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Moving is shit. You lose all your friends, if you had some in the first place, Kyle didn’t feel the need to make friends. No one was safe around him, he knew that, but maybe this town would be different. He is older, can control his emotions better, and is ready to make a friend, maybe he’ll even make a few. Being the new kid wasn’t easy, but if he could get brought into the popular kids’ group at school, maybe he’d get close enough to call them his best friends. He always wanted a best friend; he always thought if he had one, the two would be an unstoppable force. But that wasn’t his reality. His current shitty situation was being the new kid in a small new town where everyone probably knew each other.
His limbs sank into the mattress. He was far too tired from a full day of hauling packed boxes to even think about unpacking his bedding—he didn’t even have a pillow. All he wanted was sleep. Tomorrow was Monday, his first day at a new school in a new town. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for moving in on a Sunday, he thought bitterly. He wouldn’t even get time to adjust to his new house before going to a new high school. He wondered how Ike was feeling; he knew his Canadian brother had a lot of friends in school. He’ll have to ask after the week is over; he didn’t want to come off as being too overbearing.
Kyle turned his head over to his phone. 11:38 pm. 24-hour time, not that military time shit his parents used—he always had a hard time understanding what time it was. Why did he have to do math to find what time of day it was? Not that he was bad at math. quite the contrary, he had been top at his last school. Maybe that is the real reason he didn’t have friends; people picked on nerds in movies, after all.
Kyle sighed; he decided it would be better to just try to get some sleep instead of thinking about this shit that doesn’t matter. New school, new me.
“Kyle! Kyle!”
Kyle woke to the sound of his mother yelling his name. He looked around his bedroom, but she wasn’t there with him.
“Mom? Where are you?”
“Just outside the door, Kyle, did you not set an alarm? You’re going to be late.”
“Shit.” Kyle jumped out of his bed; he struggled to unfold the top of one of the boxes that held his clothes. He grabbed a pair of clean jeans, a shirt, and two socks that didn’t match.
“Kyle!” He pulled his pants up, not even bothering to change his underwear. He didn’t have time for that. He piped his head into his shirt.
“Sorry! I’m just really stressed out!” He apologized, glancing around his room for his green hat. It was nowhere to be found. He wore it yesterday, so it wasn’t in one of the boxes. “Have you seen my hat?”
“Dad is going to drive you on his way to work. Don’t make a habit out of this.”
“Okay… I won’t. My hat, Mom?”
“You left it on the counter with your jacket, sweetie. Love you.” Her voice trailed on as footsteps walked away from his door.
“Thanks, Mom! Love you too.” He replied, rushed to brush her teeth, and went down the stairs to grab his hat and coat. His fluffy crimson curls threatened to pop out of his hat; he made sure to push each of them in, not letting any of them be seen. He had been bullied for having red hair, something about how gingers have no souls or some shit like that. He didn’t understand it if he was being honest. His mother always told him to blame Canada. That also didn’t make much sense. Kyle shook his head, he didn’t have time to think about Canada. He rushed out the door with his brown crossbody bag covered in pins and keychains from different shows he spent his free time watching.
Kyle walked up to the passenger door of his father's car. Ike was sitting in his seat, he stuck out his tongue.
He pulled the door open. “Dube, get out of my seat! You know the rule: the oldest gets a shotgun.”
“Nah-uh. Dad said I could have it since it was my first day at a new school.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“Kyle! Language. The passenger seat will be first come, first serve now that Ike is old enough.” His father said before getting in the driver's seat. Kyle sat in the back, behind Ike. He wanted to kick the younger boy's seat so badly.
Today wasn’t going well. After being dropped off by his father, he walked into his first class full of people he didn’t know.
He opted to stay back for a few minutes to let everyone get in their seats. Most of the seats were filled, he took a seat next to the window, in front of a guy with messy blonde hair.
“Dude, you probably don’t want to sit there,” the blond-haired boy said.
“Why not?” Kyle turned around to see the blonde boy.
“That’s Cartman’s seat,”
“I don’t see his name on it.” Kyle sassed the other.
“Dude you really don’t want to—“
BANG!
