I'm going to be editing the rest of this story, so this is the beginning of those edits.

Chapter 1: The Start of a New Day

It was snowing. Then again, it always was this time of year. Usually, the whole landscape was as depressing as a Jewish Christmas but today...today it wasn't so bad. The glare off the snow wasn't blinding, yet there was still plenty of sunlight. The pine trees weren't entirely engulfed in snow, so that meant there was a bit of color too. There wasn't much wind today. Stan leaned his head back to catch a snowflake on his tongue—each melted on his breath before chancing to land.

"Hey, Stan!" Stan flipped his head upright, eyeing two of his friends trudging along the same footpath he'd created earlier. As they both raised their arms in greeting, Stan couldn't help but grant a smile.

"Hey, Kyle. Hey, Kenny," he called, greeting each. Both Jew and Slum-dog were tightly bundled in their usual winter wear, hot breath condensing into smoke. They too were having particularly cheerful mornings. Kyle woke up before his alarm clock, without any grogginess. Mrs. Broflovski made his favorite breakfast. And the weather was nice. Kenny woke up to warm house. He was able to eat breakfast. And the weather was nice.

"Cartman isn't here?" Kenny muffled innocently. Kyle groaned at the thought of his wide-waisted classmate. The day could only go downhill after mentioning Eric—and things had been going so nicely too.

Stan wasn't affected however and responded as he adjusted his hat, "Is there any way you could have missed him if he were?"

"Hello, gays."

Kyle's day crumbled into a string of curses as the familiar voice approached.

Cartman's day was starting pleasantly, just as the other boys' days had been too. The weather was nice. He looked at each boy, naming them subsequently in greeting, "Stan. Kenny. Kyle"

Kyle narrowed his eyes at the special attention placed in his name, "What the hell are you so happy about, Fat-ass?"

"Oh. It's nothing," Cartman smirked, thriving on the red-head's irritation. Yes, today was going to be a very excellent day.

"Like hell it's nothing—I know you better than that."

Kenny grinned, nodding in agreement.

Stan folded his arms, shrugging at the fact. "Yeah, Dude. Kyle just called you a fat-ass. You don't have a retort?"

"Oh, Kyle, Kyle, Kyle," Cartman sighed shaking his head. "I refuse to partake in your childish name calling. I'm simply above that. You see, I've turned over a new leaf. Decided on a better outlet. Poetry. Now if you will…" Curiosity formed a small half-circle around the boy. All eyes watched as Cartman struggled to retrieve out a folded piece of paper. He scowled at the struggle. Mom had to buy him better fitting jeans. The fight finally proved fruitful, as the note he'd prepared came free. This was going to be hilarious. Eric smoothed the scrap of notebook paper on a fat thigh and then held it up.

"A haiku titled…Queer.

F for fag, like Kyle

A is for ass, what Kyle likes

G for gay, like Kyle

Thank you ."

Eric bowed deeply, tipping off his blue and yellow beanie hat.

"I'm not gay or a fag and I don't like ass!"

There was a snort of laughter. "Come on, Kyle! It's actually kinda touching for Cartman to dip into the art of the greats—like Shakespeare or Shel Silverstein—for the sake of a rip. I'm just impressed is all." Today was going to be a good day for Kenny too.

"Shut up, Kenny!" Kyle snapped, punching the tightly hooded boy.

There was a sound of rolling slush and squeaky breaks as the bus pulled along side to the bus-stop. Eric looked at his creation, contemplating to what extent he could bring his teasing. An idea sprung alive not soon after. Most joyously, Cartman began singing his poem to the tune 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. It wasn't exactly the smoothest fitting tune, however his intentions weren't to be the American Idol anyway. Kyle swung an arm to try and punch the antagonist, missing as Eric pulled himself aboard the bus. Kenny was in line just behind him, thumping his mitted hands together and singing along.

"He's such a bastard!" Kyle kicked the white fluff at his feet and stomped up the bus steps. Stan raised his eyebrows, looking at his best friend's back. Oh...well, the day still bight not be all that bad.

"G is for gay like Kyle!" Cartman had ditched trying to sing the poem, simply shrilling the poem as loud as possible.

Kyle fumed. An entire bus ride. No matter how brief—It was too much. Cartman strut through the hallway, tailing the Jew while shouting his slanders. It wasn't offensive anymore—just annoying. Like a fly.

While taking a breath for another round, Kyle finally reached his limit. No more singing. No more of it. Turning on his heels, the red-head aimed low, punching Eric in the gut.

"Shut the hell up, Cartman! I'm sick of hearing your retarded poem!"

Cartman stumbled backwards, falling from the force of the blow. His mouth followed the fall, dropping open as he scouted to see if anyone else had seen. Butters stood a few feet away at his open locker, having watched the entire exchange.

"What the hell, Butters—why'd you trip me!"

Butters heart leapt. Why were they all looking at him now? With fear gazed directly down at Cartman. "Gee, Cartman...I-I was over here! How could I trip you?"

"Yeah, Cartman! You're just embarrassed because I knocked you on that load of lard you call an ass!" Kyle stood over Eric, giving him an accusatory glare.

"No—I'm not embarrassed that you knocked me over, because you didn't! That stupid fag Butters tripped me and then ran over there to make it look like he wasn't guilty! Everyone knows Jews can't fight, so how could you have knocked me over?"

Kyle kneaded the bridge of his nose. "Stop being an ass and just admit—"

"Kyle! Now why is your fascination with my ass?" Cartman lumbered back to his feet, taking a wider arc around Kyle and placed his hands on Stan's shoulders. "If you don't start complementing your boyfriend over here, he might get jealous!"

"Leave me out of this Cartman," Stan moaned, shrugging out of the contact. "I don't feel well, and I don't want to put up with your crap."

"Well, excuse me! I didn't think you'd be the pussy of the relationship, Stan." Cartman scoffed, shoving the Marsh boy out of reach.

The three minute bell rang.

"Dammit, Cartman! I haven't even gotten my stuff out yet!" Kyle cursed the timing, rushing to find his stuff. All forgot about the quiet, baby-faced blond, they had left behind.

Thanks for the reviews! I'll keep updating until I'm able to re-write the rest~!