Their Fault
coughs well...this is my first South Park fanfic. I hope I do good with it but just to let all you readers know, Im more of an artist, not much of a writer. Look at my profile to get to my art site
I don't own South Park or any of the characters, except for Mattie and any others I make up....though I wish I owned Kyle and Kenny
First week of 11th grade is finally over. I can already sum up in one word how the rest of the year is going to be:: Shitty.
And its all Kyle's fault. I know, how immature to blame my crappy week on him, but, it IS that assholes fault.
And its also Cartman and Kenny's fault. And just to blame everyone in the group, Stan too. Though his is minor I guess.
Its Cartmans fault for moving over the summer. He left us in the backwoods of America to move to L.A. We thought he was kidding at first when he kept telling us in his joking voice that he was gonna leave us for a better life. But...when we saw his house all packed up a few days later, we started to get worried. And by we, I mean Stan, Kyle and of course myself. Kenny couldn't worry.
Because Kenny's dead.
And that's how my crappy week is Kenny's fault too. Because ever since he died in 10th grade, Kyle never really was the same. Of course, Stan and I never really got over it either, but...I dunno, it just effected Kyle more. He's pretty sensitive about shit like that.
I can remember how I found out.
It was the middle of December and it was really cold out, so I ran back up to my room to grab an extra sweater before I met the guys at the bus stop. My aunt called my name from the kitchen, I was already late enough, so I ran out the door without thinking.
When I got there, I didn't see any of 'em. So I thought maybe I had missed the bus. But...when one of us misses the bus, the other 4 ditch to see whats up. And I hadn't passed anyone on my way there. So I walked home, not letting it bother me.
I remember walking through the door again to my 3 story colonial style home and yelling for my aunt. She came to the living room through the kitchen and I explained that I had missed my bus and needed a ride to school. But she didn't say anything. She only hugged me and said she was sorry about 100 times...before she told me what happened.
When I first heard her say 'Kenny died', my heart stopped. But of course, my aunt had to be JOKING right? I mean, Kenny was only 15 at the time. 15 year old boys don't just....They die when their, like, 50.
She took me over to Stan's house, which is only a block away. Kyle and Cartman were already there, as were Kenny's parents. I could hardly look at them, let alone say anything.
The adults all went into the kitchen and left us in the Marsh's living room. I didn't look at any of my friends.
"So...did anyone else get a message from Kenny?" Stan asked in a voice not like his own. Cartman nodded and Kyle didn't say anything. "What do you mean a message?" I had asked.
Stan pulled out his cell phone and dialed his voicemail before handing it to me. I put it up to my ear and listened.
"Hey Stan, I was just calling to tell you...that I'll see you around sometime, okay?"
And then I heard the sound of the phone being hung up. I slowly handed Stan his phone back, before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my own. It was off.
The message Kenny left me was short like Stans...but it had an impact on me.
"Hey Mattie, its Kenny. I just wanted to let you know that you mean a lot to me, and I'll miss you."
I don't know how long I had cried for.
I was also informed on how Kenny had died. Sleeping pills. They had found the empty bottle clutched in one of his hands.
But anyway, I was speaking of the fatass before I got into Kenny's reason. So as I said, that ass just up and moved like it was no big deal. He wasn't sad about it. He didn't say "Hey, I'll miss you guys. Even the Jew". He said "Screw you guys. Im goin to L.A."
I hope he dies from the pollution.
Now, don't get me wrong, Kyle and Cartman had never really been FRIENDS. Or at least they never acted like they were.They had this...hatred for each other. But when Cartman moved, that was just another person out of our happy little group. And, that also affected Kyle more then me and Stan. And after the move, he got a bit more bitchy.
Oh sure, now that he's been gone for a few weeks, I'm starting to miss fat boy. But, I cant help but still be pissed at him for making Kyle more pissy.
We havnt even had a goddamn phone call from him.
Your probably wondering why Im also blaming Stan. He seems like the kinda person who doesn't piss people off, right?
WRONG
Stan pissed me off really bad. And I lied. I said his fault was minor, but I was definitely lying. Stan's fault is probably the biggest.
His stupid girlfriends best friend.
I want to kill her. I seriously and truly do. The girl does not....shut...up. EVER. End of story. And to top it off, she's whiney and prissy, and apparently better then me.
Ok, I'm happy that Stan has finally gotten a girlfriend who IS'NT Wendy Testaburger. Don't get me wrong, Wendy and me are friends, but...my GOD all they did was argue and stuff. So kudos to Stan for finding someone else. But did she have to come with a parasite?!
This girl not Stans girlfriend, she's ok, Victoria, not Vicky, god forbid, has just suddenly decided that she's allowed in our group. That's not how it works. I have been the only girl in this group.Ever. That's how its been since 4th grade, and that's how its going to STAY. But Stan doesn't mind. Its his lovers best friend, she's "Cool". And Kyle certainly doesn't mind, because she "Fills in for Kenny". She doesn't crack any Jew jokes on Kyle so he cant say that she fills in for Cartman. But she's not poor either, so how can she fill in for Kenny?!
You probably think I'm jealous, right? I'm not. I'm super pissed because I feel like this girl is replacing me.
And Im sorta getting off topic, arnt I?
I cant help staring at my hands. Random, eh? But its true. All the scars I have on them just attract my attention, and make bad memories rise to the surface. Memories that my friends helped me lock up. But lately, they've been coming back to me.
So I just turned 16. Kenny would have been 16 a few days before me. But since he died in December, he never got to see how 'sweet' it is. Strangers used to think Kenny and me were twins because we looked alike. Gemini's. Its funny when I think about it. But there I am off topic AGAIN.
So I as I was saying, I just turned 16 in June. Life was good for about 6 years. I'll start from the beginning.
My mom died when I was about two, so I don't really remember her. She's buried in New York. My dad tried his hardest to maintain work and watch me grow up. He was only with me until I was six. And then he died too.
The funeral took place in South Park, because this is where my dad had grown up. And my aunt lived here and I was supposed to live with her. My aunt Chloe is the best.
But something happened that shouldn't have, and I still wish it hadn't. My uncle Tony told me that there was a change of plans. I wasn't gonna live with aunt Chloe, I was going to live with him. I was six. I believed him. So he took me back to Rhode Island with him in the middle of the funeral party. I didn't know I wasn't really supposed to live with him.
I like to call my 2 years of living with him, The Hell years. Because that's what it was. Hell. That man would come home drunk every night and beat me just because he felt like it. He used to lock me in the basement with no food for days. Finally, the cops caught on to what he was doing and well...he's in jail now, and I was sent once more to South Park, Colorado to live with aunt Chloe.
The six years after that were wonderful. Kenny, Kyle, Stan and Cartman were the first to talk to me in my new school. And after I joined their group, we were all inseperable.
But times change as you get older. Our happy group of 5 has now been widdled down to 3 due to death and a move. But it seems we will become 2. And that will change everything for the worse.
Stan hasn't really hung out with us the past 2 weeks because of his new girlfriend. I fear he'll leave us for good soon. And that might make Kyle get some new friends. And then I'll be left alone.
And me being alone is not good.
phew, I hope that's enough for one chapter. And as I said, Im not much of a writer, so Im sorry if that was really corny and retarded. But review it anyway