[C.G: I'm in a pissed off mood. Pardon me please for being bitchy. Okay, this is not a script format, it's a...story type thing. Yeah. Mainly a day seen through the eyes of Tina, oh yeah, and sometimes Cartman to make things easier.]

TINA L. ALVEREZE

Oh damnit that bloody alarm clock of mine.
I reach out and whack it until it shuts his fucking mouth. I am not a morning person, as you can bloody well see. I step out of bed and get tangled up in my blankets and topple over. Pat just happens to pass,
"Don't break the floor Teen." he says as he passes. I swear under my breath as I unwrap myself from my black blankets my Dad got me. Old colour blind fool he is.
I go to the bathroom and do normal stuff, no detail nesecary, unless you're all perverts like Kenny [Though he is a nice guy once you know him.]. I wonder down the stairs careful not to trip on the third step like I normally do. I enter the hall and smell the smell of burning toast, Dad's making breakfast cause Mum's away on a business trip to Denver. She took Maria with her, so I'm in a house full of men. I could just scream.
I pass breakfast and just have a glass of apricot nectar, mmmm!!! I love that shit. I grab my school books and head for the bus stop where my mates would be staying.
My sister Maria says that chicks that spend their time with guys are lesbians, tom boys or fags. I'm not either of them. If I was crocked, would I have a boyfriend? I think not!
Ahhhh...freedom from the male ridden home and to the school ridden with guys. Not much difference.

"Bout time you show up Tina." Kyle said. Obvious marks around his eyes shown he hadn't got much sleep the previous night.
"What happened to you?" I asked. He snorted.
"Damn Ike caught a cold 'n' he was up all night screaming his head off." Kyle said, he added this statement with a yawn. Damn I could see down that boy's throat! Then Kenny rocked up, he seemed particully perky today.
"Found a couple Crack Whore magazines under your dad's bed?" I asked. He frowned at me. I smile back at him. I love to tease this orange ball of fluff.
"No." he mumbled back. He then went into deep description of what happend the night before, apparently his parents had had another huge arguement and his Mum chucked his Dad out the house. I don't see what's so funny and perky about that. Oh well. That's his business. I glance around.
"Hey," I started,
"I know, I know; Where's Cartman?" Kenny mocked. I shot him a hate glance. He stared back at me.
"Well, where?" I asked getting impatient. Anything to do with my man and I get worried.
"I talked with him yesterday, he said he was feeling unwell." Kyle said. I felt jealous, why had MY boyfriend spoken to Kyle instead of me? Had I done something wrong? Had I insulted his intelect any way possible? Did I call him fat rather then think it? He is rather big, like me, but the more of him to love, that's what I say. Oh man, maybe he was ditching me again!
"Tina? TINA!" my mind had been wondering too long, I had just been standing there staring into space. Stan had rocked up and had gotten anoyed.
"Oh, hit Stan." I said.
"Hit?" Stan asked.
"Oops. Sorry, I had that Britiny Spears song stuck in my head." I lied. I'm a pretty good liar for my age.
"Uh-huh." Stan mutterd. I turned to Kyle, who was almost leaning asleep against the bus stop sign.
"Kyle?" no reply. "Kyle." still no reply. "KYLE!" he jumped.
"What?!" he asked as he collected himself.
"What did Cartman say?" I asked. He scoffed, probably at how I always wanted to know what Cartman was up to.
"He wasn't feeling well. He said his skin hurt." Kyle said. Skin hurt!? I wanted to scream, if he was in any pain at all I would know. But I can't leave school, even before the bus arrived. Think of the damned transporter to hell here it comes. The doors lurch open and Ms. Crabtree looks down at us.
"COME ON! WE'RE RUNNING LATE!!" she screamed. Mmmm. Last thing I wanted was to loose my hearing.
"Ah we're coming you hoe." Kenny mumbled.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" she screamed. My hair flew back with the wind.
"I said I was gonna plant with a hoe." Kenny replied. She stared back.
"Oh. GET ON!" we all went on. I sat in my normal place, where Cartman would be in the front I sat next to. Kenny in the middle and Kyle with Stan at the back. Man, those two are really close. I stared out at the newly fallen snow. I sigh and my breath fogs up the window. My mind suddenly goes to what Cartman could be doing right now...

