By: Michelle dild0_shwaggins
This story also contains Kyman because I couldn't help myself I'm sorry. I have no self control.
Words 1265
Kenny McCormick, along with his group of friends, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, and Eric Cartman, were the most popular boys in their high school.
It's very divided in South Park High.
So many groups, or cliches, spread across the school.
Well, that's pretty normal in most high schools.
But Kenny didnt really want to be popular.
He loved, I mean, LOVED, the attention, he would do anything for it. But he didn't think he really belonged in the "popular kids" group.
Kenny would sometimes wander away from the group, and just walk around the school.
He was barely ever in class.
But today, he was in class. But still not paying attention.
Kenny was trapped in his own thoughts. Thinking about the universe, and how it was so big, and he was so small.
Kenny rested his head in his hands and continued thinking.
Thinking about dying, how no one knows that he disappears.
If he were to die right now, would they remember? Probably not.
There was only two people that remembered. Cartman, the fatass doesn't care about his friends enough to actually care about Kenny dying.
And Butters Stotch.
Butters, a small, skinny, blonde haired boy.
Why did he notice? Why did he care?
Kenny was snapped out of his thoughts by Mr. Garrison hitting him on the head, with Mr. Hat, his hand puppet.
"Kenny McCormick! Were you even listening?" Mr. Garrison said as his soulless eyes stared into Kenny's soul.
Kenny smirked, he was the "class clown", along with Eric Cartman. Mr. Garrison just gave him the opportunity to speak, not very smart.
"Oh, Mr. Garrison! How could I not listen to your, oh so, angelic voice!? Music to my ears." Kenny said as he pretended to faint, very gracefully.
"Keep it up and you'll be getting detention." Mr. Garrison strutted back to the board.
"Now as I was saying. Even though you are in highschool and practically almost adults. The school board is making us give you a fun activity to do this holiday. Which is fucking stupid because when I was in highschool all I got was my head flushed in the toilet. SUPER FUN!" Mr. Garrison cracked the chalk in his hand.
He flashed the room a smile as he threw away the pieces of remaining chalk.
"So, we are going to be doing Secret Santa this Christ- I mean, Holidays.. We can't say, Christmas, anymore. We have to say hOliDAys. Because some of us, are little uptight pricks. Who cant handle the word, CHrisTmaS, or jEsUs." Mr. Garrison said as he stared daggers at Kyle.
"And we all know who that is." Cartman said, snickering as he poked Kyle's shoulder.
Laughter broke out in the class and a "Shut up Fatass!" From Kyle could be heard.
"ANYWAYSSS!!! I will give you a name and you have to get that person a gift! And make it original, you pieces of talentless shit!" Mr. Garrison shouted.
