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Pop Tarts k2 (part 1)
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(Credit tot he artist 💖)
((Just some background information I have all the characters in high school so 🙂 yea but anyways they are about 15 and it's 9th grade to start also if you have a trigger for self harm or for abuse then don't read please and thank you 🖤))
~Kyles POV~
"KYLE GET UP FOR SCHOOL YOUR GOING TO BE LATE!!!!!!" My mom yelled from downstairs. I got up and rolled my eyes a bit as my alarm clock decides to go off right after her yelling. I could have still slept a bit... I shut it off and got up grabbing some random clothes and heading to the bathroom. I changed and brushed my teeth. "KYLE BREAKFAST IS READY IF YOU WANT ANY!!!" She yells again. 'Ughhh I'm sick of her being so loud and yelling constantly she needs to shut the fuck up!'I thought to my self as I started to fix my hair. After about ten minutes I give up and put on my hat. "Fuck this" I mumbled as I walked downstairs. I grabbed about three pop tart things and my book bag, coat and all that junk and walked to the bus stop. Stan was there and so was cartman. "Hey" I said looking at stan clearly ignoring Eric. "Oh hey!" He smiled at me then goes back on his phone. Eric is just flirting with Heidi. I'm left alone. Well I have pop tarts for Kenny so might as well wait for him to show up.
~Kenny's POV~
I was on my way to the bus stop. It's a decent walk but I looked horrible.. my face was all bruised up and I had bandaids everywhere so I put my hood up and just walked. Kyle usually brings me food in the morning so I'm just hoping he has some. I made it to the bus stop and the bus pulled up. I sat down by Kyle and he gave me the food. "Hey ky" I said softly and pulled my good on a bit more then began to eat the pop tarts "hey ken, you Okay?" He asked softly and looked over at me. I nodded in reply but I was lying. I can't tell him what's up because then he will worry and I don't need him to worry. All he does is worry and he ends up getting hurt. I feel bad for him...  but I'm here for him even if stan isn't... stans been a complete ass to Kyle lately and it just makes Kyle get more upset... I wish he could see that I'm here for him.. I thought as Kyle snapped me out of my dreams to go in the school. Not gonna lie kyle is very sweet when you know him really well... I got off the bus and went to my locker to get my stuff to go to my class. I had gym first which isn't that bad. Kyle was in my class which is good! I walked to the locker room set my stuff down and changed into my gym clothes. Stan was hanging out with Clyde and Craig changing. Kyle walked in and walked over to me setting his stuff down by me. I felt bad to be honest. Craig and Clyde where both making fun of Kyle and Stan didn't do shit about it... well I finished getting changed and waited for Kyle. After a bit we walked out to the field and the coach called role and put the boys on teams to play football and put the girls on teams for another sport and Kyle gave him a note explaining why he can't participate. After a bit we were actually playing. Everyone was running at me then... BOOM... it all went black
I heard some noises and saw some light but it went black again. " k-Kenny stay with me... please" I heard a shaky voice say softly and it felt like the person was playing with my hair. I heard a few more beeping noises and it went black again
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Hey so if I make like some sort of fan fiction or something will anyone read it??? I mean it’s gonna be a South Park one and I have a watt pad if anyone wants to read it on there. But I will post pictures I have on my gallery on the post. ALL CREDIT FOR ART GOES TO THE ARTIST!! Half the pictures I have my friends send to me through Instagram so if you know the artist please tell me!!! And all rights go to the creators of South Park
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