South Park: Dragging Me Down

Conversation

"Dude, did you catch the trailer for the new Terrance and Phillip movie? It looks awesome!"

"Hell yeah, gonna pre-order the tickets as soon as they're out!"

"What about you, Ken?" Stan asked, dragging the scruffy blonde into the conversation.

"He's so poor he can't afford to even book tickets!" Cartman immediately shot out, giving Kenny a triumphant smirk.

Kenny rolled his eyes, "Meh, I don't know. Got too much on my mind right now."

"Like sex?"

"Something like that." he rubbed his nose.

"Who you banging this time?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, fatass?"

"Uh, yeah. That's why I asked, hippie." Cartman scowled.

"Well..." Kenny leaned over and whispered into Cartman's ear, "Your mom."

"I'll fucking kill you Kinny!"

At the end of that same corridor, Pip was standing at his locker. He pinned his prized piece of paper adorning Mysterion's scruffy signature to the inside of it then shut the door, locking it quickly so nobody could see it. He hugged his books and started making his way to class, only to be rudely barged out of the way by an angry Cartman, who shoved him into the opposing lockers.

"Ay, Pipsqueak! Move your goddamn ass out the way!" Cartman screeched as he trudged past.

Pip wheezed as his back connected with the metal compartments and he fell to the floor. He quickly gathered up his fallen papers before his fellow students could step on them, then leant back against the lockers, staring blankly into the congested corridor.

I wish I was acknowledged.

It was the same thing everyday. They'd either completely pretend he didn't exist, or bully him so bad that he wished he didn't. It was an endless cycle of torture.

It could be worse.

Disheartened, he slid up the lockers and waited for the corridor to clear a bit before crossing it to get to class. He pushed the door open to see the whole class already inside, loudly waiting for their teacher to arrive. The only person who looked up as he walked in was Craig, who naturally flipped him off.

Pip shuffled to his seat, trying not to draw attention to himself. He sat down, placing his equipment and workbook on the table. Glancing around, he noticed nobody else had gotten their things out yet. They were all too busy talking to their friends.

Friends...

He wished Mysterion was here. The hero had saved him once again yesterday, and had actually spoken to him as if he were a real person. A real person!

He made me laugh. He helped me.

Pip's hand drifted to his neck wound. He'd since removed the bandage because he didn't want teachers asking questions, but usually they didn't even notice him in class so he knew it wouldn't even be an issue.

He gave me an autograph.

Pip never received gifts. Ever. But the superhero had granted him one request, and had actually allowed him that luxury for once.

I wonder if I'll see him again soon?

His happy mood melted away when he saw Clyde approaching his table.

Probably not...

"Oi, freak!"

"Good morning, Clyde."