This One reason is probably one of my favorite reasons why I love Kyle Broflovski.


I love his individuality. He never changes anything about himself for anyone. My favorite example of this is in the episode 'South Park is gay!" When the guys gave him a makeover that turned him into a metrosexual, he didn't feel like himself. So you know what he did? The next day, he went to school in his usual hat and coat.

Along with this, Kyle takes pride in his religion, like I mentioned in the first part of this series. The only thing about him that i wish would change is that he starts taking pride in his hair. after all, his hair is what makes him stand out in the crowd.

The following reason i've talked about on the south park page, but it's so important that i had to write about it here.

If you hadn't read it yet, i'm talking about how relatable Kyle is. You don't have to be jewish in order to relate with what Kyle goes through with Cartman on the show. I can safely say that everyone on earth has been bullied, teased, or made fun of for something about them. Kyle? Every single episode he's persecuted for being jewish. this is why I think he's so relatable. He can help others with what their going through by being a type of role model. i know that he has helped me numerous times.

The next morning, I woke up at 7:30 AM. I put on an orange blouse and dark green pants, in honor of the boy in my dream. I didn't bother to do anything with my hair, because it's so crazy and curly that I can't do anything with it. I look like Shirley Temple having a bad hair day.I walked down the stairs to see my dad at the dining room table, reading the newspaper. He looks nothing like me, except for the green eyes. He had straight brown hair,and a purple yalmuka

"there's my red-haired bundle of joy!'' he exclaimed as I walk down the stairs.

I appreciate his dad-ness, but I'm far from his bundle of joy. I'm not the popular cheerleader that every dad expects out of their daughter. All I do is listen to pop punk while I write poems and stories about sorrow and draw demons and dragons. I walked out the door without saying a word to him. bus stop bound, I guess.

okay, so I know that this installment is going to be a bit silly, but I don't care.

First of all, his hair. You can't talk about Kyle without talking about his hair. It's so cute! I just wanna run my fingers through it, and use it as a pillow. My profile picture is him without his hat, for crying out loud!


Second of all, his feet. I think there's a reason why his feet are shown more than other character on the show. there just so cute tiny, and chubby! they look like they belong on a baby, not a ten year old. I know that this has been expresses a lot in other ways on this website, but I had to mention it here

I arrive at the bus stop at 8:20 AM sharp. Five minutes later, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman arrive. Stan, in my opinion, is kinda cute. Cute as in, I would squeal if he asked me out. Thanks to my awesome luck, he's already dating another girl, Wendy Testaburger. Kenny, he's nothing special. he's really gross though, if you ask me. Today, on his way to the bus stop, I saw him take a used condom out of his coat pocket and throw it out onto the street.Cartman, on the other hand, is a whole other story. He's like if bananas, pee, math class, and all the girls at my school were made into a smoothie and I was forced to drink it.

"Hey Kylie, do you have five bucks that I can borrow?'' Cartman asks me. "oh yeah, that's right! You're a jew so you put all your money in the bank and you never spend it!''

Shut up, Cartman!'' I replied. "you're so fat that when you asked for a water mattress you were taken to sea world!"

and as I stared I counted,
the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides

like indecision to call you,
to hear your voice of treason
will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
stop this pain tonight"

I read the response with great excitement. I knew that Kyle was the boy that I was looking for. He truly was the man of my dreams, you could say. I had a good feeling that for the first time, I'll actually have a real friend. I hope that he isn't some douchbag that somehow found out about my dream, dressed like Kyle, only to try to get some secrets from me. If that were the case, I would probably kill myself or something.

"Come over here, you fucking monster!" I ordered to Kyle

I then wrapped my arms around his warm, unsuspecting body. He had a look of suprise on his face. I know that he thought that I was gonna beat him up, but I knew better. If I did that, then we would have to start this all over again.

We held hands as we walked back to our classroom. When we returned, Mr. Garrison was gone, and everyone was looking in our direction. Everyone must've heard about what happened.

"Let's hear it for Kyle and Kylie!" Kevin Stoley shouted from the back of the classroom.

Everyone started to applaud and whistle, as it we just won an award. Apparently, we were stunning and brave, Just like Catlyn Jenner.

I walk into school right in the knick of time. As I walked to my locker, people give me the loser sign. I'm not suprised. This is the usual greeting that I get when I walk to school. When I get to my locker, I put in my combination,05-26-01. I chose that for my combination because that's my birthdate. I put my backpack outside, and took my school books out. I walked to my classroom, Mr. Garrison's fourth grade class. I walk in to see that there is a new kid in our class. Normally I wouldn't care, but this time, it was different. It was Kyle, the boy in my dream!