It's Just High School South Park Next Gen Fic

Thanks for Nothing

Next chapter is just cute dumb filler ^.^

Light shone through just the slightest through the curtains. It was definitely getting colder this time of year. That wasn't the problem though, right now only a voice annoyed him. She jumped up and down, he pulled his chullo hat down. "No, get out, get out, get out." He grumbled. She kept jumping up and down on the end of the mattress where his feet didn't touch.

"But Craig it's CHRISTMAS!" She yelled. He groaned throwing a pillow at her which knocked her off the bed. He sat up.

"It's not fucking Christmas, retard; it's Thanksgiving." She smiled.

"I know, but who wants to wake up early for Thanksgiving?" He glared at her.

Karen poured herself milk and toasted some pop tarts; there was a police officer at the door. She was really too tired to understand how serious that was, but she headed towards the door with her mom, dad, and Kenny.

"I'm sorry but the policy states that after 24 hours we're searching for a body.  And there have been several reports of shootings in nearby bars in the County area. We just can't waste any more resources on your missing person." He took off his hat and looked down. "I'm sorry." None of the adults had seen Karen, but she fell to the floor and yelled at the top of her lungs in a desperate cry; Kenny immediately rushed to her side. Their mom eyed the cop skeptically.

"And who the hell's missing?" Kenny called her an uncaring bitch under his breath while he hugged his sister.

The goth hated how heavy his eyelids felt. It was his fucking break but his body was too used to waking up early that it refused to stay in bed, besides he'd get depressed if he did that. He looked around the room, all his posters were where they should be and his nail polish of 20 different assorts taunted him on his dresser, as usual, the only thing different was the clean pair of clothes even boxers at the foot of his bed. 

He got out of bed and grabbed the clothes when Michael threw the door open with an incredibly huge deeply strange smile. "Morning." His eyebrow twitched.

"Morning." He muttered.

"So, I made waffles, coffee's already brewing I even picked out your clothes I hope you don't mind, but Henri and I are going to be out all day until around 6ish, you know the time when your mom will pick you up so-"

"So you're leaving me to fend for myself and your conformist pitch black soul thought food and going through my clothes would help. Got it."

"Firkle please don't look at everything so negatively."

"If I don't then who will?" Michael sighed and closed the door with one final scream.

"See you later!" Firkle groaned and entered the shower.

She was running around the house along with that stupid party planner, Ike quickly learned to hate him- yes HATE, Ike finally knew the meaning of disliking every aspect of an individual, he finally understood all Firkle's dark poems about pain and wanting to die because he was surrounded by stupid people. He sighed trying to keep up with his mom. 

"Mom please I've been trying to talk to you for the past three days." She spit hair out of her mouth.

"Zaydeh, please. I don't have time to be cooking a turkey." Ike sighed.

"Well technically you roast a turkey." She gave him a fierce look. He put his arms up in surrender.

"Okay, whatever." His eyes wandered to the left where Kyle kicked the front door open bringing in about twelve bags of stuffed groceries.