Entry 1 - First Day of School:

It's the first day of 10th grade and what happpens? I fucking die! What the hell? I haven't died since the fourth grade. Why now? Why? Is Satan pissed off at me or something? What did I do wrong?

I suppose I should tell you how this all started.

It was any normal day. I was walking in between Kyle and Cartman so they couldn't bite each other's head off. And instead, I get my ears screamed out of. Fuck my life. Can these guys be any more douche bags for each other?

I know for fact Cartman has a thing for Kyle. I saw him jack off to Kyle's Facebook page. What a total wanker!

Anyways, Stan had to pull me out or else I would've been killed in their mini rant over World War II. What was the point of him stopping me from being killed again?

At least it showed how much he cared.

But anyways. We entered the doors to South Park High School and looked at the homeroom lists. Since Kyle's last name started with a B (I don't really care enough to remember it) and Eric's last name was Cartman, they shared the same room.

"Fucking fuck shits! This sucks more than Cartman sucks dicks," Kyle yelped out when he found out that they shared homeroom. That was like a blow to the nuts to me. Me, being the only homosexual out of my friends. Cartman was bi and so was Kyle. I don't know about Stan. I think he's straight. I mean he's still dating that bitch, Wendy. The last name, being McCormick, and Stan's being Marsh, we shared homeroom together.

"Alright. I don't have to hear about their bitching and moaning," Stan chuckled.

"You'll Rebel to Anything by Mindless Self Indulgence," I say at once. Stan and I had come up with this game. Every time Eric and Kyle fought, he'd say something from a song we both knew and then I'd have to guess it. It was kinda fun.

"Damn you're good," Stan chuckled as we waved goodbye to our bickering friends and headed off toward homeroom.

"Stan~"

I hate that voice. I really hate it.

We both turn around to see... Wendy Testaburger.

"What are you doing here Testaburger? This is L thru O section. Last time I checked, you're last name starts with a T," I glared hard at her.

"I can't say hi to my boyfriend on the first day of school? It's bad enough he hangs around you guys so much and barely has time for me," she pouted. Stan... actually seemed irritated with her for once.

"Don't be such a fucking douche Wendy. Kenny's my best friend," Stan sighed. For some reason, if anyone messed with me, he back me up. He never did that for Kyle and especially not Eric.

After about 10 minutes of them talking and making out(mainly making out), I get sick and just leave. I see the homeroom class and enter, taking a seat in the far back corner. Mr. Garrison. He HAD to follow us to High School. He's such a creepy teacher. A fucking nut job if you ask me.

I doze off sometime between the time I entered and the time Stan entered. I know this because Stan poked me when he took his seat next to me.

"Sorry dude. Wendy's like a fucking leech," he smiled apologetically and I knew he meant it. He always meant it.

"Just dump the bitch," I say absentmindedly and he looks at me with a look of disbelief.

"Wow. You never say opinions except towards Kyle and Eric. You really hate Wendy that much?"

"Kinda, yeah," I sigh. How could Stan even forgive her for cheating on him?

"Dude. Why?"

BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND ALWAYS HAVE AND WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON YOU LIKE THAT BITCH DID! That's why.

I don't say that, of course.

"Dude, she CHEATED on you. What other reason could I possibly need to hate her?" I shook my head. "Forget it, Stan."

"Ken-"

"Forget it."

He drops the subject.

After everyone's name is called me and Stan swap schedules and realize something.

"Dude! We're in the exact same classes this year," we say simultaneously and then chuckle.

"I wonder about Cartman and Kyle," Stan says.

I simply shrug. I really don't care about them. I'm with Stan, that's all I need.

The bell rings and we meet up with Kyle, Eric... and Wendy, in the cafeteria to swap schedules. I find out Kyle, me and Stan share one class and Eric shares one class with us and we all share one class together. But not Wendy. She shares no classes with us, whatsoever. I admit, I'm dancing on the inside.

"I'm sorry Wendy," Stan says, hugging her to him as she cries.

"Pussy," I mumbled into my jacket. Kyle and Cartman snicker and Stan fights a smile. No matter what, he favors me over everyone else. Even over his own girlfriend.

I admit. I like that.

The bell rings for class and we all - excluding Wendy - head to first period where we all share the same English II Honors class.

Throughout the day, I drift in and out of daydreams... of Stan. I've liked him since fourth grade. It's hard not to.

