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It was a cold winters night in the town of south park. Stan was up in his room, peacefully sleeping until his dad came through the front door, slamming it shut.
“stanlleeeyyy!” Randy’s voice called out, an extreme slur in his bitter voice.
fucks sake.
Stan groaned as he rolled over on his bed. Great. Dads home. Stan got out his bed, the cold air giving him goosebumps. He walked downstairs to where his dad was. “What do you want, dad?” he asked, tired.
“stanleyy.. i ffucking hate you! you’re.. the worst son ever..” Randy drunkenly spat at stan
of course.
Stan rolled his eyes then he felt a tug in his hair. Randy was pulling his hair, hard.
“ow! fuck off!” Stan yelled as he grabbed Randys wrist
“fuckkk.. i hate.. you stanley! You’re the worst kid on earth..” Randy tugged Stan’s hair harder as stan cried out in pain. Randy then shoved Stan to the floor and went to the kitchen. A few minutes later Randy walked back in and came up behind Stan and helped him up. Randy then poured a whole bottle of whiskey on Stan’s head and threw the bottle at the wall
“fuck! i just washed my hair!” Stan yelled
“shuttt upp.. you freakk! your.. pathetic.” Randy voice drips in venom “go smoke a fag or something.. maybe you’ll have an asthma attack and get the attention you so desperately want”
what. the. fuck.
Stan ran up the stairs and went into his room, grabbing a chair and putting it infront of the door so no one can get in. He looked at himself in the mirror, knowing he’ll have to wash his hair again. He sighed and laid on the floor for 5 minutes before eventually going back in the shower
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It was the next morning, Stan hesitated before going downstairs.
Downstairs he was greeted by his mum, sister and.. Well randy was just there. Stan nodded in response to his mother’s “goodmorning”.
“stanley, how are you? did you sleep well last night?” His mother asked, concerned
“i slept fine.” Stan muttered, he had never been a morning person. He sat down at the table next to his sister and stirred his spoon in his cereal
“are you not hungry, honey?” His mum asked, her expression very worried
“no i am.. I’m just adjusting, im still tired.” Stan said, looking at his mum, then back down at his cereal as he took his first mouthful. God it was sickening. He forced a smile onto his face so his mum thought he was enjoying his cereal. He forced the cereal down his throat.
A few minutes later he had managed to get all his food down then his mother broke the silence and said “Stanley, are you ready for school?”
He nodded slightly. He ran upstairs to quickly get changed and then went back downstairs, then he put in his AirPods and walked down to the bus stop.
Once he arrived he seen his friends; Kyle, Kenny and.. Kinda Cartman. Kyle was Stan’s favourite friend, he smiled at him and stood next to him, taking his AirPods out.
“Hey man!” Kyle beamed.
“Hi.” Stan replied, less excited, he was very, very tired.
“you good, dude?” Kyle asked, his head tilting to the side.
“yeah, just ti—“ Stan started before Cartman cut him off
“Dude, Stan, you look weird today, whats going on with your eyes?” Cartman laughed his ass off, pointing out Stan’s eye bags.
jesus christ, i cant be arsed with this.
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed “not enough sleep i guess.” he muttered
“Shut up, fatass!” Kyle said to Cartman
“Shut up, Jew!” Cartman threw back
The bus arrived. Finally.