Ok, I saw this challenge on a site somewhere, where you have to write a story where the 1st sentence starts with A, the 2nd B & son & so on, then when you reach Z you go back from Z – A. Also, one sentence has to be exactly 100 words & another a fragment, once in the A – Z part & again in the Z – A part. This was originally for a fanfic for another show (I’m not sayin which 1 so ha!) but I figured “hell, why not do a South Park one like that?” plus, I needed inspiration. This really has no point to it, just a stupid little story I decided to write. Ok, on with the story.

Class Trip
By me, Wackogirl

“After all, all kids have to leave home eventually. Before you know it, I’ll be too old to enjoy a school trip like this. Couldn’t you be nice this once & let me go?” Damnit, this wasn’t working. Everyone else could go on the trip but me, as usual, because my mom doesn’t want me to go because, who knows, there could be drug dealers or little kid stalkers or gay male hookers looking to pick up one of us, excluding Cartman because no male hookers would be that desperate to make money unless he had a really odd and sickening fetish for really fat and stupid eight year old kids, which I don’t think anyone would have except maybe Monica Lawinsky and even Cartman is smart enough to know to stay away from that presidential-fireman sucking whore.

“For the last time, boobila, no.” Grrrr, I hated that name.

“How come? Is it the money, because if it is I know I have enough saved up to pay for it. Just let me go, please?” K, this isn’t working. Let’s try a new tactic. “Mom, I love you. Now can I go?”

“Oh Kyle sweetie, you know I’d do anything for you, but I just can’t.”

“Pretty please?” Queen of the over-protective mothers. Really, this was totally weak. Say, what was it that Mr.Garrison has told us to use if our parents said no? “Totally mom, I agree with you. Unless you decide that I can go, I wont’ go on the trip and instead I’ll stay in school and see the VERY informative sex ed. Video they said they’d be showing to the 6th graders and all the kids that stay home.”

“Very informative? Well then, Kyle, I order you to go on the trip. Xerox Stan’s permission slip and I’ll fill it out for you. Your going whether you like it or not.” Zippy! Zippy, where the hell did that come from? Yeah, I get to go! Xeroxer, here I come.

Walking to the copy store am I. Very happy I am. Unless I’ve lost it, I think I’ve seen Star Wars one too many times. Talking like Yoda I am now. Sad is me, needing to talk to self for company. Reality finally came back to me as I reached the copy store, went in, made a copy of Stan’s permission slip, walked back out and saw this girl about twelve standing on the corner with this big-ass backpack and I didn’t say anything except she had head gear like Stan’s sister and when I looked closer I saw that is WAS Stan’s sister and I was like, what the hell are you doing here and she was like why do you care turd, go away before I get my boyfriend on you and I was like but your boyfriend dumped you.

“Quegiba.”

“Pardon me?

“Open your ears turd.” Nothing she said after that made sense. Making out her words was becoming hard for me. Leveling off as I walked was getting hard too. Kept walking, though. I had somewhere to be. However, only a moment passed before I actually hit the ground and then continued to fall. Growing more and more afraid, I tried to figure out what was going on. Finally, I stopped falling, felt myself in a soft place and opened my eyes. Everything suddenly made sense and I realized what had happened. Dreamt the whole thing. Coming to, I stood up and was stretching out when the phone rang, so I picked it up & said hello & a familiar voice said hey Kyle and I recognized it instantly.

“Boy, Stan, am I glad to hear from you, I had this really messed up dream that my mom…”

“After you can tell me, today is the trip, remember?”

Ok, the ending sucked, but what do you want from me. I did the best I could.