, being trapped in a gross building that's supposed to help you when all it does is spread pandora's gifts.

Morris's room was a mess now, a new hole in the wall and the closet door on the floor. Morris passed out on his freshly bared bed, face down on the scratchy surface.