Dear Anonymous Lover... (Style)

-Stan POV-
I hate everything. Of course Kenny would do this, motherfucker.

I held up a post-it note.

Hey dude, just borrowed your pencil box! Hope you don't mind :>

Well Kenny, I did mind. I minded a lot.

I slammed my locker shut and rolled my eyes, walking down the hallway to my next class. Half of these people I knew from Elementary School weren't even recognizable in High school. Their appearances and personalities. Wendy, for example, she got together with Tolkien, but turns out she was a gold digger the entire time. Bebe was a backstabbing bitch along with her best friend. Clyde became the biggest narcissist ever, and he can't even go two minutes without looking at himself in the mirror... yeah, Clyde totally sucked...Oh, but he wasn't the worst. Not at all.

I stopped walking when I saw him. He was talking to his friends, the three I mentioned earlier, the worst in the grade.

Kyle Broflovski stood against his locker, laughing at something stupid with his friends. I could feel my blood boiling.

Deep breathes, I told myself, Deep breathes.

I sighed and continued walking while I heard them snickering behind me. Kyle was the leader of the pack, and he was by far the worst. Although Kyle never participated in it, he allowed his friends to bully and pick on other students, one of those being me. Thank god I had Kenny though, he helped me through the rough times I had, the times right after Kyle left me.

Finally, I snapped back to reality. Shit, the bell's about to ring. I started walking faster to my next class, and barely made it on time.

I slumped down into my seat.

"Okay class, you should've read pages 100-153, now who can tell me the answer to question 1? Wendy? You go-"

I wasn't paying attention. My grades were terrible but I honestly could not care. I was in Senior year and we were graduating so soon. I just wanted this school year to be done with.

I started fidgeting with shit on my desk. Since Kenny took my Pencil box I couldn't write anything down. Ugh, kill me now.

I sleepily sat there until the end of the period, trying not to doze off. Once I heard the bell, I grabbed my things and ran over to my locker. Next was lunch.

I messily threw my stuff into my locker and ran down the hall. I needed my pencil box back from Kenny.

I slammed into the cafeteria doors and spotted Kenny. I ran over to him.

"Kenny! You fucker I need that!" He was holding up the pencil box with his head down.

"I'm sorry dude, I just needed it for a class. It won't happen again." He mumbled.

I could tell he was really apologetic, so I didn't say much about it during lunch. Cartman and Butters joined us sooner or later. No one liked sitting with Cartman, but no other table would take him.

"What the fuck are you doing you fucking gays?" Cartman asked.

I looked over to see Kenny and Butters very close to each other, holding hands.

"Fuck off fatass." I retorted, then I started munching on my sandwich again.

Everything seemed so bleak and depressing, but it's been like this for years. I guess life is so fucked up you just learn to be miserable and don't question it.

Just then I heard a certain laugh, it gave me chills. Not him again. Kyle walked in with his stupid gang. They sat at the table right next to us. Could this get any worse?