Whoo! My first fan fic here. I hope its good. Don't worry, Damien is going to come into the picture soon! I just had to set the plot up. Yes its slash and if you don't like slash, don't flame me. Just don't read it. And no its not the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or the characters, though I love Pip like my own. –snuggles him-

Warning: Course language and abuse of chicken noodle soup. XD

Chapter One:

WHY? What did I do to deserve this? Why do they always choose to pick on me?

Those familiar question flash thorough my mind with no answers. Those questions are always unanswered. I cry and sob into my briefcase-like bag, the salty tears stinging my face. I switched from a backpack to a briefcase-like handbag in 7th grade. They couldn't stop me from running away by grabbing my backpack that way.

But today the bag wouldn't make a difference anyway. Today they caught me off guard in the cafeteria. I was sitting a by Butters and Tweek, minding my own business when Cartman and Kenny walked up.

"Hey Pip! What's going on?" Cartman said in a nicer voice than usual. I looked up at him from the corner of my eyes, my hand stopped in mid air as I was bringing the spoon to my mouth.

"Nothing," I said simply and I almost wince, noticing that my strong English accent still hasn't decreased scince elementary school again.

"Right-o. Well Kenny wants to ask you something." I hate when he mimics me.

Kenny nodded under his hood. "Yeah, wanted to know if your soup was hot," his voice was slightly muffled from talking beneath his hood so I strained to hear.

My face twisted in puzzlement at his weird question. "Yes, I guess it is.. Why do you ask?"

Kenny's snicker could be seen through his orange, ghetto smelling jacket.

"Because, frenchie, I wanted to do this!" Cartman said wickidly.

What is 'this' I ask myself, before it hits me. A little too late though.

I scream in pain as the steaming hot soup and the offending noodles and bits of chicken are poured over my head by Cartman, searing the skin it touches. My small hat resting atop my head luckily absorbed some before it was knocked off as I shrieked and yelped in extreme pain and jerked around.

OHGODITHURTS! PLEASE! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP ITS BURNING MY FACE!

Kenny and Cartman were laughing hystericaly at my pain, but it sounds hundreds of times louder than it should. Then I look jerkily around. Everyone in the student body is laughing at me…. again.

I whir around in my seat, grab my bag and cover my face with it. I bolt up trying to escape the laughter, but only succseding in knocking Kenny back into Cartman who falls on the lunch table, landing on food and drink. I keep running towards the door, my bag still blocking people from seeing my burning flesh. As I run through the doors I can hear Cartman scream at the top of his lungs many cuss words before screaming out, "FUCK YOU YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

He doesn't run after me though, and I rush to the bathroom to wash the now drying soup of my face and shirt and to cool my flushing and stinging face with cold water.

WHY? What did I do to deserve this? Why do they always choose to pick on me?

I drop my bag by the sink and turn on the cold water. I fling water onto my face, not caring how much water I'm getting on me and my surroundings. The water slowly soothes my scalded skin. I take strands at a time of my hair that had chicken noodle soup on it, and wash the yellow crusting liquid off my blond hair. My hair is the same as its always been, right above shoulder length, straight, and platinum blond. It looks the same as it was… scince about 4th grade. Heck, I'm even wearing the same clothes, pink knee socks, brown shorts with a matching brown jacket, and, until earlier, a small beret-like hat , only many sizes bigger. I haven't gotten fat or anything, I'm quite scrawny, I just grew extremely tall. Last time I went to the doctors office I was measured at five feet nine inches. That was of course quite a few months ago. I think I've grown about to inches.

I jerked out of my cleaning daze to find my hair clean and two very angry and familiar voices not far away from the boy's bathroom door. I look around for cover. There is the stalls, but Cartman or Kenny would either ram it down or climb underneath. Starting to panick I grab my bag and start to cry a little about to chance just running like a madman out of the bathroom and the school. I press my face against the door and strain to hear any form of noise coming this way.

They're close… too close to run. I panic even more when I realize something in the back of my head say something.

Get out now Phillip! I can guarantee you that whatever they do to you now will be MUCH worse than just having soup poured on your head. You know that Hitler reincarnation and little whore too well. Remember last time?

I do.

Last time they…. they.. raped me… or at least Kenny did. Cartman just watched in horror at the sick things Kenny did, and once he was through with me Cartman came at me with a razor blade to, 'Leave my mark and shut you up, you cocksucker,' as he bluntly told me. After that they reverted back to more immature things, but I'm sure they wont mind too do it again. Or something worse.

I close my eyes in an attempt to stop crying and calm myself. I look around one final time and hug my bag to my chest for self comfort. Then I see it. A window! Thank you God, thank you!

I open it and its just big enough to let a scrawny, little sophmore like me through. I squeeze through the frame and land on my hands and do an unintentional flip onto my back. I grimace at the sting in my back from landing on pavement, but disregard it. I need to go home. I brush my soup stained clothes off a little, knowing how haphazard I must look.

Suddenly I hear voices inraged voices yelling behind me as Cartman and Kenny search the bathroom for me. I make a mad dash across the front lawn of the school, trying to keep out of sight of the troublesome duo. I see a tree and hide behind it and catch my breath.

After a few minutes of sitting there regaining strength, I get up and try to think happy thoughts as I walk home.

…Kittens… Cookies…A world without the two bastards...Damien…

I catch myself thinking that last thought and blush a bit. I haven't seen him in seven years, but I find that I like him a lot still. I wish.. he was at school so I wasn't so alone and maybe he could stand up for me.

I keep thinking about him and soon find myself giddy, prancing and skipping down the side walk with my face ablaze. I sit under a nearby tree and day dream about Damien coming back to school, me actually finding enough courage to ask him out on a date…

I get up and brush off the seat of my pants. I'm sure Cartman and Kenny are trying to find me and I don't want them to stop me on the way. I convert my thoughts quickly to my beloved and prance around, stopping occasionally to pull up me knee socks. Sooner than I'd like I'm back home.

My adoptive parents are nice, and I know that they love me like I was their birth child, but.. I don't really like them. They don't understand me. They actually don't care too much about me either. I walk up to the door and find it locked. I knock on it a few times, and then revert to the doorbell.

Peculiar..

Mothers always home.

I've never came home to a locked door and no one there. I look at the driveway. Mother and father's cars are parked side by side on the concrete. They would surely open the door for me.,

Something is not right.

I start beating on the door with full force and trying to knock it down in a feeble attempt to gain access to the inter chambers of my house.

No use..

I sigh.. Once I think about it this has happened before. My parents were at a friends house. The friend picked them up and the cars were left here. They got carried away and forgot I lost my key in 8th grade, I was a freshman, and didn't get home till late….

Then I think of Cartman and Kenny again and hope to God that they don't stay out late again.. Course they didn't expect me home so early.. Maybe they'll come home soon.

I slide down the wooden door and sigh. Soon enough though, I'm finding myself day dreaming of Damien again and all is well.