"Bubbele, go get the mail for me!" Mom yelled from the kitchen.
" Kay, Mom!" I replied, slipping on my black Converse and grabbing my black leather jacket from the coat rack.

I opened the door and walked out onto the snow-covered driveway. The thick white snow crunched under my shoes as I made my way towards the mailbox.

Upon opening it, I saw a myriad of papers and envelopes, but I doubted any of it was of any importance.

Nevertheless, I scooped it all up in my arms and hurried back into the house.

My mom was waiting in the living room for me.

Taking the mail from me, she smiled warmly and said, "Thanks, Bubby." before heading back to the kitchen to sort through the mail.

I ripped off my jacket and threw it on the floor along with my shoes. But before I had a chance to plop down on the couch and watch some TV like I always do, my mother came out into the living room holding a yellow envelope.

"Bubbele, this is for you." She told me.

I raised an eyebrow. I never got mail unless it was birthday money from my relatives.

"Who's it from, ma? My birthday's still seven months away." I asked.

She looked at the front of the envelope and frowned.

"Oh, it's from Eric. I thought you guys broke up."

I felt my face turn bright red at the comment.

"We never went out, ma!"

"That's not how I meant it, Bubby." She replied, throwing the envelope in my lap and walking away.

My mother had to have been fucking with me. It's the only explanation, since Cartman and I haven't talked since tenth grade.

Doubtful of my mom's truthfulness, I picked up the envelope and proceeded to read the front of it.

My heart catapulted out of my chest and my stomach swallowed itself whole as I locked eyes with his name.

I opened the envelope and took out the piece of notebook paper that was neatly stuffed inside.

I hastily unfolded it and began to read Cartman's letter.

Hello Kahl,

It's been a while, Jew, but don't get me wrong. I still hate you, Seriouslah. I'm only writing you 'cause I'm moving back to South Park. That's right, Jew. Tell the guys. Heh heh heh heh heh heh na na na na na. P.S. I will have your ass if you don't write me back, Kike. No homo.

Peace,

Eric Cartman

I furiously balled up the letter and threw it at the wall. Life had been so good without him ripping on me, and now this fucker was coming back into my life again.

What the hell am I gonna do?, I thought to myself.