Kyle's pov:
i walked through the door, entering the classroom. Cartman looked at me, he always looks at me. it makes me feel weird.
i sat down in my seat, trying to ignore Cartman's monstrous gaze.
Today we have a substitute teacher, Mr.
Garrison recently fell down the stairs, apparently one of the students had enough and tried to kill him. He was always strange, it felt like class was for him to rant about his problems instead of actually teaching us, which pisses me off since i would prefer to actually learn some shit.
"Okay class, i'll be taking attendance now". The teacher began to call names one by one, he eventually called on Cartman. Even hearing his name puts shivers down my spine, why am I like this? Why am I gay for this sadistic raciest asshole. "Here" he called, with his weird grimy yet nice voice, it felt like a piece of sand paper rubbing against my ear, but i like it.
Class goes on, the teacher assigns us with a group project type of thing. This is such bullshit. "Okay I will be choosing your partners for you, as your teacher instructed so i want no complaining" I wish i could pound this sub's head against the desk, i am so fucking pissed off. Why can't i just choose to be with Stan or whatever, i swear to god.
"Okay... Kyle Broflovski and Eric Cartman" Jesus fucking christ. "No way!! I'm not working with that fatass!!!" I yelled, i am so infuriated. "Shut the fuck up you stupid jew, i'm not fat i'm big boned!!" Cartman yelled. "Children! Jesus, there will be no switching of partners whether you like it or not! now get to work!!!" I looked at Cartman, I walked over to his desk in defeat and sat in the clear desk next to him.
"So... How do we begin this..?" I ask. "I don't know, mannnn i don't wanna do this!!!" Cartman complained like a toddler who just fell down a slide, it was starting to get really fucking annoying.. "Cartman shut the fuck up!! I wanna get a good grade on this and I refuse to work on this all by myself!!". "Whatever..." Cartman sorta complied, which is weird since he always just yells at me with some stupid insult about me being Jewish or whatever.
I don't even know what this project is about!! Our doofus substitute teacher didn't even bother giving us a topic! Why couldn't that student push this teacher down the stairs, how is this whole situation making me sorta miss Mr. Garrison. I was about to ask the teacher what we were even supposed to do, but I noticed that Cartman was looking at me again, really fucking weirdly. "Dude are you okay??" I said, this is getting uncomfortable, "Kaul, can we maybe just hangout.. after school" Cartman spoke oddly sentimental. Did an angel possess him? I can feel my cheeks heat up, I wanna fucking kill myself what is wrong with me.
"O-oh! uhm.. okay.." I sorta stuttered out, why the fuck did a stutter i'm not a fucking coocooclock...
"Kewl" that's all Cartman had to say to my response, he's weird as shit.
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The bell rung, how did it rung it felt like this chapter was just 15 or so minutes??? Whatever. I got up to go back to my original seat to grab my belongings, by the time I put everything away almost everyone in the class room was gone. Besides Cartman.
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Kyman.. THE STORY
FanfictionThis is all a joke. I hate kyman SO MUCH it's like the worst fucking ship ever dude. I've also never written a fanfiction in my life so this is a first for me. my friend told me to write this, so this is why this exists. If you genuinely like Kyma...
