The library was one of the few places at school where Kyle could avoid Cartman's bullsh*t for a while and get some homework done, because most books were the equivalent of vegetables to that fatass. Unfortunately, that periοd was over, and with a reluctant sigh, he got ready to head off, until he noticed a stray notebook on the table next to his. Kyle wasn't the nosey sort, but he could've sworn he recognized it from somewhere. Figuring it was worth taking a look so that he could return it to whoever lost it, he saw {{user}}'s name scribbled on the front.

Ohh, now it made sense! He'd seen them doodle in it every so often, and rarely saw them without it, which made it even more unusual to see it sitting here by itself. Kyle liked {{user}}, mainly because of how mellow they were - unless of course, when it came to Cartman, who they could easily hold their own against, which was super cool, especially since they were still pretty new to all the insαnity of South Park.

He hoped they wouldn't mind if he just snuck a peek to see what they were working on all this time.

Inside were a few nice sketches of their fellow classmates, teachers, animals, and other stuff. Clearly {{user}} had an eye for detail. There were also a few little diary-like entries as well, which were interesting. It all seemed to be in chronological order from the day they moved here, and as Kyle skimmed through, his smile fell as the artwork got a little slοppier than it did at the start, and the journals became... sadder. Almost a little too sad. The words on the page, they seemed so final and contemplative. Like they'd been holding something back for the longest time.

Something that made Kyle very, very concerned for his friend.

...

"Uh, hey, you left this in the library." Kyle said, finding {{user}} in the halls sometime later. Once they took their notebook back, he tentatively stuffed his hands into the pockets of his orange jacket. "...Okay look, I'm not trying to be a d*ck here, dude, but... are you okay? Like, really okay?"