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Soon Kenny's friends met up with him at the bus stop and after a while, the four of them got on the bus and were off to school. The ride there was not very long, but there was still time for a bit more talking in between.

"You guys don't recall hearing anything about some kid dying yesterday, do you?" Kenny stated simply with his muffled voice as he looked over to where Cartman, Kyle, and Stan were sitting. He didn't expect any different answer than the other times he asked.

OOC: oMG I FEEL DUMB NOW ^//^" You don't have anything to be sorry about, I'll keep that in mind for if it ever happens again in the future!!! :'D

IC: Kenny finished the small paper bird after about a minute or so, then picking it up and examining it boredly. This had to be at least the tenth one he'd made; school really did get excruciatingly boring pretty quickly. He set the piece of origami aside and then looked up towards the front of the classroom, tapping his fingers on the desk idly until the note was returned to his desk once again and he turned to look over at Rose for just a brief moment.

The boy unfolded the note in the same routine as before, reading it carefully and actually managing to crack a small smile, even if it wasn't visible due to his mouth being covered by his orange parka's hood. She seemed to actually care about his situation quite a lot from the tone of what she had written and that seemed to make the blonde-haired boy unusually happy. Not to mention, the handwritten cat emoticon seemed to add a bit of personality to her writing.

He picked his pencil up once more and wrote another response to the girl who had confronted him. 'it IS horrible, and no, they don't remember anything about it. I just wish I knew how to get them to actually believe me when I say I'm immortal. --kenny' with a small sigh and then a tiny frown as he reviewed what he'd written, he folded up the piece of paper and glanced up, waiting for an appropriate time to toss the note back to Rose. Within the next minute, he managed to get it back to her desk without Garrison noticing.

Kenny actually didn't really mind that the new girl called him Orange. He had to admit that it was appropriate; he was always clad in an outfit that was almost entirely orange, the only things different being the dark brown fur that lined the hood of his parka, the light brown, thick soled boots that adorned his feet, and the dark brown gloves that he wore on his hands. If she wanted to call him by the color that he wore in abundance, then so be it.

By now, Garrison had finally started class with the usual math review, asking rather simple multiplication questions to assess the class's skill on said subject. Kenny remained quiet as he didn't usual talk much during class or to anyone besides his three main friends, but he supposed that later he would end up speaking to Rose. He was actually rather anxious to do so already... she probably had a lot of questions for him.

Kenny huffed, placing his elbow on his desk and leaning his head against his hand as his blue eyes gazed towards the front of the classroom, where the fourth grade teacher was currently writing a math problem on the chalkboard. He could already tell that time was going to pass by painfully slow as always. Oh well though, there wasn't exactly much he was able to do about that.

The note came back to his desk and his eyes averted to it, then he opened it and read it once more. Again, he found himself smiling; this time even bigger than the last. It was actually possible to tell that he was smiling despite how his mouth was covered. There was likely no thing that describe how happy it made him to read that note. For once in his life he had someone who understood him; and while she wasn't immortal so she didn't exactly know how dying so many times felt, she still seemed to care a lot. That was all that mattered to the young boy.

'really? you'd do that? that's great... honestly, i could never thank you enough!' Since Rose didn't sign her name this time, he didn't either. It was all on one piece of paper so it wasn't the most necessary thing. Once he finished his brief note of thanks, he folded it back up, then as the teacher turned back to the board, he tossed it back to Rose's desk, looking over to her as he did so. At least he was talking to someone to pass the painfully slow time.

Kenny had ended up playing with Karen in the snow, hoping that it was ebbing away her worries even if it was only slowly that it was working. As long as his sister was happy, the boy didn't care about what they did. Hearing her giggles every now and then and seeing her smile was enough to remind him that his efforts for tonight were working, and he therefore felt at ease.

But even then, a melancholy air hung around Kenny. He couldn't ever push it away for long as it always came crawling back after a while. He had more to worry about than just his family's dysfunctional attitudes and way of life; he had to worry about how nobody ever remembered, much less acknowledged him ever dying. That only added to the depressing life that the middle McCormick child was forced to live through without any escape; not even death could be his salvation. Feeling at peace had always been a rare thing for him.

As he'd spoken and Karen replied, he hesitated for a moment before he pushed a smile onto his face. He needed to listen to what she said; he needed to at least try and be optimistic. "...You're right," he stated with an almost empty but still genuine tone. "We can get through this together." He sighed. He needed to keep her statement in mind. He could not forget it.

Wanting to lighten up the mood again, Kenny leaned down to pick up a small amount of snow in his gloved hands. He then balled it up loosely and walked a short distance away from Karen, but only so that he could toss it at her. It wasn't a hard throw, it was enough to actually hit her in her arm, but it was gentle so it wouldn't hurt her. Karen had been hurt too much, he didn't want to add to that pain.

Kyle looked over to Kenny and raised an eyebrow as well, confused. "Yeah, are you sure you weren't, I don't know, dreaming or something?" At that, a frown tugged at Kenny's lips and he just sighed, then dismissed his friends replies. "...Right," he mumbled, then muttering under his breath, "...I never died."

