Laughing on the outside~ A Cartman Story

Bricks and stones can break my bones but words always hurt me.

CARTMANS POV~

I woke up as I always do, my eyes flicker before seeing the beam of light sprouting from the crack in my blinds enters my eye range. I avert my vision to my mother standing above my bed smiling joyfully at me saying
"Rise and shine poopsikins!"

"Mom I don't wanna go to school today.." I manage to groan although the dread I felt for attending school was very great.

"Im sorry Eric but you must! I can't let you skip school again, all those little friends of yours will wonder where you are!" She said with a gleaming smile, somehow making everything sound as if it was dipped in honey.

"Fine.." I say quietly, almost whimpering.

I sit up slowly and run a hand through my hair, that same hand trailing down my face as I stretch out ready for the day.

My head jolts to the right as my phone lights up followed by a sprightly 'ding!' noise. I check it and it's stupid jew face Kyle.

He says "does anybody have the English homework?" I scoff as I reply with "next time remember it yourself ginger jew"

I step onto the floor, I have wooden floors so creaking isn't an uncommon occurrence.

-TIME SKIP BECAUSE IM LAZY-

I slide on my ICONIC red jacket as I do the same with my blue beanie decorated with a yellow lining. My mom shouts

"Have a good day at school Eric!" With such an unbeat voice...huh... mom never seems to be sad.

I grab my bag, filled with school supplies. I turn the golden handful with a little struggling and successfully exit the house.

-BUS STOP-

I wait patiently for that stupid ball-sucking jew to show up as me and Kenny talk about the chimpokemon game that just came out.

Gay jew emerges from the trees and stands next to Stan awkwardly. "Hey fatass, bet you got some extra big sandwiches lined up for lunch hey?" He says chuckling, Stan joins in gently.

I feel my heart get punched. "Well- well you're just a fucking fat jew face!" I scream in anger.

Kyle just snickers and boards the bus, Stan obediently following behind. Me and Kenny also get on.

I spent the ride occasionally laughing with Kenny and the rest thinking about how disgusting I am, Kyle is right. I am just a fatass.

-SCHOOL HALL-

"Fatass!" " Loose some weight pig!" "Fucking fat fuck"

These words is what I would hear being shouted mockingly by voices too familiar to account for.

I hate being me. I hate it. Why cant I just be normal like Stan and Kenny. Why do I have to be this way.

As I slot my books into my locker, I see a note stuck on the side. Intrigued, I finish placing my books and take the note down with my stupid stubby hands. The note reads-

"Hey fatass, try a salad sometime, if you've even heard of it- Kyle"

I feel more eyes fill up like a faucet, tears find there way down my cheek as I crumple the paper up into a ball and throws it into the bin, of course I miss.

I wipe my eyes hastily. I forgot my lunch today for a reason, that Kyle so openly disclosed.