Stan's been shot

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Stan sighed starring down at the giant F written on his math test. He did no better then the first time, in fact he might have done worse. He turned in his seat curious to see what his friends might have gotten. Kyle his best friend since forever flashes him a smile and holds up a paper with a nice red A+ written on it. Unsurprised by the redheads success he holds up his own paper earning a look from Kyle and the word "dude" to be mouthed at him. Shrugging he turns himself around to see what his other friends got.
Cartmans paper was still on the ground in a crumpled heap, the heavy set boy pouting in his chair about what however, Stan had no idea. Realizing he was going to get nothing out of him he turned to Kenny. Stan held his paper up for him and in return the orange clad boy smirked at him and perhaps a little to proudly lifted up to show Stan his paper graded with the letter C.
The bell ringing cut through the mostly silent classroom as kids clamored over each other to get out, ignoring the teacher in the process. Stan was gathering his things when he felt Kyle shove him,"Dude what happened, how did you fail again?"
"I don't know, I told you fractions don't make any sense to me," Stan grumbled.
Loud footsteps sounded behind them as Kenny ran to catch up with them in the hall, swinging around to walk backwards and face Stan and Kyle head on, "you did worse then me Stan! Maybe you need tutoring," he muffled through the coat blocking off most of his face.
"Yeah may-," Stan began before he was cut off by a panicked kid running past Kenny and shoving into him. Grunting he opened his mouth to give the kid a piece of his mind before he heard gunshots and the kid scampered off with a yelp.
"Dude another one?" Kyle questioned
Stan turned to face Kenny again but was completely caught off guard by the crazed kid that rounded the corner with a gun. As the gun was lifted to sparely put Kenny in it's range of targets the only thought Stan had as fear began to race through him was, 'save Kenny'. Grasping Kenny's shoulders he spun him around to take his spot as he heard the gun go off once more.
All he could feel was a sharp pain just below his left shoulder, and all he could see were Kenny's huge and terrified eyes. Feeling his legs collapse beneath him he leaned against the cold lockers and brought his hand to his chest. The last thing he saw before everything faded to black was Kyle's horrified face
His mouth searching for words but unable to find them, and Kenny's orange parka splattered with blood. Closing his eyes he swore he heard Kenny shouting in fear, "why didn't you just let me die like normal?"

AN: uhhh I can't write and if Stan isn't okay I'm gonna kill Matt and Trey personally