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You know the saying "never do to others what you wouldn’t want to be done to you"?
It is well known yet so few of them respect it.
How saddening.
This whole story could have been avoided if not the case.
Yet people will always people, and they will survive...even if its to the point of violence.
Haha!
"Reincarnation better be sweet."
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"South Park’s School of Ultimate Talents."
Despite being situated in a small mountain town (South Park), it was supposedly still a hard establishment to get into.
I red on wikipedia that; "Founded over 27 years ago, the school brings in top students from every field imaginable." It was supposed to just be a regular school, but one kid there was so incredibly smart, they decided all students needed to be as special as him and basically expelled everyone.
Very pretentious if you ask me, but still.
They also say that if you come here and manage to graduate, you’ll be set for every single job position you want. The most important part though, is that you graduate one year early than the other schools. How fricken sweet is that?
Everyone I’ve met, even grown ass adults who were clearly out of age to even send a request, dreamed of going there. Hell our teachers even used that as encouragement!
"If you work hard enough children, maybe you’ll make it to south park’s school of ultimate talents! Thats why you gotta keep studying."
Only the most incredible students with the most impressive talents (their "ultimates") could even have the chance of attending… or so I thought.
That was until I got a letter from the school itself, formally inviting me personally to attend.
I couldn’t understand. It was said built to raise intelligence, individuality and to bring the brights to the nation's future. Their words: "not everyone is special and it needs to be known by rejecting all those who aren’t."
Then how did I of all people get an invitation? I had no special or “ultimate" talent as they so call it. That was a question left answered the moment I opened the letter up though..
"Dear Stan Marsh ,
Your dad has done a unforgettable donation of 10 pounds of weed. As a result, you have been selected, and we invite you to join us as the Ultimate Weed Donor. We hope to see you at the entrance ceremony!"
God damnit Dad.
Dont get me wrong, It was really good to have this opportunity, being able to quit school sooner… but really? Going as the Ultimate Weed Donor ? That shit’s not even a talent! Plus I didn’t do crap, it all was my stupid father! Clearly, the reason why they took me in and not him is because his over forty year old ass is too old.
After the news, I logged onto my computer and went to check the list of all the other students, since they were going to be my classmates.
Most of them seemed to have actually good and impressive talents. Ultimate Sports Player , Ultimate Tap Dancer , Ultimate Humorist .. hell, even an Ultimate Rockstar !
Some thought.. we’re questionable. Ultimate Jew ? Ultimate Diabetes ? What kind of talent are those! Guess "every field imaginable" was no exaggeration. Oh well, at least I wasn’t gonna be viewed too weird for having a useless talent, cuz those were also kind of ass.
Now there I am, in front of the school gates, waiting for them to open. My dad was so excited he drove me there two hours before the entrance ceremony. What a bummer.
To my surprise though, after only fifteen minutes of waiting outside, the doors opened. I took that as a sign to enter but the moment I stepped foot into the establishment, something was.. off. I was feeling really weird, my vision going warped and spiny, like I was having an hallucination until-
Everything went black.
I guess thats story on how me, a regular person with a weed seller dad, got put into this whole mess. If I knew the trouble I’d have gone through..
I would already have killed myself.