Wendy was standing with Bebe at the moment, who was her best friend. Both of the girls were friendly, so they waved to Ginger as she approached. When she spoke up, Wendy replied, "Hi Ginger!" Then, she tilted her head at the other's question. "You want to know more about Kenny? Hmm... Well I know some things I could tell you. But why?" she said curiously, holding the information she had for the rest of the conversation.

Kenny glanced at Stan with a pretty blank expression before nodding to him. "Yeah, I'm fine dude." He looked away, seeing the school coming up ahead in the near distance. He figured he should just shut up about it right now, before he was called crazy again.

Wendy seemed to notice Ginger blushing and it made her curious, though she decided not to say anything about it. She instead giggled softly, the speaking up again. "Oh! Well, he's a little weird, but he's okay. He's got some weird obsessions and he does crazy, unusual things for money, but I guess I can see why. Cartman gives him a hard time about being... Poor." Since Wendy was in a relationship with Stan, she knew more about the four boys than most would think.

Wendy nodded as Ginger replied to her, then smiling as she thanked her. "It's no problem! See you later, Ginger," she said, then turning her attention back to Bebe as the other girl walked away.

Kenny stood as the bus stopped at the school, then got off of the bus with his three friends as the other kids got off first. Once off, the crowd cleared off some and he looked around, then spotting Ginger waving to him and smiling at him. Despite feeling pretty bad at the moment, he smiled and then waved back to her; obviously pretty glad to see her.

As Ginger had begun to walk over, Kenny blinked before he walked to meet her half way. He strayed away from his friends without a word, not really caring too much about doing anything but going to talk to Ginger for the time being. She made him happy and important, and that's what mattered.

"Hi Ginger," he said with a covered smile, but then his smile suddenly faded as she questioned him. His face paled slightly, noticably; how did she know that? She hadn't seen, right? Oh well. It didn't matter. Someone had acknowledged his death. "I... actually did. How did you know, did you see?" he said, his body shifting slightly out of discomfort from the slowly ebbing pain he could still feel.

Kenny hesitated before he shook his head slightly, finding he wasn't exactly weirded out by the fact that Ginger just knew. There was a thing that was called gut instinct; if she felt something like that, he didn't blame her for the assumption.

"Oh, no! Don't worry, it's okay, really," he said with a nervous grin, really not wanting Ginger to feel awkward at all. That was the last thing he wanted; if they were going to be friends, he would have to not mind her knowing whenever he died.

OOC: Ahhhhh could you possibly give me a more detailed description of Ginger? I really want to draw these two and I want her to look right ;-;

IC: "Positive," Kenny confirmed with a pretty confident smile, looking at Ginger. Then he nodded, finding that after having already been in detention a few times before it was never pleasant. "Yeah, let's head in." With that, he began walking with her towards the entrance of the school.

Once in, he walked down the hallway and then took a turn to where their lockers were located, glancing around for his locker.

OOC: Ah, this helps! Thanks! I'm gonna draw something right away!!

IC: Kenny found it quite adorable that Ginger felt the need to practically hide behind him as they walked through the hallway. At that he couldn't help but let a tiny smile linger on his pale face. Once he scanned the room once more, he pointed at a particular locker that was nearby and walked towards it. "It's right here," he said, then looking towards the girl that was behind him for a brief second.

"Is yours anywhere around here?" he asked as he looked ahead, then opened his locker up as they got to it. It was pretty plain, the only thing taped up in it being a picture of what looked like a young superhero clad in dark colors, cut out from a newspaper; the headline above it reading 'Who is Mysterion?'

Kenny sorted through his locker before he took the backpack off of his back and unzipped it. When he opened it, one of his Playboy magazines was the first thing to be visible so he then picked up a textbook from his locker and slipped it into the bag as quickly as possible, covering up the questionable magazine he knew he shouldn't have. "I'll walk there with you," he said to Ginger, quickly grabbing one of his notebooks and also putting it in his backpack before he zipped it back up, returned it to his back, and then shut and re-locked his locker.

Turning to face Ginger again, he smiled almost nervously and then motioned down the hall as if questioning if they should continue on.

Kenny walked with Ginger and waited for her to finish up at her locker, then as she locked it back up, nodded in agreement to get going to the classroom now.

"Alright then," he replied, then taking his time to walk to the fourth grade classroom with Ginger at his side. Of course, he managed to get a few weird looks from the kids he passed in the hallway, but that was likely because most knew him as the kind of kid who didn't hang out with any other kids than his three main friends most of the time. He didn't care about that though. Soon, the two of them arrived at the classroom and he entered it, sighing softly as he walked to take his usual seat.

Kenny narrowed his eyes as he noticed Bebe's giggling, then cut a small glance at her before he turned his attention back to what he was doing. Once he'd sat down, he looked ahead to the front of the classroom for just a brief moment. Fingers tapping idly on the desk as he took a few half-assed notes about Garrison's current lesson, a small origami frog landed on his desk near his hand and he looked at it, then over at Ginger with a tiny smile appearing on his face.

