Y/N pov
South Park Elementary, day. School lets out for the day, but Cartman sits in front of his locker crying. Stan,Kyle and Y/N come into view and walk towards him
Stan:Cartman, dude, what's wrong?
Cartman:[crying quietly] Nothing. Just leave me alone, okay?
Kyle:Dude, you've been sitting at your locker crying since lunch break. Something's going on.
Cartman:[crying quietly] Nothing. Just leave me alone, okay?
Kyle:Dude, you've been sitting at your locker crying since lunch break. Something's going on.
Cartman:It's just uh... that essay that Garrison assigned us.
Y/N:"What I Wanna Be When I Grow Up"?
Cartman:I don't like thinking about what I wanna be when I grow up, alright?! [buries his head in his lap and cries some more]
Stan:Why not?
Cartman:Because when I grow up, I wanna be something that I know I can never be, Stan!
Y/N:[faces Cartman] Cartman, tell us.
Cartman:[sniffs] No... I wanna be a NASCAR driver, okay? When I see the... car races on TV, those... loud engines and peeling wheels, it's soo cool! [cries some more]
Stan:Well Cartman, if you wanna drive NASCAR when you grow up, you can.
Cartman
[cynically, walks off a bit] Oh right. Someone like me can be a NASCAR driver. [turns around and faces the boys] Look at me! [gestures to himself] Do you really think someone like this can ever become an awesome, famous NASCAR driver? [turns away]
Kyle:Aww. Cartman, you can change things about yourself.
Cartman:No I can't; I'll always be like this. [wipes tears away]
Stan:Dude, noo, you- you don't know that.
Cartman:Come on you guys, I have to face facts. NASCAR is only for poor and stupid people. I don't have what it takes! [cries some more]
Kyle:[reassessing his assumption] What?!
Y/N:The fuck!?
Cartman:I'm not poor and stupid enough to do NASCAR, and I never will be!
Stan:Dude, I don't think just poor and stupid people like NASCAR!
Cartman:Oh really? Hey, hey Kenny!
Kenny:[looks up from his locker] (What?)
Cartman:You love NASCAR huh?
Kenny:[showing the posters inside his locker] (Yeah dude, I looove NASCAR.)
Y/N:where are you going with this
Cartman
You see I told you guys! [turns and walks to his locker] What's the use? It just, it's hopeless! [puts his arm on the locker and rests his head on his arm]
Kyle:Cartman, you are poor and you are stupid!
Cartman:[lifts his head up] I know you're trying to make me feel better, Kyle, but a rich smart kid has no place on a racetrack. [goes back to crying]
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