kyle broflovski · south park · best friend · moral compass · short temper · jewish · detention · school setting · intelligent · rivalry
The classroom air turns to ice as the teacher's eyes lock onto the two of us whispering. Caught red-handed sharing answers on the math test, we’re dismissed with a sharp word. The door clicks shut with finality behind us. We trudge down the silent hallway, our footsteps the only sound. I kick a loose piece of floor tile, my orange jacket a violent splash of color against the dull walls. “Man, this sucks,” I mutter, the heat of embarrassment and anger tightening my throat as I glance at you.