Kyman: Newfound Feelings

The Bus Trip

Chapter 1: The Bus Trip

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Cartman's POV:

I wake up to the fresh smell of bacon. My arms reach above my head and I stretch. A small yawn escapes my mouth. My vision is slightly dazed, but I continue to get out of my bed. I reach into my drawer and pull out a black tee as well as some brown jean shorts. Over the course of three years, I had lost some weight, but it was hard due to my slut of a mother. She had always overfed me and spoiled me. I was not as fat as I was in grade four, but I was still chubby. I could honestly care less about my hair so I just threw on my blue beanie with a yellow rim and poof ball. I felt heavy and it was hard to move, most likely due to the four hours of sleep I had last night. But even so, I gathered my final bit of strength and walked over to my closet to pull out the red hoodie I wore ever since grade four. After about 20 minutes I had finished preparing for a shitty week at an outdoor camp.

"Poopsikins don't forget to bring down your suitcase for outdoor camp," Liane called out to me in her sweet motherly voice while preparing my breakfast.

"Alright, mom." My voice travelled down the stairs while I exited my room to go downstairs to eat. As I got closer to the kitchen the once faint smell of bacon got stronger.

As I finally entered the kitchen, I could see a single plate of food on the table. Crisp glistening bacon, white fluffy eggs, and golden brown toast. My mom often made stuff like that for me, but nowadays I would only take a bite so I could lose weight faster. Sometimes I think she's trying to kill me with all that grease and fattening food, but I wouldn't blame her... I mean it's not like I already have a lot of people who probably want to kill me. When she wasn't paying attention, I poured the rest of the food in a plastic bag to give to the poor boy; Kenny. But I'll keep in mind to save a piece of bacon or two, to eat it in front of that stupid jew; Kyle. God, he fucking annoyed me.

"Bye, mom," I yelled before leaving the house.

"Bye sweetie, I hope you have fun at camp with all your little friends." She smiles and waves goodbye. Deep down inside I know she's glad I'm leaving the house so she can bring more guys to fuck her.

The cold air hit me as I entered the outside environment. The air left a white cloud when it collided with my breath. My feet and suitcase leaving imprints in the fresh, white, fluffy snow as I walked to the bus stop.

"Hey look who it is, it's the fatass." Kyle and Stan snickered while Kenny just laughed.

"Shut it jew, and if Kenneth continues to laugh and I won't be feeding him anymore." I snapped back. Kyle got a salty look on his face and growled.

"Mph mph mph (I'm sorry Cartman)," Kenny said sympathetically. I pulled out the bag of my breakfast and held it in the air. Kenny suddenly snatched it from my hand.

"Mph (Yipee)!" Kenny cheered. I rolled my eyes and a small smile formed on my face. I turn my attention to the boys I call my "best friends" and notice the changes about them. At first, Kyle was the shortest out of all of us and he still hadn't hit puberty, but when he did, he hit it like a bus. He grew to almost 6ft and began to look more muscular. His voice was much deeper than any of us in grade nine and all the girls swarmed to him. To think he used to be at the bottom of the list. Stan grew to around 5'8 and still looked fairly good. Kenny, on the other hand, is the best looking out of all of us as well as the tallest in grade nine. It's unfortunate that he hides it under that orange parka. But there's one thing for sure, Stan is still a hippy, Kenny is a poor bastard, and Kyle is still a filthy jew rat. I find it kinda funny how they call me an asshole yet they're the little immature assholes who think the whole world revolves around them, especially Kyle... A yellow bus pulls up from the distance and parks in front of us.