-Hell Park RI- a Hell Park re imagination.

Wendy

Two years later...

-Thanks for the help, Stan. I have to go now; it's getting pretty dark- said the girl in pink. Her name was Wendy Testaburger. She was saying goodbye to her best friend after working together on a school project.

-Thanks to you, Wen. By the way, the guys and I are planning a small party. Kyle and Kenny will be there. So, I don't know if you want to come- said Stan nonchalantly.

-Oh, Stan, it sounds nice, but knowing your parties, they probably end up with a goat on the roof and banana peels all over the floor. You almost killed me with those peels!- Wendy joked.

-Oh Wendy! My dearest friend! A banana peel would never hurt anyone. Besides, you'd have to have the intelligence of a towel to die slipping on a simple banana peel. I challenge you to tell me a case of someone who has...-

However, Wendy interrupted him and said:

-Stan... You know very well that I like you, I value you, and I care a lot about you, but... I think you should seriously consider eating other things besides bananas, or at least clean up all the peels you leave when you eat them- Wendy said in a carefree and mocking tone, but deep down she wished her friend were a little more... "organized." For God's sake, it was a miracle no one had died yet from Stan's nonsense!

-I'll do it the day you stop fighting with Cartman- Stan replied.

-Oh, well- she looked at Stan pretending to be sad. -Just promise me that now you will lock the door and everything will be fine. But I suppose I'll never live long enough to see your bed made properly.-sighed the black-haired girl. She wished Stan would stop being so distracted and disorganized. He had even forgotten what day his own birthday was! -Well...- Wendy said while looking at her watch- it was already seven in the evening. If she continued talking with Stan, it would get even later. It was better to hurry and get home soon.

-Is something wrong?- Stan saw how his friend looked at her watch with concern.

-Yes, look, don't tell anyone. Do you remember my friend Red, right?-

-Uh huh,- replied Stan without seeming to pay much attention. "He really needed to sleep" said Wendy in her mind as she looked at his friend.

-Well, I have a very close friend, Red McArthur. I don't know if you know her,- Wendy replied.

-Yes, yes, the redhead who sits with you,- replied Stan, now paying a little more attention to what his friend was saying.

-Well, her anniversary with Kevin is in a few days, so she, her sister Esther, and I are planning to make her a nice gift. I'll be in charge of buying the ingredients for a cake we're making for her. But well,-Wendy shrugged and gently scratched her neck, embarrassed. -I was supposed to buy them today, but I got a little too distracted and look at the time, I have to go now.-

-Oh, don't worry, Wendy. You know, I think you should start considering going back to...-

-Oh, well, goodbye Stan! Take care!-

The girl said goodbye to the black-haired boy and started walking back home.  She look as if the deep and dramatic time spend talking about bananas wasn't the most fun thing in the word! The path was quite wet due to the rainy season they were in. Wendy had taken a narrow path surrounded by trees and bushes bathed in absolute darkness. The only sound Wendy could hear was the noise of her shoes hitting the small puddles of water all over the street. The sky was completely dark, not even the stars were visible, only a large and long black blanket with the faint illumination of the moon visible in the sky. Wendy shrugged and kept walking, now a little regretful for not having asked for at least a small ride from her friend. Then she felt a peculiar tingling in her right pocket: it was her phone. Wendy took out her phone and looked at the screen; she had a few messages from her friend Red McArthur.

-What does she want now?-

Wendy was about to read those messages when she heard something quickly move through the bushes. The black-haired girl turned around, surprised, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. That sound seemed to have disappeared into the darkness of the forest. Whatever it was, it was no longer near Wendy. Maybe it was a wild animal! Or Cartman! The black-haired girl looked at where the sound came from: it was a long chain of bushes leading into the dark forest. Wendy walked towards the bushes with curiosity. The night made everything harder to see. The girl looked at the forest for a few seconds, trying to discern what had moved, but she didn't notice anything. "Damn Wendy, what are you doing with your life?" she said to herself in her mind. She shook her head one last time and left the place, completely forgetting about her friend's messages.