Are u Insane? (Kyle Story)

Chpt. 1

When I was in 6th grade I realized my sexuality. I was gay. I had kissed my best friend!! I remember the look of shock on Stan's face before he ran. Ran away from me, and our friendship. And I still regret it. So much. My mom had seen what I did. She told dad. Everyday I get ripped on by almost everyone and when I come home, beat senseless by my parents. My grades plummeted and I avoided my friends. If they were still classified as my friends that is.

Today is my first day in high school. 4 years. 4 years till I can move away and start a new life.

I walked through the doors of South Park High and instantly Cartman runs up to me. "Ha, Kahl aw man,you look like shit!" He laughs. I ignore him and keep walking, but he grabs my shoulder with his big, fat, ugly, pig hand. "Don't ignore me when I talk to you Kahl."  I turn and look him in the eye, my face completely devoid of emotion. I brush his hand off and keep walking to my first class. "Stupid fag." He mumbled to my back.

Once I get to class i sit in the back of the classroom, 2 seats away from the door. Those seats are taken by Tweek and Craig. Tweek always sits closest to the door. He does this so if something happens he can leave the room before the teacher or the panty gnomes can reach him.

I'm shortly followed into the room by Kenny, Helean, and Stan. Stan. (My friend in real life wanted me to tell you to imagine Kyle looking up to the sky with a beautiful hair flip sighing, "Stan." in a very small whisper)Just thinking his name makes me want to die. Now I get it. How Stan must have felt when Wendy broke up with him in favor of Token. Least his parents didn't beat him right afterward...

Soon after the last few kids entered the room the bell rang. Mrs. Garrison walked in. "Mr. Garrison?!" Almost the whole class asked in unison. Almost, Craig flipped him off, I looked away, and Helean and Kenny were to busy looking at a Playboy magazine to realize what just happened. 

Wendy rose her hand. "Yes Wendy?" Mrs. Garrison sounded already a little annoyed with her. "Shouldn't you be teaching elementary school?" she asks. "Shut up Wendy, nobody cares what you have to say. Now class today we will be blah blah blah." Mrs. Garrison didn't actually say blah blah blah,  but I tuned him out. 

Soon the class was over and I went to my next class. The day drug on slowly, the only interesting class was the one taught by Ms. Choksondik. She was slightly see through, due to the fact that, you know, we killed her with our seamen in 4th grade.  Brine shrimp. We killed her with brine shrimp.

Author Note:

Hey random person that read this. Thanks! Anyway I wrote this cuz i was gettin' a bit bored with only one story. I got the idea for this off of random pictures of Kyle holding a bloody chainsaw on the internet. One thing though, Kyman or Style. Plz tell me. I honestly don't know which I wanna do! 

SEE YA!!!