Backstabber -creek-

-Chapter 16-

-AUTHOR'S NOTE-
I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like forever, but I wasn't as hooked onto Southpark as I was. Plus I just looked at some of the chapters and they seem somewhat ooc. So I'm gonna try to make them back to themselves.

Tweek's POV

Today was the first day of Junior year. Craig moved back in town this summer, due to his mom finding out his dad was STILL cheating on her. He convinced her she needed to get out of the relationship, and to not think about the kids feelings in this, but rather her own. They couldn't go back to their original home, because that was soon sold by Cartman illegally. Miss. Cartman had to quit her new job, because her son is a manipulative bitch. We all felt bad for her.

Kyle and Stan have become friends with my friend group, even though it's lacking some effort from both parties to get along. We only made a agreement to be friends, since Stan and Tolkien were living on weed farms now against their will. Usually Cartman and Clyde start wrestling each other for pure entertainment while Tolkien and Stan are placing money on who'd win. We end up having to talking to Kyle's mom for the right medication, because someone aka Cartman ended up with a black eye. Then she took us all to the living room to lecture about "how dangerous fights are and why this is the wrong path to go down". We'd roll our eyes at it, and walk on home afterwards.

Kenny has been having it hard lately, yet Butters has been helping him with everything even got a job for him. Might've also been for his dad for scaring him into getting one.

Me and Craig have decided to take a break from dating at the moment, not because we are bad for each other. We just needed to figure out who we are and where we need to be headed to in life. Finding our paths is probably an easier term for that. He was focusing on taking more honors classes in school even if he didn't do well with all the work load. On the other hand he was still dreaming of becoming an astronaut. So he had to be focused, and frankly I wanted him to achieve his long-term goal. I didn't want to be in the way of it either at least until I can understand myself first.

My schedule for this year said I had honors English with Kyle, and art 2 dimensional with Butters. I didn't really care about the rest of the classes I had. So I was making my way down the halls that had finally become familiar to me after the first few months of entering the school. I used to think everything was going to get me killed, I don't really do that anymore, unless I'm under pressure. Which is more normal for me than other kids my age.

"Tweek! Whatcha doing over there buddy?" I saw Butters standing next to his locker while I apparently zoned out when walking. I just waved to him and continued on. I felt bad about leaving him hanging, but I wasn't a morning person. Certainly wouldn't let the guilt get to me so I trudged on.

I looked up at my new classroom door, tried scanning it so I'd remember it later on. It had some poorly drawn cows on it, with some glitter glued words that read "SouthPark Cows" then I noticed it said "Drawn by the 2nd graders" probably as a welcoming gift for the new year. I went into the room and was greeted by fairylights hanging above the whiteboard that had the teacher's name and the date in red expo marker. I went to go look at the projector to see if she had any sort of seating chart put together for us, or if we got to pick them. I personally thought it was easier for a seating chart to be put in place, because it took away from the anxious part of trying to sit in a seat that wasn't taken. I saw that she did had one together and I was put two seats infront of Kyle thankfully not many people were here yet. I hated walking infront of the whole class, it just felt awkward.

I found my seat and sat down. While throwing my backpack beside me. I tried to untangle my earbuds that have been hanging from my phone for the past few minutes. I put on some tunes, mindlessly looking around the room to see all the features. I heard Kyle disbanding from Stan at the front of the class, Stan took something from Kyle's hands. I didn't see what then he walked out of the class.

Kyle was wearing some sort of white cardigan with a green sweater with a red colored skull necklace, a matching one with Stan. He was also wearing some clean white vans. Surprising for him because he's always running around town with Stan, like the time Stan parked his dad's truck on a hill and it started rolling down at a fast pace. Kyle was luckily in the area and helped chase down the truck before it could crash.

He noticed he was two seats behind me and smiled before he sat down. He sat his bag down behind him before grabbing his Mac book, and started typing away quickly for who knows what. I heard the five minute bell ring, so I knew I only had so much time to soak up before the day of torture ensued.

Five minutes passed and everyone was in their seats. The teacher walked in and greeted us. Starting us off with a "how was your summer question" that every teacher asks as a starter to the year. Only a few kids answered before she gave out some work for us to get started on. I of course just quickly got it done and over with so I wouldn't have to deal with it later. Then my day continued on.

-to be continued?-

IDK if I will actually continue this story or not I just have no ideas so if anyone reading this does I'll be very thankful to any suggestions.