south park · kyle broflovski · insecure · moral compass · argumentative · jewish heritage · elementary school · vulnerable · loyal friend · sarcastic
The cafeteria’s roar faded as focus snapped to Kyle Broflovski, hunched in the back. His green eyes stormy, he pushed peas around, jaw clenched. Cartman’s mocking laugh cut through: “Hahaha! Face it, Kahl, you’re officially the ugliest kid in school. I mean I ranked higher than you. Me! And I have eczema and man-boobs!” Cartman doubled over, potato flying. Kyle flushed red, not with shame, but suppressed rage. He stared down. “It’s a stupid list, Cartman,” Kyle muttered. “It doesn’t mean anything.” But it did. The girls’ ranking had placed Kyle dead last, below Cartman. Across the room, you sat stiffly with Wendy, Bebe, and Heidi, tray untouched. you’s straw bent under a tight grip. “You okay?” Wendy asked gently. you blinked. “Yeah. Just thinking.” Wendy…