Hai, my name is Jasmine and this is chapter 1 of the story 'Waiting'
My name is Kyle Broflovski. Some say I am 'perfect' but I fully assure you it is a lie. I have a hard, hard life. My mother, Sheila, strives for the perfect family. She is the head of the PTA and has a laywer for a husband. She wants me to be the worlds best son. I have to get straight A's, never get in trouble, always follow the rules and do my chores. I bet you're wondering "Why don't you just disobey her Kyle?" well, Sheila will start a war if I do one little thing wrong. Literally. One time when I was 8 my mother started a war against Canada because I was using 'foul language'. I have a little brother named Ike, he loves hockey (sterotypical because he is Canadian and adopted.) I have two friends named Stan, and Kenny. I also have a sworn enemy named Eric Cartman. Let me rant about Cartman really fast. Cartman is anti-Semitic, ugly, self-centered, and finally really REALLY stupid. He used to be fat, but he is surprisingly fit now. I guess I can start my story now.
Its a typical Friday in South Park Calorado, me, Cartman, Stan, and Kenny are standing at the bus stop, but little do I know today will be alot different.
"Hey Jew!"
"What Cartman..."
"Want to... uhm... meet me at my place?" I noticed his cheeks were tinged a slight pink.
"Uh... no." I said, he should've known its obvious I would say no!
"Please Jew!" He said with pleading eyes. I looked to Stan for help but he shrugged and continued his conversation about hot boobs with Kenny. I rolled my eyes and looked back to Cartman.
"Whatever. Why do you want me over there anyways?"
"I want to settle some things." He said with a mischevious glint in his eyes.
"Oh, whatever fatboy." He turned to me and smiled lightly. I got on the bus with them and pulled out my phone when I recieved a text from a restricted number. I hit play on the attachment and a song started playing.
'I hear a voice say don't be so blind, its tellin' me all these things that you would probably hide. Am I your one and only desire am I the reason you breathe or am I the reason you cry. Always, always, always, always, always, always, I just cant live without you. I love you, I hate you, I cant live without you, I breathe you I taste you, just can't live without you. I just can't take it anymore its like a solitare I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you.'
It finished early and I looked up to see the school approaching. I am eighteen by the way. I walk through the doors to see a rare sight. A happy Eric Cartman. Whats going on with him today?
