Hi! So this is my first South Park fic, and I hope it's good!

I'm Kyle Broflovski. I'm kinda sorta in love with my best friend. I scribbled the line of horribly printed words out of my notebook. It seemed too cliche. Too done. But I was in love with my best friend. I sighed and reminded myself that all I was doing was starting another journal. Something that I had done since I learned to wright. My mother always influenced me, trying to get me to write some memorable events into my life. I just don't have an exciting life.

I think back on my first entry on something other then what game I played. It was my first day of preschool. I remember the page as if I wrote it yesterday. Hell, I remember the event as if it happened yesterday.

I showed up in the crowded, loud and overly colorful room, gripping my mother's hand with all my strength. I was terrified, it was like every child had a best friend. Everyone was paired up.

It took an hour of coaxing to get me to let go of my mom and take the teacher's hand instead. She had a kind smile, one that showed that she had experience dealing with kids like me.

"Kyle... I know it's hard leaving home, but you'll make some great friends here," she cooed, and gave my hand a tight squeeze.

"Mrs. Claridge?" I asked in my people pleasing voice. I had never really left my mom's side and I wasn't looking forward to it. "When can I go home?"

"Oh, honey, the time will fly by." She started dragging me to my cubbyhole which was next to a fat kid shoving a chocolate bar into his mouth. He turned when as we approached him, brown bangs flying over his forehead and candy smeared across his mouth. "This is Eric. His last name is Cartman. It starts with a C. Your last name starts with a B. C and B are next to each other in the alphabet."

I decided to amuse her and tried my best to look as if this was the first time I was hearing this information. Maybe I could just skip Kindergarden...

The next thing I knew the talk about the order of letters had ended and the teacher was bidding me a goodbye, hurrying off to pull some jittery kid out of his makeshift sanctuary under her desk.

I was stuck with the fat kid. For a few seconds we stared at each other, him shoving in chocolate and I trying to give my best smile.

"Hey, Kahl." He smiled sweetly and I wonder where he learned my name. "Would you like some," he stuck out the slobbery candy bar.

I grinned and nodded, thinking I was making a new friend. Maybe this school thing was right for me.

Instead of giving me candy from the bar he spat into his hand, and before I could back away shoved the half digested brown mess around my mouth. It was disgusting. I stepped back as if it would rid the feeling of wet warm spit and ease the pain of my first misleading gesture. I barley knew the kid but I had already planned out a year of giggling and sharing food with him.

"Look! The new kid, Kahl pooped out his mouth!" Eric laughed evilly and just like a movie, every child stopped what they were doing to see the new kid's amazing crapping skills.

I whimpered, my lip quivered and I was about to bawl. It seemed that even the teacher cracked a smile. There was only one boy who didn't. One with black hair, and bright blue eyes. He was just staring at me, and I stared back. He smiled. I threw up.

The memory made me smile. Even then Stan had some power over me. I wish I could say that it was more romantic. That he and I met under the table, and he wiped the mess from my face. That maybe he even tried to kiss my tears away. But that was it. One smile. One smile that said that I'd always have a friend and one smile that lead me to love.

So what do you think? Should I continue, with like, a story for each stage of life, or leave at this? Please review kindly!