Flying Solo {Completed}

Chapter 34 | 9:04 P.M. Kyle Broflovski's House

April 30th, Sunday. 

          Kyle Broflovski lay in bed with her eyes closed. She was tired of talking and arguing. His parents were furious about what went down on Friday, angry with her on Saturday, and they were still mad on Sunday. He couldn't really remember the last time they had been so mad for so long. 

          All weekend Kyle had listened to them. We are disappointed in you. Your Mother and I expect you to show batter judgment than that. 

          When it was Kyle's turn to speak, he had repeated eleven words over and over and over until they began to lose their meaning: We ran the class, we did our work, we behaved ourselves. 

          Character, her mother reminded her, is how you act when no one is watching. 

          I know, Kyle angrily said, stubbornly. I'm proud of how we acted. 

          This was true, mostly. Except for one small thing, his conscience was clear. 

          The downstairs phone started ringing. It hadn't stopped ringing all weekend. He hoped that it wasn't for her, but in a moment he heard footsteps on the stairs. The door opened and the silhouette of her mother appeared in the doorway. 

          "Kyle, are you still awake?" his mother asked. Kyle could hear the coldness in his mother's voice. Would her parents stay mad at her forever?

          "Yeah"

          "Mr. Garrison is on the phone. He wants to talk to you" 

          Kyle climbed out of bed and stumbled into the hallway. This was the call he'd been dreading. 

          "Hello?" Kyle thought his voice sounded faint, uncertain. 

          "Hi Kyle, This is Mr. Garrison" Pause. "I'm really sorry to be calling you so late at night but I just got home"

          "That's okay" he said softly. Another pause. "I guess you heard, huh?"

         "I just got off the phone with Principal Victoria, she's really upset"

          "I know" was all Kyle knew how to say. 

          "I'm just trying to figure out what happened on Friday" Mr. Garrison asked. 

          "We ran the class ourselves" he replied confidently, flattered that he had called her. 

          "Yes, Principal Victoria told me that" Mr. Garrison said "But what did you do all day?"

          "We did our work, mostly" she replied. 

          "You did?"

          "Yes sir. Some kids fooled around a little, but we got a lot of work done too. I ran the class, sort of, I followed the plans you left for you sub. Let's see, we did spelling, math, reading. WE did just about everything" 

          "Did you write?" he asked. 

           "Yes sir. We wrote a ton, as a matter of fact we wrote like four times, I think"

          "All right" he sighed. He sounded relived. Which is a good thing. "Kyle, did anything out of the ordinary happen. Anything I should know about?"

          "Well, yes" Kyle took a deep breath. "Cartman told us it was his last day. So we took a vote and decided to have a rock ritual"

          "When was that?" Mr. Garrison interrupted. 

          "Around two" she answered "Before the assembly. We passed around the rock but when it was Wendy's turn she started writing Cartman these noted. About Butters Stotch. He started yelling at her. They got into this really big argument"

          "About Leopold?"

          "Yes sir" Kyle nodded, even though he couldn't see her. She swallowed "It ended up okay, but it got a little scary for a while. They were both crying"

          "Did Wendy... Talk?" he cautiously asked. 

          "No" Kyle replied "But she cried a lot, Cartman did too"

          "I see"

          Another pause. 

         "Mr. Garrison, in a way I feel like I should apologize. But in another way I don't think I have to. It's hard to explain" he rubbed his eyelids. 

          "Kyle, we'll talk about this tomorrow"

          "Mr. Garrison, Are you mad at me?"

          "Should I be?" he sighed. 

         "No, I don't think so" Kyle sucked in a breath. "I really don't"

         "I'll see you tomorrow morning" he told her. "Get some sleep"