Flying Solo {Completed}

Chapter 31 | Writing

Bebe:

          Yes, he was a little weird. But he was the sweetest thing. He adored Wendy. He'd look at her with those big puppy dog eyes. And he was nice to me. He was mostly nice to everyone. And he was an amazing cook. I guess it runs in the family. He used to bring lots of stuff from his grandparents bakery into class. It was not good stuff if you were trying to lose weight but it was always delicious. My personal favorites were the lemon doughnuts. Just before he dies he brought in a raspberry pie, pieces for everyone in the class. I guess that was his goodbye gist to us. He made a whole pie out of golden raspberries and gave it to Wendy. Golden Raspberries! I mean, who ever heard of golden raspberries?

Kevin:

          He had a big head. It sounds freaky to say that about him but that's the thing I remember the most. Besides his blonde hair. It was a nice soft baby blonde. Like off of a babies head or something. In a way he was a little baby. He was the classes baby. So gullible and so vulnerable. 

Lola:

          Last fall Mr. Garrison said- not all stories have happy endings. Boy, that's for sure. At least for Butters Stotch. I'll never forget seeing him at his grandparents bakery.- his grandparents really loved him. You could just tell. They didn't care that he was any different than anyone else. They didn't care that he was a little slow- they didn't treat him any different from anyone else. He waited on customers, boxed doughnuts, poured coffee. Just before Christmas I went into the Stotch's bakery to get some jelly rolls. Mr. and Mrs. Stotch didn't smile. They hardly said a thing. It was the saddest thing. Their only son, dead. I haven't been able to go back there ever since. 

Clyde:

          Fact: Butters Stotch died on October 28th. Fact: My father had had at least a dozen patients die in the operating room during heart surgery. Fact: Everybody dies, it's sad, but it happens. Opinion: As soon as Butters died people stopped telling the truth about him. Fact: He was a pretty good cook but his hands were never clean. Fact: I've seen Butters push down younger kids and make them cry. Fact: I've heard him tell dirty jokes. Nasty jokes. Opinion: Butters was not the nicest person in the world. I'm not saying he was evil. I'm just saying he had plenty of faults like everyone else. Why should we turn him into some kind of saint just because he died?

Wendy:

Dear Cartman,

          I'm sorry about what happened today. It's true I was mad at you because you teased Butters. I wish I could pretend you were the only one who did that. But you weren't. You are right, tons of kids teased him, in little ways or big. I was mean to him too. I guess getting mad at you was easier than facing up to what I did. He used to send me valentines during class. I'd roll my eyes, or make faces at Bebe. That would make Butters so sad. I wonder if I'll ever forgive myself for that. You weren't always mean to him. I remember that time Butters hit a home run in kickball. You and Kenny picked him up and carried him  around the field on your shoulders. You couldn't see him face but he was beaming. I'll never forget that. Sorry you got upset. I'd hate this to be the last thing you remember about this school.