I hum getting dressed and doing my hair a little, I put my hat on as Shelly asks. "You going to school today turd?" I nod. "Yep! The first day, how do I look?" She answers. "Like a Turd" I smile sarcastically. "Thank you." I walk downstairs hugging my mum, goodbye, my mum had a tear in her eye and didn't want me to leave. Goddamit woman. She's so emotional. I get into my old rusty truck and drive past kyle's house, I see him walking along the road and honk. "Get in my car, I have candy." He laughs jumping in. I smile. "Hey, little boy. Want some candy?" He hits my arm. "Just drive asshole" We talk and talk getting to school and getting inside,

Kyle drags me to this group of people as he slightly smiles. "This is my friend, Stan He's that boy that lives on tegridy farms."
This brunette girl smiles. "Hi! I'm heidi! This is Cartman, my boyfriend. That's Kenny, Butter's special friend and that's Butters, Kennys bitch." I laugh a bit as we head to the library before class, Heidi asks. "How's your car going?" I kick Kyles shin under the table. "Don't blab! I told you about that in private." Kyle laughs. "She's talking about the big old pickup truck outside, dummy." I nod as Heidi asks. "What secret car?" Kyle slightly smiles. "She really likes cars and stuff like that, you should show her it." I shake my head. 'Nope! It's a secret for a reason! And I'm never telling Kyle another secret again." Kyle pouts. "Really?! You're joking right?" I shake my head. "Nope! Never!" He sighs. "Ow, guess I'll just tell Kenny my secrets and not you."

I groan as I show Kyle my timetable. "Where are my classes?" He smiles. "I'll show you, meet up with me after your classes here and I'll take you." I smile. "Thank you." We walk to my first class as he grins. "Heidi in this class."
I smile. "Thank god I'm not alone." He laughs. "Yeah, and I'm actually in your next class." I smile. "Thank god."

I get in as me and heidi just fuck around, I get a lot of questions as being new. The class ends and I run to the library to see...

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