After reading the message that was on the frog, he scribbled onto it with the usual not-so-neat handwriting, 'i agree with you. there's not a day it's ever interesting.' He made the frog hop back to Ginger's desk, then looked at the chalkboard with a bored expression on his face.

Kenny read the note as it was received again, finding himself snickering slightly at what had been said to him. he wrote back, 'haha, same actually. that'd be a damn good laugh.' The note was then sent back to Ginger's desk as usual.

The boy looked over to see his friends glancing curiously at him, though Cartman was the only one who seemed to be amused. Kenny frowned, narrowing his eyes slightly in the other's direction as if to say 'F*ck off,' but without actually doing so.

It was odd, really; Kenny had come to school today expecting it to just be another boring day of nothing too eventful, but something like this had just happened. He'd pretty much just made himself a new friend without even trying to and frankly, he was not going to complain about it. He generally didn't talk to others than Stan, Kyle, and Cartman often, but oh well. There was one more person added to that list now.

Reading the note as soon as it came back to him, Kenny's smile faded just a little bit though it didn't go away completely at all. This was nice. He could get used to talking to Rose if she was this friendly all of the time. So, he wasted no time in scribbling back another note. 'haha, i'll remember that, rose.' once done, he managed to fold it back up and get the note back to the blonde girl's desk without Garrison, who was still talking, noticing.

He then returned to the way he had been before; elbow on the desk and his head resting against his hand. It was a way he positioned himself when he was bored, as he often did it when he was sitting on the dingy couch back at home. It was just a little habit of his that nobody else in the classroom seemed to possess as well.

Kenny raised an eyebrow at the smirk that was on Cartman's face before he rolled his eyes and then he instead made sure the teacher wasn't looking before throwing his middle finger up briefly at his overweight friend, a slightly smug grin plastering itself to his face although it was covered.

As a new frog came hopped over, he lowered his gloved hand back to the desk and then read the message that came with it as well. Then he looked at the new flower that had been added to the paper frog. It managed to make him smile again as he plucked the small paper flower from the frog's head and examined it before setting it down. Then he wrote back, 'you're sweet, ginger. thanks.' After that, he made the frog hop back over to her desk.

Kenny looked back over to Cartman as the other whispered to him, then he shrugged softly in return without saying any words to him. The fact that he was angry amused to orange-clad boy just like it always seemed to do.

Then once the note was on his desk again, he read it and wrote back, 'well thanks again. it means a lot, trust me.' then he sent the frog back and glanced over to Cartman, wondering if he had anything else to say to him due to being obviously mad.

OOC: Ohh yeah. Definitely. I already had something like that in mind including the icy road, a car, and a telephone pole, but i can't decide what's worse; with or without the telephone pole.

IC: Kenny let out a small muffled laugh as the snowball that Karen created ended up hitting him in the chest, though it didn't phase him as the hit did not include much force and he was wearing a thick parka anyways. In return to that, he leaned down to pick up another ball of snow in which he loosely packed it together again, then tossed it in his younger sister's direction and watching it hit her on her other arm. He didn't want the snowballs to go anywhere near her face as that was just something that wouldn't feel good and would bring around sickness.

The boy then looked at the world around him for a brief moment. It wasn't exactly a place that one would want to call a 'winter wonderland,' but the snow still did something to make the town look more presentable than it usually did. It was pretty amazing, what just one blanket of snow could do for South Park, Colorado.

It was late. Part of Kenny was skeptical about keeping Karen out so late in the cold like this, but the other part of him wanted to keep her out and away from home as long as he possibly could. That would definitely be all damn night if it really had to be; the ten-year-old was sick and tired of the life they had to live at home, including the environment, the fighting, and the way they were treated mostly by their father. Kenny would give Mom some credit; he knew that she at least tried to take good care of her kids, and she did love them. As far as Dad... he wasn't too sure, just by the way that the man acted most of the time. He would never say anything about it out loud though.

Stopping his current snow antics for just a short moment, Kenny called over to his sister, "We need to start walking back soon, okay?" He really hated having to tell the little girl that; but still, they had a pretty good distance to walk before they'd be home anyways, so that would buy up even more time as they would be heading back.

Kenny cracked up at Cartman's statement, though shaking his head in return and whispering back with the usual muffled voice, "You were jealous then... but dude, she isn't my girlfriend," he said with another small laugh as he remembered the girl; the 'Jonas Brothers nutjob,' Tammy Warner. Really, he'd ended up dating her after a while for one reason and one reason only; to get a bl*wj*b from her. As planned, it had worked and therefore he'd gotten what he wished for. He figured he shouldn't tell Ginger that.

Right after the note came back, Garrison stopped his lesson to confront Cartman as he shouted at Ginger. There was a clear look of disapproval on said teacher's face. "Eric! Calm down, we've already had a talk about you disrupting the class before, do you want that again?"

Kenny found himself snickering and glancing at Ginger, and instead of writing a reply he just nodded to her since Garrison would catch them passing notes if he tried to get it back to her. This was already becoming an amusing class.