ERIC T. CARTMAN

Oh man my skin is killing me. Damnit it started to hurt like hell yesterday after I got home from school. It went red and dotty. Ma thinks I got the chicken spots. I thought I had them a few months ago. Maybe this is lumps. Ah who gives a crap. Right now I'm home in my bed iching like crazy. It is kinda sweet that I have the tv all to myself and my Mr. Kitty rolled up at the end of my bed keeping my feet warm. Oh, and Fluffy's on her cushion on the floor. I reach over for more chessy poofs, but there's non left.
"MOM!" I scream out. I wait a few seconds,
"MO-OM!" I scream louder now. I hear the familar sound of footsteps coming to the door she opens it and stands there.
"Yes Hon?" she asked in that every cheerful voice of hers.
"Ma, I'm out of cheesy poofs." I point out as I hand out the bowl.
"Now Eric, what has Mummy taught you?" she asked. I sighed.
"Please Ma, can I have some more?" I asked politely, she smiled. I knew how to make Ma happy.
"Sure Hon." she said. She took the bowl and left. I layed down. This was pretty sweet, aside the itchy skin and red spots. I look out the window, wonder what the guys will be doing today.
Oh yeah! That oral report on those books we were meant to read. Ha! I don't have to cause I'm sick in bed! Up their asses with broken glasses! Now...what have, or who have I forgotten?

TINA L. ALVEREZE

Oh boy. I know who that gay homo teacher of ours will call up next.
"Tina, how about you?" he asked as he held that crappy little puppet in his hand. I sigh deeply.
"What's the matter Tina, you not prepared like Eric would be if he was here?" Mr. Garrison asked in that annoying so called acent of his.
"Don't bash my Cartman you! And I am you fagot!" I wanted to say.
"I'm prepared Mr. Garrison." I replied. I grabbed the book I had read and walked to the front. All eyes pasted to me. I knew every single one of them by now. Tweek, Terance, Craig, Fossy, Bill, Kenny, Kyle, Stan, Wendy, Casey, Clyde, Butters, Philip, Biddy, Heather, Karren, Pigpen and that other girl, I forget who. They stare at me waiting for me to start. But I don't start until my teacher tells me too.
"Go ahead Tina." Mr. Garrison said. I sighed.
"For my book report, I read Charles Dickens famous tale, A Tale of Two Cities-" I heard Kenny make a comment,
"Tale of two titties." he mumbled. I carried on.
"This stiring tale of ressurrection, reunciation and revolution is one of Dickens's best and most popular books. It revols around the three main characters; Charles Darnay, Sydney Carton and Lucie Manette. Charles Darnay lived in France, but soon he moved to England for a new pace of life. But even moving and leaving his life behind did not help. He soon was returned to France where he ended up being jailed and sentanced to death because of his family's past. It shows how Dickens's puts his own life's crisis into a beautifully written, 378 pages of wonderfully masterd pieces, I say, you guys read it and see what you're missing out on before I hit you with a stick!" I stand there. Uh-oh,
"If I may read a passage?" I asked Mr. Garrison, he seemed pretty impressed. So did Pip and Wendy. Everyone else looked bored. I had memorised the opening long paragraph to piss my friends off, hopefully, knowing it will get me grades. I say it with passion and absolute feeling.
"Too bad! Here we go. [ahem.] It was the best of times, itw as the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winder of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being recieved, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only." I stood there. My class mates stared back wide eyed.

Later at lunch we were at the lunch line awaiting my favourite day of the week, salsbury steak!
"Damn Tina how much of a butt licker are you anyway?" Karren asked.
"I didn't ask you Karren!" I said as I straighted my ever curly red hair.
"Learning that never ending paragraph for what? An A+?" Stan asked. Indeed I had receieved that. I felt good about myself, but my Cartman hadn't been there. Clyde had clapped breifly like he tends to do to anyone. So I clapped when he had reported on reading the Wind in the Willows.
"Hello there children!" Chef's deep voice welcomed us in. As well did the smell.
"Hey Chef." we all replied.
"How are you going?" he asked.
"Good." we all replied. "Especially Tina. She got an A+ for her oral report. Suck up." Stan said.
"Shut up Stan, as least I didn't get a C+ for mine!" I said.
"Hey, I just didn't memorize a paragraph! So sue me! After you Mr. Garrison decide that everyone had to say a paragraph, memorized. Thanks a lot!" Stan said.
"Yeah, fuck you Tina." Kenny mumbled. "You wish hot stuff." I said in a saucy voice. I think he looked sickened. I can't tell with that annoying hood on.
"Ew!" Kyle declared. I thought he had commented on my coment, but he was looking at something else.
"What is it dude?" Karren asked, since she was closest to Kyle. Kyle held up his arm to reveal a pusey, bright red mark on his arm. It had a yellow head and it was pulsing. Kenny looked sickened, I could tell. Stan upchucked. But no one said 'ew', we were all too busy looking at the sore grow before our eyes.

