A Tale [SOUTH PARK OC X MICHAEL]

Chapter Nine; The Day December Comes

December could not come slow enough. At the realization of it only being a few months since he moved there instead of the year he thought, Morris felt as if time was flying by.

Day by day, Morris grew more and more angry. He argued with his father about everything, and when his mother showed up he refused to even look at her. He broke a lot of dishes and ripped up a lot of paper. He went through a lot of phone... cases, eventually being downgraded to a flip-phone.

Jerry tried to give constructive things for his son to do, like a list of physically exertive chores. Mow the lawn, clean the shutters, mop the kitchen floor, clean the refrigerator. Morris did them and did a great job to Jerry's standards, but he did not calm down. Jerry abandoned the idea while Morris continued to do shit around the house.

School kicked in, school for Morris. Public school.

The boy did not even think about riding the bus, instead he grabbed his bike, hat, and gloves and booked it to the school. Morris ended up 10 minutes late, busting into the classroom as attendance ended and morning announcements started.

He did not recognize any of the faces as he plopped down into the empty seat by the door. The teacher introduced him to the rest of the class as the homeschooled kid when announcements ended. Morris did not say anything, just locking eyes with the teacher intensely.

The other kids backed off from him indefinitely. Hopefully.

Though, Morris still felt a pair of eyes on him, looking through the back of his brain.

Whipping around towards the prying eyes, Morris found that the kid wasn't like anybody else. Taller, thin, wicked nose, curly black hair, black eyeshadow, dressed in black with a cane hooked onto his leg. Everthing about this kid screamed "dark and brooding" and Morris was all for it. Except, the kid looked away.

Morris Park turned back towards the board, seeing some history thing he already did on it.

This was going to be boring.

At lunch, Morris trailed behind a crowd of people. He did not want to risk getting touched. He scanned the crowd's heads, taking note of how many red heads there were. Amazing. In Portland there were barely any red heads.

Glancing in the poorly-decorated, baby blue lunch room, Morris spotted the kid from his class walking with a few other dark and brooding characters. Morris also spotted Craig with a few of the crew he brought over to the park that day, minus the girls and then add Stan, green hat kid and then-

"You motherfucker!" Eric Cartman broke away from his conversation with the blonde boy in the lunch line, stomping on over.

Morris turned as well as a bunch of other snot monsters to look at Cartman.

Morris deployed his feet, turning right away from the fat boy -who in fact, was gaining ridiculous speed- and walked right back into the hallway.

He thought he had some space but after he felt the breeze of a hand just barely missing his back, Morris sprinted with all his might down the unfamiliar hallway.

He hated this, he couldn't go home. He tried about three breaks earlier and got caught by a janitor/security gaurd, being escorted to class with little space between them. Morris was fuming, but had to hand it to the guy for not touching him. The janitor was a good listener, agreeing that he also didn't want to physically do anything to him. Great guy, 5/10.

So when he looked backwards to find that Eric was nowhere, Morris slipped inbetween two locker chunks. Cartman passed him, not eveb looking his way, traveling up the stairs to the second floor of the building. Morris slipped out and went back to the lunchroom.