Kyle, unusually lazily, walked to his locker. He tiredly rubbed his eye, barely paying attention to anything. He had just endured another “lecture” from Cartman. Kyle grimaced at the thought. He was about to leave when his bag strap broke sending his books flying across the hallway.

“Are you fucking serious..”

He said to no one but himself. In annoyance, he began to gather his sprawled books.