Hero [Stenny]

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Hero

SomeSouthParkFan

I had never felt as safe as in my life as I did staying with Stan last night. He held me in his arms and rocked me to sleep. I slept like a baby which is something I haven't done in a long time. I mean this is the first time in months I didn't cry myself to sleep. Being with Stan made me feel like everything was going to be okay.

The next morning Stan gives me a shirt (that's too big for me) to wear and apparently he washed my jeans. "Are you sure you want to go to school today?" He asks me.

"Yeah I might as well. They've already called my house two days in a row. I don't want to get into anymore trouble."

"But your dad-"

I cut him off. "I know, but my mom's still around and she's not very happy with me. It's okay Stan, I need to be at school anyway." I smile at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Super! Well let's get going." We head out.

Surprisingly my day has been going very well. I mean it's only lunch time, but it's still been great. I haven't been beaten up or shoved into a locker. I think Cartman may be out sick. Oh well I don't care. I think Stan may have rubbed off some good luck on me. I smile to myself. I really enjoyed being with him last night. It was so-OOF!

I guess I must have been daydreaming because I sure enough bumped into someone knocking my books out of not only my hands, but theirs as well. "Sorry." I tell them without looking at them. I bend down to pick up my books when I'm patted on the head.

"It's okay little Kenny." That's Craig. I forgot to mention he's another one of my bullies. He's nowhere near as bad as Cartman though. I grab my books and look up at him. Craig is HUGE! Not as in big, but tall. He's about 6'3 plus he's very muscular. He's the only freshman on the varsity football team. He looks down at me and smirks. "What? You're not going to get my books too?"

"Sorry." I pick his books up too. The only reason why I'm even doing this is just to save myself from getting beat up. "Here you go." I hand him his books. As I turn to walk away, I notice Butters is standing behind me. Butters has done quite a bit of growing too. He's about 5'9, but he's really skinny.

"Butters?"

"Hiya Kenny!" He says cheerfully.

"Butters!" Craig barks at him. "Don't you have a job to do?" Job? What kind of job?

"Oh yeah." He looks at me. "Sorry Kenny." He grabs my arms.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"I'm sorry." Butters tells me, Craig slaps him.

"Shut up and let's go!" He shoves Butters as Butters leads me outside.

Butters leads me behind the bleachers on the football field with Craig following. "What are we doing out here? I have to get to class." I try to break free, but Butters restrains me. His grip is pretty tight. "Come on, let me go." I beg. Butters turns me around so that I'm now facing Craig.

"Just relax little guy, Uncle Craig isn't going to hurt you." He laughs. Uncle Craig? I have a bad feeling about this. I try to wiggle away. "Butters! What did I tell you to do if he tries to escape?"