ERIC T. CARTMAN

I'm in dream land now, I had drifted off who knows how long. I saw myself just walking along a dessert, a dessert as in ice cream and bananas. Mmm! I stopped and ate some of it. I looked at my sores, the red spots had yellow heads, I now know these are defienetly not lumps. Nothing human could make those. I imagined a monster from outside space coming and laying an egg in me. But that had happened before, but not that way. I sighed and kept on walking. Then a banging sound awoke me. I opened my eyes and I saw Tina standing there.
"Cartman!" she declared in fright.
"What?" I asked.
"Cartman, Kyle's coverd in spots too! They were..." she trailed off when she saw me.
"Like these?" I held up my shirt's front to reveal my chest that was covered by the pusey red yellow headed pulsing sores. She nodded.
"Where did they come from?" she asked.
"I have no idea." I replied.
"Looks pretty fucked up!" she said as she came closer and looked at my hot body like she did.
"Too bad I'm all sick you kno?" I asked.
"Why is that?" she asked as she looked at me with her green eyes.
"Well if I wasn't we'd be able to get some things going." I said as I smiled. She scoffed.
"Oh please!" she said sarcastically. "I can't loose my verginity before I'm 14!" she said in a dramatic voice as she placed her hand to ther forehead.
"How's Kyle?" I asked remembering my Jewish friend.
"Like you. Up in bed itching." Tina replied as she sat at the end of my bed. "Is it contageous then?" she asked in a unsured voice.
"I dunno. I just spoke with Kyle over the phone. But, I don't think so. I think there's an epi...epider-" I couldn't find the word,
"Epidemic?" she asked. I smiled, that's my girl, smart as a...uh....smart thing.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Well I gotta go." Tina said as she stood up,
"Awww...now?" I asked.
"Yeah sorry. Homework from Gayison." Tina replied. She waved good bye and left. I felt lonely again. And miserable. I kicked the cat.

TINA L. ALVEREZE

Poor Cartman, those spots look awful! And sickening too. Kyle has exactly the same ones too. I hope he's gonna get better, him and Kyle. Hey, I'm a likeable girl, I get to know and like everyone. Excpet a few people. Pat and Maria are a few. Then a few kids at school, Craig is one. I hate that little guy with the flipping finger. I'll snap that finger soon if he does it again.
I stop walking and thinking to myself, I know I've seen those spots somewhere before...but where? AH-HA! I know where's I've seen it!
"Eureka!" I cry loudly. I run down the street as fast as I can go (Which isn't very fast) and make my way up the stairs to my room. I light a few candals and sits in my reading spot, which is where the moon, if it's night time and it's out, shines in casting shadows. I open up one of my ever thick books and turn the pages to illnesses. There it was.
Polictlistron Spoticulus.
This rare and dreaded disease was thgouth to have died out back in 1900, but still some cases of the disease arrises in small piss ant white bread mountain towns which aren't even appearing on maps. The disease starts with spots, usually of the color red with yellow puss filled heads. A sickening sight for anyone. Then the disease enters the second stage, vomiting from the patient, which can last hours on end. The third stage is hallucienations of any kind, from male bands, to Brittany Spears singing in their house or room. Causing fits of anxiety. And finally, DEATH.
I stared in disbeliefe at the disease. Death. The word in uppercase, Times New Roman italic bold letters.
"Oh shit!" I declared. I blew out my candals and left the room with my thick book under my arm. I had to check other medical books for causes and probably a remedy if there is any. And if there isn't, looks like it's up to me, the witch of the town to set things right.

To be continued...