Kyle whipped his head toward the sound. His eyes looked the boy up and down, a plump teenager with a little bit of muscle to him and brown hair. He had two different eyes.
“Who the fuck are you?!”
“I’m Kyle—“ The redhead started.
“Get out of my seat, Kwel.” So this was Cartman.
“First of all, my name is Kyle.—“
“I don’t give two fucks; get out of my seat!”
He didn’t know why, but something in him because his blood boiled. Even if it was Cartman, he was still a jerk for no reason, he didn’t even say please or excuse and that made Kyle’s blood boil even more; he could feel his ears fluff up.
“No.” His Jersey accent shows itself.
“No? Look I don’t know if you’re new around here but I get what I fucking want, and what I want right now is my seat so we can do this the easy way and you get up or we can do the hard way and you like will be become a nightmare. What are you going to choose, a Jersey boy?”
“I guess we’re gonna do this the hard way because I ain’t getting up, fat ass.”
The other balled up his fist, holding it up high.
“You asked for—“
“OK class, take your seats.”
The other boy looks to who seems to be the teacher. He sighed and went over to sit at the other end of the class. Kyle released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and lay back in the chair. His ears soften up. It was his first day, and he already had what seemed to be an enemy so much for making friends.
“Hey Kyle was it? That was so cool! The way you stood up to Cartman!” Kenny ran up to him, giving him a pat on the back.
“Oh? Thanks..?”
“Kenny. Can I have your snapchat?”
“I— I don’t have Snapchat…”
“I’ll give you my number then,”
Kenny grabbed Kyle’s phone, and the charm of a small red panda dangled in the air. After a few seconds, Kenny immediately sent a text to himself and gave Kyle his phone back.
“See you dude!” He waved. Kyle made his way toward the cafeteria, or he tried to. He had gone down the wrong hallway multiple times, he ended up finding the principal office and the school guide counsellor before the cafeteria. This school was too big. Or maybe he was nervous to make a new friend.
Kenny waved him over to the corner. “Kyle! Over here dude!”
Kyle walked over to the table Kenny was standing by. The table was full of people he didn’t recognize. There were two guys holding hands underneath the table and another blond guy with a soft smile sitting next to where Kenny was standing.
“Hey… I’m Kyle.”
“Cool! Are you from New Jersey or something? Your accent is strong.”
“Yeah, I just moved here yesterday.” Kyle shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“You can sit by me and Butter.” Kenny patted the empty space between him and another blond kid on the bench. Kyle wiggled in his seat, for some reason the bench felt spacious.
“Guys! This is Kyle! Kyle, meet the guys!”
“Hey…” Kyle awkwardly said.
“Butter is our adorable dork, Tweek and Craig are the gays love birds.”
“Hey fella!” Butter blushed. Kyle noticed one of his eyes was a lighter shade of blue and it had a scar going down it.
“Craig this is too much pressure!” Tweek said, holding onto the other person's arm. Another blond.
Craig looked up at Kyle and stuck up his middle finger, flipping him off. Kyle awkwardly smiled at the two.
“Jimmy is our comedian and Tolkien is our token black friend.” Kenny pointed at a kid with crutches first then to the other who was wearing name-brand clothing from head to toe, who was, indeed black. Kyle nervously smiled at the group, was he supposed to laugh? Could he laugh at that?
“Enough with the introductions! Kyle here told Cartmen to fuck off, dudes! It was sick!”
“Really?” Tweek asked head tilted.
“Yeah, fellas! I saw it in my home room!”
“Actually I just called him fat… does that make me fat phobic?”
“Dude I wouldn’t sweat it, he’s insane. The dude is a piece of shit.”
Kyle thought of Mr. Hankey for a moment before shaking his head and snapping back into the conversation.
“One time he set up me and Nichole, the only other black person in our class, because blacks belong together.” Tolkien spoke up.
“Cartman also faked having tourettes.” Jimmy added.
“Worst of all, he ate all the skin off the KFC extra crispy chicken! That was the day, Cartman was dead to us.” Kenny explained.
“Really? Shit… I see your point.” Kyle agreed.
Maybe this new high school wouldn’t be so bad. He didn’t know these guys too well but already felt right at home.