Operation: KYLE

8

(They don't look fcking 14-15 wtf sorry) (sorry Wendy doesn't look pretty-)

I look at her with pitiful eyes, but I guess I understand her. Mom has been more strict lately about school, saying that she wants me to go to a good college, or University. I smile at her, telepathically saying that I understand her, she smiles back, guess she understood me. For a moment, she looks taken back, then she looks away for some reason. Weird.

"S-so! What class do you have now?" She asks out of the blue, must've been awkward with me. "Right now I haaaavee..." I ponder off as I take out my schedule. "...Construction." We both unknowingly raise an eyebrow. "First thing in the morning?" We both say at the same time. We both turn to each other a bit surprised. We both laugh at the familiarities-

"Jesus, get a fucking room!" A voice suddenly suddenly appears.

We both look back in small panic. We saw no one out of the ordinary at first, but we see two guys looking at us, whispering to each other. At one point, I think I heard, "Those two should just screw and get it over with". Wendy looks at me, and I look at her. We both look away to hold in a laugh. Yeah, right. We both thought. "What about you?" She looks back, confused as she's trying to clear her throat. "What do you have right now?" I ask. "Oh-" She also takes out her schedule- "Wait, wrong one." - I mean, not her schedule. She puts back that piece of paper, and takes out another paper which I'll assume is the correct one.

"Math, then Science." She states. "Oh, wait. I think I have Science next, too." I mention, looking back at my schedule. Science, it is. "Yep." "Ohh, that's good. I'm glad I have someone I know in there. It's a bit nerve wracking to have no one you know in a 20 student classroom." She lets out a sigh on relief. She can say that again. "Yeah, well. Let's hope there are more people we know in class." I sigh, putting back my schedule in my trapper keeper. We both go our separate ways, waving to each other. "Okay, now let's see..." I look up at the door rooms. "203... 204..." There it is, 205.

I peak through the door frame, checking to see if any of the guys were there while making some space for letting the other kids through. There's Nelly, Douglas, oh, and Mikael, Annie, Nate, Lola- "Excuse me." I turn my back to see an adult holding a clipboard, must be the teacher. "Oh, sorry." I stammer as I turn back then scan the room for a free seat. I find two that was behind Jenny, in front of some kid and beside Daniel. I quickly stumble across the seated kids, and finally sit down. How embarrassing, shit. It's already been 2 days, and I keep shutting things up, great.

The teacher shuts the door then clears his throat. "Ahem-! Good morning, class! I hope you all have gotten used to the school from these past few days! If you're still-" A knock comes from the door. The teacher sighs, the confronts the door, opening it. Wait a minute... "Well, nice to see you again, Isaac." The teacher let's out a small scoff. It's Isaac looking a bit agitated, some papers are even slipping out from his binder. "I-I'm sorry, mister. I couldn't f-find the, uhm, the class–classroom and...uhm-" "Isaac, for Pete's sake, you've been here before! It's the same classroom you've been last year!" The teacher began to raise his voice.

"I'm–I'm sorry, I f-forgot-" "Just get to your seat." He says disappointedly. Isaac didn't waste time and hurriedly looked for empty seats, he looked at me. I get confused at why he was looking at my direction, but then I forgot that there was a free seat beside me, too. He scurried through the seated classmates, then flopped down beside me, panting like he had just ran a marathon. Guess he ran here. Or is just nervous. The teacher slams the door closed, surprising all of us.

"Anyway, before I was rudely interrupted, Isaac," The teacher glares at Isaac beside me. He sinks into his seat. "If you're still confused about the school building, go set an appointment with the principal here, Mrs. Loretta, and then she'll set you up with someone who knows this school well, unlike someone." He slightly raises his voice on the last part. We all glance at the targeted kid, who was narrowing his eyes. The teacher shakes his head, looking straight at us now. "My name is Mister Armstrong, and I will be your Science teacher this year."

–♧–

I apologized to the other guys for acting like a homophobic douche (even though I wasn't being homophobic,) and we're all cool now. Jimmy's there with us, too. "Dude, I'm telling you: he was targeting that poor kid, it's like he's purposely trying to humiliate him!" I tell Stan, pulling out my lunch. Craig's gang sat with us again, but I guess I don't mind it. It's just like the old times. It's kinda sad that we drifted off as we got older. "Jesus, he really embarrassed that guy in front of the whole class? What exactly did he do to get that treatment from the teacher?" Stan asks, raising an eyebrow as he took a bite of his turkey sandwich. Kenny nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Sounded bad." He muffled through his hoodie. Cartman rolls his eyes as he scoffs. "You guys, why are we talking about some random douche here? It's lunch, for Christ's sake! Savor the moment!" He 'lectures' us, as he bites his double-double.

"Aw, d-don't call him a douche, Eric." Butters splutters, nudging him in the arm. Cartman looks offended at the sudden negative contact. "Why not? He must be if he got that kind of reaction to a teacher." Cartman reasons, ending up elbowing Butters even harder. He whispers an 'ow'. "I mean, it depends. I-is he nice?" Butters asks, rubbing his arm. I ponder off, remembering his actions a few days ago. "Uh, I think so. Just– really quiet." I answer. "But would a shy person do something bad to an adult, a teacher, even?" Says Token, who was sitting in front of Stan. "He said 'quiet', Token, not 'shy'-" Stan added. "Yeah, whatever– would a quiet person do something bad to someone?" Token corrected himself.

"Hah, I doubt that. Unless they're the 'so-called quiet kid'." Cartman sneered as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Stan and I look at each other confused, then at Cartman. He looks at us with a 'really?' look, like we're the dumbasses. "Y'know, the one with the guns. The ones that cause the school shootings." Kenny answered for us. Stan looked at them with a frown, like they just insulted him. "That's not really funny. People die from school shootings." "We never said that it was funny! You're the one that assumed it was." Cartman fought back. Stan scowls at him. "Whatever." Clyde rolls his eyes at their ridiculous argument. But as does so, he spots some people surrounding in one spot. "Hey, what's going on over there?" Clyde points out.

We all turn our heads at the commotion as we see dozens of people surrounding a table. They look like they're chanting something, with lots of laughing along in it. "I'll go check it out." I sigh. I get up from our table, then confront the surrounded area. They're getting louder as I get closer, and as I do, I poke one of the people in the back. She turns her head, "What?" She asks. "Hey, sorry, what's going on?" I question, slightly raising my voice from the commotion. She yells back. "William is making some kid eat some gross lunch!" Ugh, this William again. Is this guy that popular for everyone to know his name after a few days at school? "Move over." She moves out of the way, making some space for me to get through. I somehow slide through the yelling people, and as I do, I get in the front and I hear laughter: "And the final ingredient– my sweat!"

I widen my eyes as I see this 'William' pour a bottle that looks like water (but it's filthy) into the kid's lunch. Wait... "...Isaac?" My voice cracks a little. I stand there grossed out at the disgusting substance that was sitting in front of Isaac. I look at Isaac just sitting there with a horrored face. "Come on now. Eat up." William smiles (would I even call that a smile?) evily. You've got to be kidding me. He's expecting him to eat that?!

(A/N: sorry I was away, I took something that was supposed to fucking kill me but it didn't and now I have to live a little more longer in this God forsaken world that made my life hell and made my brain retarded, literally I don't remember shit and my family says that I was muttering and shi and that I couldn't even go to the bathroom. They don't know that was my attempt. Anyway, sorry for the late update :D👍) (edit: okay nevermind I just found out Jason's dead, I apologize)