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.
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.
''Students, we have a new student joining us today." Mr.Garrison announced once everyone was settled. ''I'd like you all to meet Kyle Broflovski! How about you take the empty desk next to Kylie, Kyle?''
"okay." Kyle said obediantly, as he took a seat at the desk to the right of me.
Kyle was a lot hotter in real life than in my dream. But I couldn't let looks be the judge for whether or not he is the real Kyle. I decided to put him up to a test. I was going to right the first verse of a song, pass it to him, and see if he writes the rest of the song. I picked 'I Miss You' by Blink 182. I decided on that song because whenever I hear that song, I always think of that dream that I had. This is what I wrote to him:
"okay." Kyle said obediantly, as he took a seat at the desk to the right of me.
Kyle was a lot hotter in real life than in my dream. But I couldn't let looks be the judge for whether or not he is the real Kyle. I decided to put him up to a test. I was going to right the first verse of a song, pass it to him, and see if he writes the rest of the song. I picked 'I Miss You' by Blink 182. I decided on that song because whenever I hear that song, I always think of that dream that I had. This is what I wrote to him:
When the bus started to move again, I took my Ipod out of my backpack. I went to the music and pressed play on 'Teenage Dirtbag' by Wheatus, my favorite song. It's about a boy who has a crush on a girl but the girl doesn't notice because she's super popular and he's a friendless loser. The song reminds me of my situation of stan. I look out the window as I listen to my musical therapy,
"I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby,
yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
listen to Iron Maiden, baby with me.'
I listened to the song on repeat until the bus rolled to the front of my school.
"I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby,
yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
listen to Iron Maiden, baby with me.'
I listened to the song on repeat until the bus rolled to the front of my school.
"You know, you'd be pretty cool if you were a boy." cartman said real snarky.
"you're a dumbass, dude!" Stan chimed in." Even if she was a boy, she'd still suck ass.
The school bus rolled down the street and the driver open its creaky door. It time for me to board my chariot that'll take me to the luxurious tortures that await me at South Park Elementary. The three boys sat next to each other at the very back row, while I sit at the seat right behind the bus driver. It's like that seat was reserved for me or something. Or, kids at my school think that if the sit at my seat, they'll catch a disease.
"you're a dumbass, dude!" Stan chimed in." Even if she was a boy, she'd still suck ass.
The school bus rolled down the street and the driver open its creaky door. It time for me to board my chariot that'll take me to the luxurious tortures that await me at South Park Elementary. The three boys sat next to each other at the very back row, while I sit at the seat right behind the bus driver. It's like that seat was reserved for me or something. Or, kids at my school think that if the sit at my seat, they'll catch a disease.