Title: 100 Themes Challenge

Author: flannelninja

Pairings: Kyman, Kebe, Stenny, Creek,

A/N: I saw the 100 themes challenge the first time a while ago. I know you're supposed to do it with like one-shots… but I thought it'd be much more interesting as a multi-chaptered story. And you know what that means: 100 chapters! R/R pleaseeee 3

Chapter 1- Introduction

On a windy fall day, September 6th, the second Monday of the school year, Mr. Garrison pulled out what looked like a shitload of journals. And surprise, surprise, it was. The students stared at him quizzically as he passed out one to each student in the class. They weren't any ordinary journals, these were red and leather bound (although extremely cheap and old looking, he had obviously bought them at a garage sale or something) with gold cursive writing on the front, that spelled out the word, "Diary." The students looked at it in disbelief. A diary? Really? Had their English teacher really stooped so low? They knew he was supposed to get them into writing and all, but everyone knew that diaries were as bullshit a concept as therapy!

"What is this gay ass shit?" Eric Cartman squealed. He was taller now, but still quite pudgy. It was rumored his Mother had him on a diet, but it wasn't working to its full effect because of all the snacks he mooched and stole from his friends. Eric denied it vehemently of course, stating "Goddamnit, I'm just big-boned!" Along with losing the baby fat, he had also lost his favorite hat. He had bitched about it for weeks before he found it and realized it no longer fit his fat head.

Mr. Garrison tutted away at his student's moaning. He pounced over to the desk, where he grabbed Mr. Hat, his favorite teaching tool. The students cringed. Someone needed to burn that bastard puppet. "Mr. Hat tell the children why they have to write in their diaries everyday…"

"Every day?" Kenny screeched. He, too, had mysteriously "lost" his parka (actually, he had burnt the damn thing and never looked back) and found an old hoodie in the dumpster behind the school. Now who would throw out a perfectly good orange hoodie? Not Kenny McCormick. Waste not, want not, as he always said. The jacket accentuated his features, and since the ladies were able to hear his sultry voice now, he had become extremely successful with them. Kenny McCormick was proud to say he had lost his virginity in the eighth grade, much to the dismay of his current girlfriend, Bebe Stevens.

"Yes, everyday," "spoke" the puppet. "Unless you want to go to hell for not expressing your feelings."

"Weak." Cartman muttered to no one in particular. He did that often, whereas when Kyle Broflovski and Stan Marsh mumbled, as they were doing right now, they always had a figure on the other line.

"Do you think he's serious?" Stan asked. In recent years, he had become much more muscular and lean, leaving his childhood body in the dust. He was popular, smart, and handsome. As a result, the girls flocked to him. But he still made sure to save some time for his super best friend, Kyle. And … sometimes Kenny when he wasn't off gallivanting with some older woman or being dead. Kyle nodded grimly.

Kyle, unlike his friends who had grown more robust with time, had grown more feminine. His hair had grown out and now reached to his shoulders, he was thin and delicate. His friends had taken to calling him "Jew princess." He hated the nickname, but had to admit he looked the part. Girls weren't really interested in him (unless they wanted to go shopping), and he wasn't interested in them… (well, unless they wanted to go shopping. He was queerer than a three dollar bill. He just wasn't ready to tell anybody yet. There were few gays in the hick town they lived in, and he just knew coming out would become a big fiasco he had no desire to play a part in. So he stayed firmly in the closet, refusing to come out until he was far, far away from home.

"Listen children, it was Mr. Mackey's idea, okay? So if you want to blame anybody… blame him."

Wendy Testaburger raised her hand and for the first time in her life, she felt absolutely embarrassed to ask a question. She had always been passionate, fascinated, focused, and ready to learn. She tossed her raven-colored hair over her shoulder. "Mr. Mackey… are you going to read this?"

"That would be an invasion of privacy. However, I will be checking to see if you actually write every day." Wendy breathed out, relieved. She tended to treat her journaling very seriously… and if someone were to read what she wrote, she would just die!

The bell rang, and the children left the classroom eagerly, though most of them would not attend their next class. They would spend the time smoking weed behind the school or in cars. Drugs had become a big problem in South Park, and it seemed almost everyone was experimenting, selling, or buying. Craig Tucker had become known as the guy to go to when things were going rough and you just needed a big of a pick-me up. And of course, he always had enough for his longtime boyfriend, Tweak.

Oddly enough, the students seemed fine with their relationship. Eric had once told Kyle that it was because nobody wanted to piss off the school's best dealer. He, according to Eric, had the shit, whatever that means. Kyle wasn't into drugs. He preferred to stay away from what could potentially screw with his brain and keep him from getting into a school far, far away. He planned on becoming a lawyer, just like his dad. He could be gay and make the family proud, too, right? He sighed, clutching his books and continuing to walk down the hall.

O-O-O

That night, our heroes and heroines sat down in their respective safe zones to write: Eric Cartman underneath the covers, Kenny in the corner of his closet, Bebe and Wendy at their desks, Kyle in the living room (where no one dared step foot), and Stan on the floor of his room. The rest of this story takes place in their collective journals or diaries, whichever you prefer to call them. Just make sure to put them back exactly where you found them. No one likes to be spied on.