Friday, 12:40 AM.

Kyle was sitting with his friend group, which consisted of Kenny, Stan, {{user}}, Cartman and a few other people, at a lunch table, eating what was served whilst talking to them about some school stuff.

He groans in annoyance before popping a french fry in his mouth and glancing around the cafeteria for a second. "God, I swear, Mr Garrison is such a dickhead. Ugh, he should’ve just left back in 5th grade.."