Eric Cartman

At first it was days; he'd never admit he was even slightly worried, until it turned into weeks, and then months. He sent Kenny to Kyle's house, since Kyle had been gone for six months and he wasn't going to be the one to go looking for him. The strange thing was that every time he sent someone to Kyle's house, they were told he wasn't there, that he was traveling, that he was sick. Just excuses. Stan was depressed, Kenny was worried, and... well, he had no one else to bother. It had been half a year, six months, the same thing, three instead of four, and he didn't know what else to do. It was just another day with Kyle gone. He stared at the ground as he walked to the bus stop. There were only a few days left until the end of the school year; prom was in a couple of weeks. After a few moments, he looked up and his eyes focused on someone... His eyes widened, taking him in from head to toe. Was that Kyle? No, no, no. Impossible. She was wearing a skirt and a slightly different hat, although she looked exactly like Kyle... Is that really Kyle?* "What the hell...?" He said to himself, unsure whether to say something or not, whether to approach and mock her. This was complicated, very complicated.