The Poor and the Pretty: Kenny McCormick x Reader

Chapter Ten

*Your P.O.V.*

I was with Stan and Kyle in the hall when I spotted Kenny talking to Clyde.

That can't be good.

"Yo guys, check out this sling I found," Cartman shouted to us down the hall.

"A slingshot?" I questioned. "Eric, how old are you?"

"Old enough to be doing your mom," he spat.  "I'll show you to make fun of my sling shot."

He shot the rock, he had already placed in at, at the fire alarm.  Instantly ringing went through the halls and the sprinklers went off.  The janitor, almost right when the water hit the ground, slipped, causing his cart to roll down the hallway at a quick pace.  It came to an abrupt stop, pinning a body to the locker. 

I let out a breath, "Kenny."

"Oh my God, you killed Kenny!" Stan yelled.

"You bastard!" Kyle instantly followed.

I turned and glared at Cartman, before following everyone else out for the fire drill procedure.

"She took that better than expected," Erice nervously laughed.

"You're such a douche," Stan commented.

"Yeah, no kidding," Kyle agreed.

*Kenny's P.O.V.*

I woke ups in the small white waiting room, which was normal.

"Welcome Mr. McCormick," the receptionist greeted.

I nodded to her.

"So will you be staying or going?" she asked.

I sighed, "I think I should stay a while."