Alone for too Long -C1-

Chapter 1
Alien Nation

Being normal is something you don't see in South Park. Well, I guess I'm an exception. All of my friends have something to be remembered by. I actually haven't been with my group of friends for years. When we were ten, I was abandoned from the group for thinking and seeing different. We are now fourteen and almost on our way to high school. I haven't seen my old friends much, but I did notice changes.

There was the fat-ass, Cartman. He was cruel, sadistic, but also charismatic and knew how to stick out. He was still big, but began to play hockey because of his shape and now had muscle, and nearly the whole school were friends with him. He was going out with my ex-girlfriend Wendy too. She was seen with him no matter what place and was obviously happy. I can't really blame her, though. Unlike me, Cartman could kiss her.

Then there's Kenny. Still poor, but his parents hardly fought anymore, learning how to share smokes and alcohol. He isn't at his house much, though because he always had a friend to hang out with or a date with a girl. He managed to have four girlfriends within the following month. First Kelly, then Tammy Warner, Bebe Stevens after, and now my sister, Shelley. My sister wasn't at the house much because of this, but I still managed to see Kenny without attempting to talk to him. I was afraid of him still having the same feelings at age ten.

Finally, there is Kyle. My super best friend who was my family more than my actual family. He, like Wendy, was valedictorian having a 4.0. He had a great family who never fought and a brother who he had a close relationship. From what I've seen, Kyle wasn't dating anybody. I'm not sure why. Kyle was on my mind a lot. I really wanted to talk him and hoped more than anything we could be friends, but my nerves got the best of me. I cared about Kenny and Cartman, but it was Kyle I always felt the need to see and be around. My biggest fear was he would never want to be friends and reject me to the point I would be in a pool of my own tears.

Then what am I? Nothing. That's the thing. I am just normal with a series of unpleasant names:

Pussy. Turd. Hippie. Cynical asshole.

Yeah, that's what I am. Somebody that has been isolated from his own friends and has attempted too hard avoiding them and other people. After no longer being in my group of friends I have grown up with, I avoided them because of fear and doubt of them wanting to be my friend again. I thought this way about everybody. I quit the elementary school football team to avoid other people and my friends that were on the team too. I was the one who broke-up with my girlfriend. Our relationship wasn't going anywhere. It was really nothing but mutual. I didn't think I was good enough for Wendy. I did my best to avoid my family. They were never any help, so I couldn't turn to them now. I avoided my whole town in the need for space and as a way to stop being a bummer. For four years, I got what I wanted.

So why was I now lonely? Was it because I didn't have a girlfriend, my old friends, or no connection with my family? Probably. Throughout these years I was never happy. I felt left out and misunderstood. Even though I was afraid of what my friends thought about, I still missed them for the very reason. I'm alone.