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Kyle thought it was stupid that his family was moving to the middle of no where. He never even heard of the town he's moving to. Fucking South Park, Colorado. He's lived in New Jersey all his life. Kyle hadn't even left his hometown before now.
What sucked the most for Kyle is that it's close to the end of his senior year. How is he supposed to catch up with the requirements for this new school? Kyle snorted to himself, remembering that he could've graduated his junior year at his old school, but opted out because he wanted to graduate with his class. From what his mom told him, he really only needs four classes to graduate from South Park High.
If his mom was right, he'll be on half days taking English, gym, history, and health class. It doesn't seem too bad except for the fact that there isn't a health teacher for that school at the moment.
"Are you excited to start a new school, bubbie?" Shelia asked, turning around in the passenger seat. Her eyes held a hopeful look, but Kyle gave her a glare.
"No." was all he said to her. He wasn't excited, not at all.
"Aw cheer up Kyle, this is just a new chapter in your life," his dad said. "You'll meet plenty of new friends, I promise."
"Maybe you'll find yourself a nice girl!"
Kyle cringed in his seat. His younger brother gave him a questioning look but he shrugged it off. Unbeknownst to his family, Kyle was gay. No one even knew because Kyle kept it that way. He hadn't even told his best friend David back in New Jersey.
"Yeah, sure, whatever mom." He mumbled.
He was gay, diabetic, and Jewish. How was he supposed to make friends in this redneck town?
"Why'd we even have to move in the first place?" Kyle groaned.
"Your father was offered a good job here, Kyle. You know that."
Kyle rolled his eyes and proceeded to look out the window. They'll be arriving at their new house in a matter of minutes. The house looked nice in the pictures his parents showed him. He won't have to share a room with Ike anymore, so that's a plus.
"We're almost there boys!" His father said turning a corner and into a neighborhood.
It seems like a small town. People saw a car with a trailer hitched on the back driving slowly down the street, and they got out of their houses to call other neighbors. People stared at them until the car stopped in front of an olive green house.
"This is it," Sheila smiled. "Welcome to your new house!"
The four of them got out of the car and several of their new neighbors started walking towards them.
"I'm so not liking this," Kyle said under his breath.
A man wearing a dress shirt with a tie approached Kyle's father. He held his hand out and shook Gerald's hand.
"I'm Steven Stotch," he greeted cheerfully. A woman and a boy Kyle's age stood next to him. "That's my wife Linda, and our son Butters."
"Oh nice to meet you, I'm Gerald and that's my wife Sheila," he then gestured to his sons. "Those are our two boys, Kyle and Ike."
While his parents and the new neighbors talked, Butters came up to Kyle.
"H-Hiya! I'm Butters! My real name is Leopold, but everyone calls me Butters!"
"Hi Butters, I'm Kyle." Kyle forced himself not to roll his eyes. They just did introductions!
"Where ya from?" Butters had the brightest blue eyes Kyle had ever seen. "A-And what grade are ya?"
"My family's from New Jersey. My dads a lawyer and was offered a job out here and so he took it. Oh, and I'm senior."
Butters smiled real big. "You must be the new kid everyone's talking about! They're saying how you're so smart that you get half days because you only need a few more classes to graduate!"
Kyle rubbed the back of his neck, "oh uhmm, sure I guess. Talk gets around fast here."
"In small town it sure does," Butters mashed his knuckles together. "You're on the roster in my health class! Seventh period!"
"Oh that's cool, I don't have a schedule yet. I'm not sure what hour I have my other classes." Kyle said, noticing the light dusting of freckles on Butters' cheeks.
"You'll get your schedule on Monday from Mr. Mackey, then the principles will show you around."
Kyle nodded then his mother walked up, "see Kyle, you're already making friends! You'll have plenty of time to get to know each other, but first you have to unpack."
He and Butters said their goodbyes, then Kyle went to help bring things in.
It took several hours, but they got everything unpacked. It's just like it was back home in New Jersey, except it's different. Kyle sort of likes the change, yet at the same time he despises the fact he left everything and everyone he's ever known back.
"Are you ready to start school Monday?" His father asked.
Kyle shrugged. It'll be a new opportunity to meet people that won't think he's a freak already. Or, at least he hopes so.
Kyle couldn't sleep Sunday night. He was rather nervous about school. Tomorrow is the only day he has to go to school early. The rest of the year he'll be arriving at 10:30 AM, the end of third hour but the beginning of fourth. Kyle has classes fourth through seventh hour.
It felt like as soon as he fell asleep, his alarm went off. Kyle grumbled angrily and shoved his blankets off. He walked out of his room and down the hall to the bathroom. The knobs to the shower squeaked as he turned them to find the right temperature. Kyle shed his pajamas and stepped into the warm shower, getting out to pee. The thought of people pissing in the shower grossed him out.
Kyle dried his curly red hair and proceeded to dress himself. He went downstairs to make himself a bowl of cereal and that's when his father stopped him.
"Y'know Kyle," Gerald started. "You should be proud of yourself. You were given the chance to graduate early, but decided not to. Because you did this, you're going to have new people enter your life now and hopefully find the right people that influence you to do good things with your life."
"Dad, it's a bit early for one of your life lessons." Kyle walked past him and made his breakfast.
Ike and his mom were already at the table talking about his new school. Kyle sat down next to Ike with his bowl of cereal and listen to his mother fret over Ike.
"Kyle, you look so handsome!"
He looked down at his plaid sweater and scrunched his face. He always wore something decent to school, he wasn't sure why his mom was commenting on it.
"Thanks mom."
"The bus stop is just down the street from the house, it should be here soon. Are you ready?" His mother rambled on.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Kyle huffed.
Shelia smiled at her eldest son and kissed his cheek. Kyle groaned then got up to wipe the lipstick off. Once he was sure the red tint was gone, he grabbed his backpack, said his goodbyes, and walked out the door.
The cold air hit him and he zipped his orange jacket up. It was nearly March and it was still snowing. As he walked down the street, snow crunched under his boots. Once he reached his bus stop he recognized Butters, but there was some other kid there.
The kid was taller than Kyle, he had a bright orange jacket with the hood up.
"Kyle!" Butters greeted him. "Are you excited for school?"
"Not particularly," he answered honestly.
Butters frowned, "it'll be okay!"
"Thanks Butters. Who's this?" He gestured to the tall kid.
"Oh! That's Kenny!"
"'Sup," Kenny said but was muffled by the hood.
"I'm Kyle."
Kenny looked up and down Kyle's frame and smirked, "you must be a bottom."
"Excuse me?" Kyle boggled by Kenny's statement.
"You've got a wicked ass."
Kyle's cheeks burned bright, and it wasn't just the colds fault. He couldn't think of anything smart to say back, so he ignored Kenny for the time being. Just before Kenny could say anything else, the bus pulled up and they got on.
Kyle sat alone, preparing himself for the long day he had.