I ran my hands through my hair before I zip and button up my pants. I look at Heidi Turner pulling up her pants. She turns around grinning like she won the lottery with her muddy blonde hair flying over her back.

"Damn Kenny," she smiled. "Who pissed you off today?"

"No one," I replied pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"I have to go and take care of a few things. I will see you around," I nod as she walks off. I stare out at the football. Sometimes I wonder how do I get up every morning, how do I keep living. It's simple, for my little sister Karen and my friends. I'm so sick of being poor. I have to get clothes and food from my friends. I finally found me a job at least and maybe things will get better. I will be starting next week as an afternoon receptionist at some massage spa. The owner said I have the look she is looking for. I wasn't complaining. It's the first time my looks ever got me anything good because some head and ass. It was a step up from the City Sushi I held when I was 9.

I know I'm late to math but I don't care so much. I walked into the classroom and take my seat next Kyle. I know he will fill me in on what I missed. I spend the rest of class thinking about what I'm going to do with my first paycheck. I decide to tell my friends at the end of the day when we're getting off the bus.

"I won't be able to hang out with you guys much," I stated putting on my hood.

"Why not?" asked Stan.

"I got a job. I will be working as a receptionist at the massage spa in town,"

"That is so gay," said Cartman.

"It's better than what you have which is nothing," I tell Cartman tempted to knock him in his head.

"I think it's good you're working," said Kyle holding on to the straps of his backpack. It's not like I have a choice my parents aren't going to do anything to bring in money the way they should.

"I get a killer discount," I smiled at them. I would love to have a lovely lady or man's hands all over my body. "Did you guys want to do anything this weekend?"

"I'm sure we can think of something," shrugged Stan. "We will let you know."

"Alright," I said watching him and Kyle go in the opposite direction. I continue on my way with Cartman.

"Why the hell would you work at a spa?" asked Cartman. I rolled my eyes.

"I needed a job that has going to pay good," I explained. "You got any better ideas?"

"Lots," I roll my eyes at his response. This fat boy hasn't had to work for a thing in his life. He's so damn spoiled it makes me sick.

"Like what?" I ask him calling his bluff.

"I don't have to tell you everything Kenny,"

"You sure don't," I agreed.

"So what's this I hear about you hooking up with Heidi Turner?" asked Cartman. I look at him and I can tell if he is mad or not. He is the one who ended things with Heidi but still wants to know her every move. I swear he is fucking weird sometimes. I'm not telling him shit.

I laugh. "Dude, that is old news,"

"How do you manage to do it? Like get chicks or whatever?" I look at Cartman. He is still the annoying asshole we can't stand most of the time but is a little tamer. He is still chubby but not nearly as fat as he was when we were kids. He has yet to have a girlfriend since Heidi and we're in our senior year. I can only assume his fucked up attitude and tabs on his ex being the main reason he hasn't been able to get girls.

"I don't know," I tell him honestly. "I really don't give a shit for real. I mean I'm not mean to them but I'm not nice either." I really just want to feel something, feel something good. Sex is like the next greatest thing to me besides food. I'm so glad I have a great metabolism because I would probably be much heavier than what I am. I have slim lean frame that I love since it helps me to get the hook ups I land.

"I'm not mean!" exclaimed Cartman.

"No, you're just an asshole," I laugh.

"Fuck you Kenny!" he said giving me the finger. He came up to his house and went inside. I kept walking until I am on the outer skirts of the community. My parents shitty house came into view. I sigh as I brace myself for what I might see. I unlock the door and push hard, the door has started to jam for whatever reason. I see my mom arguing with my dad about who knows what. I go to my room and close the door.

I run my hands over my face as I go to my top draw to grab my green. I'm going to need this to the fullest. I hear a knock on my door. I hide the goods and open the door. I smile as I realize it's just my little sister Karen.

"Hey baby sis," I said pulling her in for a hug. "Everything okay?"

"Yes!" she said. "I'm just tired of hearing mom and dad fight. It's hard for me to study."

"It's Friday. Take a break,"

"I am, I'm going over to a sleep over with Tricia and some other girls from class."

"Did you need me to walk you?" I asked not wanting her to walk alone.

"No, Tricia's mom is going to come and get me. Tricia wants my help in setting up the sleep over." Good old Tuckers, at least I know Karen will be safe over there.

"Awesome," I say sitting down on my bed. "Just so you know I start a job on Monday. I will not be around so much but it worth it."

"That's great!" exclaimed Karen. "Maybe I can get a job to help out too."

"No way. Your job is to continue being the best little sister and student you can be. I can take care of things." Karen smiles and nods yes. She hugs me as we hear a bump against the wall. No telling what they're doing out there, probably fighting. "You want to hang with me for a bit before Tricia's mom comes to pick you up?"

"Sure," said Karen making me happy because I was not in the mood to be alone just yet.