The rest of the school day was normal, at least for South Park standards. My hand was hurting by the middle of the days from taking so many notes about the Kardashian family. Abraham knows why I even bother to do something so trivial. I already knew all of this crap from girls gossiping in the hallways.
One thing that happened that day that was really interesting. In the middle of class, there was a crumples sheet of paper on the corner of my desk. I assumed it was a note from Kyle, but boy was I wrong. I opened it.
Dear Kylie,
I see you having eye sex with Kyle. that piece of jewish white chocolate is mine!
Sincerely,
Butters
I couldn't help but feel bad for Butters. He was falling head over heels in love with Kyle, but Kyle was my property. after all, i was the one who had the dream with him in it. I wrote on the other side of the paper;
Butters-
you're a really sweet guy, but Kyle is straight and he's my property. Besides, aren't you already in a relationship with Cartman?
-Kylie
I threw the paper in Butter's direction.
half an hour later, the dismissal bell rang. My guilt increased as I watched Butters, who now had blood red eyes, walk out of class, with his eyes superglued to the linoleum tiles on the floor.
One thing that happened that day that was really interesting. In the middle of class, there was a crumples sheet of paper on the corner of my desk. I assumed it was a note from Kyle, but boy was I wrong. I opened it.
Dear Kylie,
I see you having eye sex with Kyle. that piece of jewish white chocolate is mine!
Sincerely,
Butters
I couldn't help but feel bad for Butters. He was falling head over heels in love with Kyle, but Kyle was my property. after all, i was the one who had the dream with him in it. I wrote on the other side of the paper;
Butters-
you're a really sweet guy, but Kyle is straight and he's my property. Besides, aren't you already in a relationship with Cartman?
-Kylie
I threw the paper in Butter's direction.
half an hour later, the dismissal bell rang. My guilt increased as I watched Butters, who now had blood red eyes, walk out of class, with his eyes superglued to the linoleum tiles on the floor.
When I saw you in the store,
I did not know I´ll be more
than a fangirl.
You helped me, you made me cry,
you made me ask myself "Why
are you not real?
Why can´t your wounds heal?"
You´re like me, that´s what I feel,
and their hearts are just of steel.
Now I love every single curl
of your hair,
for you I care;
and I have fear
´cause you´re not here!
All this excitement, it´s called "love",
though I can only love you that way,
I wish you Masel Tov
and a happy birthday!
I did not know I´ll be more
than a fangirl.
You helped me, you made me cry,
you made me ask myself "Why
are you not real?
Why can´t your wounds heal?"
You´re like me, that´s what I feel,
and their hearts are just of steel.
Now I love every single curl
of your hair,
for you I care;
and I have fear
´cause you´re not here!
All this excitement, it´s called "love",
though I can only love you that way,
I wish you Masel Tov
and a happy birthday!