He catches me daydreaming... once... and it was one of the times I was daydreaming about us have sex. I was drooling.

"Dreaming about little 8th graders Kenny?" He chuckles and I punch him in the arm.

"Dude. No," I say a little bit too seriously.

He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, intrigue. Why does he always look so mixture of cute and sexy when he does that? Fuck me. Like, literally Stan, fuck me!

"It's nothing," I wave him off and go back to being my normal silent self. I started talking more after 6th grade... once I found out why I liked being around Stan so much, thanks to Big Gay Al.

At lunch, I'm tired as all hell and rest my head on the table. I realize I had dozed off when Stan nudges me and I wake up. Drool is on the table... and my pants are soaked. A wet dream it was. Luckily my pants are black, so none of the guys notice.

"Where's Wendy?" I ask, detesting that name so much that I don't even eat at Wendy's, the restaraunt anymore.

"She has second lunch," Stan says casually, like he doesn't care, which of course just pleases me THAT much more. I'm absolutely beaming right now, though no one can see, since I pulled my scarf on sometime during third period. After third is fourth, I share that class with Kyle and Stan. Then in sixth, it's with Stan and Cartman. But 2nd, 3rd, and 5th periods are just me and Stan. I'm very pleased with this.

Stan tosses me a burrito from his tray of tater tots and pineapples.

"I'll just eat the sides," I mumble as I toss him back the burrito. I don't eat much and Stan worries about it. He's so caring it's almost criminal.

I take his tray and dig into the pineapples first, my scarf in my lap. I then eat the tater tots as Stan hands me his juice. He drinks the milk himself. I'm lactose intolerant so I can't have milk.

"Thanks," I mumble, blushing ever so faintly. Kyle's the only one that notices and I see him smirk. I give him a 'You-Better-Not-Say-A-Fucking-Word' glare and he just snickers.

"Kenny's in looooove~" Kyle chuckles and I throw the juice carton at his head.

The juice inside was frozen solid anyway. "Ow dude! That fucking hurt."

"Not as much as one of my shurikens going up your ass," I glare and he shuts up. The entire time, Stan's laughing his ass off and Cartman's too busy gorging himself with food.

He's not as fat as he was in fourth grade. He's actually 170 pounds now. Not bad, not bad at all.

As the bell rings for fourth period me, Kyle, and Stan walk off toward Chemistry. Stan's in between me and Kyle, knowing my threat was very much a promise. I couldn't believe Kyle said that! Maybe I should mortify him with telling him about Eric wanking off to his Facebook pictures.

That'd teach him... and probably traumatize him.

Naw. I don't need anymore retarded friends, Cartman and Timmy are enough.

Though Timmy's smarter than Cartman in some ways... some...

I'm bored out of my mind. Who the hell decided it was okay to teach kids about synthesizing elements together in ionic and covalent bonds? This is bullshit. When are we EVER gonna apply this to life? Like, what the hell is the point of knowing that a Mol is equal to to the 23rd or 24th power of atoms? Seriously?

I decide to start doodling. Ever since 6th grade my drawings have improved. I can now draw life-like drawings. And, unfortunately - fortunately? - I'm drawing Stan... and he sits next to me since we're in order by last name.

He looks over at my "notes" and chuckles. "Nice. You're getting better... wait! Is that me?"

He looks again and I blush, though it's hidden by my scarf.

"Uh. Yeah. You're the closest person to me, so I'm drawing you."

Yes. That was my excuse. My totally LAME excuse. But he buys it and shrugs.

Yadda yadda. The day goes on and as the final bell rings, Stan and I rush out and towards the bus.

Sadly... this is the part where I die...

I'm walking out the door, staring at Stan in all his God-like looks. I find myself blushing and not paying attention.

A piano falls on me. A fucking piano!

What. The. Hell?

I'm rushed to the ER and die on the bed. My body disappearing.

So here I am, back in Hell.

Satan says he has no idea what happened but it won't happen again. Like I can trust the word of a devil.

I'll just wait until I'm brought back to Earth tomorrow at 3 AM.

I'll be fine. I usually am.

Maybe I can mull over my insane infatuation with Stan. I mean he's with that slut Wendy after she cheated on him. Bogus!

This was made for my English Class. And I have to write at LEAST five more chapters to qualify for Creative Writing next year.

They said I couldn't continue from another plot already. :(

So no updates on the Naruto. Sorry. I love you guys, don't give up on me.

Your Author,

Aaron...

Momo...

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