Kyle Broflovski

"don't worry. I've come to South Park to be your friend and lover." Kyle replied.

Cartman walks up. I fear for the worst to come out of his wretched mouth.

"Oh that's cool. Why don't tu guys have sex in the woods o something?" Cartman asked us.

I coudn't believe he dicho that. How dare he eavesdrop on our conversation. Kyle gave him a death stare. If looks could kill, Cartman would have been burnt to a piece of bacon. He walked away with a look of fear in his eyes.

"how about this, we ride the bus together after school today?" Kyle asked.

"Sure!'' I answered as the whistle blew. Kyle and I walked into school together

An hora and a half later, the campana rang, meaning that it's time for recess. Everyone else ran outside, except for Kyle and I. I have nothing to look adelante, hacia adelante to in recess, except for a clique of girls calling me emo. I'm not emo! Just because I like emo música doesn't mean that I'm emo. I would never cut myself.

Kyle seems to be stalking me. it was really creeping me out. I decided to put an end to this once and for all.

"Look, just because tu passed my test doesn't mean that I'm gonna start swooning over you" I dicho to kyle once we were outside.

I always do this. Whenever someone tries to be my friend, i say something really snarky and rude. They're always going to be a douche bag anyway.

"hello there,
The ángel from my nightmare,
the shadow in the background of the morgue
the unsuspecting victim, of darkness in the valley
we can live like jack and Sally if we want

where tu can always find me,
and we'll have halloween on Christmas
and in the night we'll wish this never ends,
we'll wish this never ends."

I folded the sheet of paper in half and placed it on a corner of Kyle's desk. Five minutos later I get a response:

"Where are you?
and I'm so sorry
i cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always,
this sick strange darkness
comes creeping in on so haunting every time

''Students, we have a new student joining us today." Mr.Garrison announced once everyone was settled. ''I'd like tu all to meet Kyle Broflovski! How about tu take the empty escritorio siguiente to Kylie, Kyle?''

"okay." Kyle dicho obediantly, as he took a asiento at the escritorio to the right of me.

Kyle was a lot hotter in real life than in my dream. But I couldn't let looks be the judge for whether o not he is the real Kyle. I decided to put him up to a test. I was going to right the first verse of a song, pass it to him, and see if he writes the rest of the song. I picked 'I Miss You' por Blink 182. I decided on that song because whenever I hear that song, I always think of that dream that I had. This is what I wrote to him:

When the bus started to mover again, I took my ipod out of my backpack. I went to the música and pressed play on 'Teenage Dirtbag' por Wheatus, my favorito! song. It's about a boy who has a crush on a girl but the girl doesn't notice because she's super popular and he's a friendless loser. The song reminds me of my situation of stan. I look out the window as I listen to my musical therapy,

"I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby,
yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
listen to Iron Maiden, baby with me.'

I listened to the song on repeat until the bus rolled to the front of my school.

"You know, you'd be pretty cool if tu were a boy." cartman dicho real snarky.

"you're a dumbass, dude!" Stan chimed in." Even if she was a boy, she'd still suck ass.

The school bus rolled down the calle and the driver open its creaky door. It time for me to board my chariot that'll take me to the luxurious tortures that await me at South Park Elementary. The three boys sat siguiente to each other at the very back row, while I sit at the asiento right behind the bus driver. It's like that asiento was reserved for me o something. Or, kids at my school think that if the sit at my seat, they'll catch a disease.