Mutt’s Story Part 2
Thursday, February 5th, 2009I followed the four boys (Stan, Kenny, Kyle, Butters, remember Cartman isn’t with them) to Stan’s house, as we reached the stairs Stan turned around and faced my direcetion
”Since you’re the new kid I’m just given you a warning my parents can be a tad weird sometimes.” He told me “Just about every family has its quirks.” I replied with a shrug “I can handle it. “ I added in a calm voice.
”Ok, then.” Stan replied as he opened the door. “Mom, Dad I’m home for lunch and I brought my friends.” “Ok Stan we ordered the pizzas please you and your friends wash your hands before it gets here.” Stan’s mom told him as she walked into see her son and his company when she spotted me. “Oh who’s this?” “This is Jake mom, he’s the new kid.” Stan replied “Hi….um..Stan’s mom.” I greeted politely. “Hello Jake, Eric’s not with you today Stanley?” Stan’s mother asked him. “No he’s out of town today. “Stan replied “Oh thank G-d.” Sharon whispered to herself, it seems that even the adults didn’t want the fat ass around. “Well boys go wash your hands the pizza should be here anytime now.” “Alright, mom. “ Stan responded ,as he lead us to the bathroom each of us taken our turn to wash our hands and just as I finished the pizzas had arrived. We each grabbed two slices of pizza and a drink and followed Stan into his living room. Stan, Kyle, & Butters sat on the couch which left me and Kenny to sit on the floor with our food. “I wonder what’s on TV.” Kyle said “I don’t know let’s see. “Stan replied as he reached for the remote and turned the television on. Immediately the news channel faded in. A newscaster announced “A local bank has been robbed by a gang of elderly people and although they were walking at 3 miles per hour police have yet to find the suspects and make an arrest.” “That’s dumbass Barbrady for you.” Kyle comments “Yep I love our police force.” Stan replied with sarcasm as he flipped thru the channels and landed on one showing Friday the 13th. “Sweeet I love this movie!” Kyle said “Me too.” Me & Kenny added “Guess we’ll watch this then.” Stan said as he set the remote down. “Buh but I don’t like scary m-movies, my parents don’t allow me to watch them.” Butters complained. “Aww don’t be a baby Butters, it’s not that scary.” Kyle replied “Yeah dude Jason’s not all that scary.” Stan added “I don’t know an invincible psycho guy with a machete and a lust for blood I think that’s pretty scary. Especially the fact that he never stays dead, just imagine you kill a guy think he’s dead and he comes back as if nothing happens” I said adding my two cents. “Yeah…imagine that…” Kenny replied “He’s got a point dude.” Kyle tells Stan as he takes a bite of his pizza. “Nah I think Freddy Krueger would be scarier. “Stan added “Freddy’s a wuss he can only get you when you’re sleeping, he’s not so scary…” I replied “True…I guess that’d be scary too though you have to sleep every night whilst there’s no reason for you to be in the woods at night, guess they’re both scary in their own rights . Stan added “I guess…but Jason’s more bad ass.” I replied “That I can agree with.” Stan responded, the other three also agreeing. We sat and watched the movie and lucky for us after it was over Friday the 13th part 2 came on and we watched that. Butters the wussy he was covering his eyes and wincing whenever Jason sliced through his victims. The rest of us cheering on at the sight of the gore really some of those dumb fucks deserved it for going in to the woods in the middle of the night. Before we knew it hours had passed by and the sun was setting when Stan’s parents came in. “Um kids it’s getting late it’s almost 6:30 don’t you think you should home?” Stan’s dad asked as he walking into the living room. We were so busy watching movies and shows that we had completely forgotten about the time. “Oh man!” I exclaimed “Is it that late already?” I asked a bit fearful, thinking that my parents wouldn’t be too happy that I hadn’t arrived home yet. “Aw crap I can hear my mother now..” Kyle said as he got off the couch, “She hates it when I’m late for dinner.” “Y-y-yeah I better get home before my parents ground me.” Butters said as he too got off the couch. Kenny stretched a bit as he got off the floor “Eh not like my parents give a crap..” “Well of course you parents would give a crap..” I responded to him. “Eh you don’t know my parents, my dad’s probably wasted and my mom’s too busy yelling at him for being wasted.” Kenny replied “Well anyway I better get going, thanx for having me over for lunch. “ I thanked my host as a got up and was ready to leave. “No problem dude. “Stan replied “Yeah it was nice to meet you Jake you’re welcomed here anytime.” Sharon added “I have to go too. See ya Stan. “Kyle said as he, Butters & Kenny followed me to the door “Bye Stan. “ Butters said “See ya later dude.” Kenny added “Later dudes. “ Stan replied as the four of us left his house. The four of us walked each other home, chatting a bit. We arrived at Kyle’s house first “Well I’ll see you guys later.” Kyle said his good byes as he walked into his house and was greeted by his mom. “Kyle you’re late for dinner!” Kyle’s mom could be heard from the other side of the door. “I know mom I was at Stan’s.” Kyle could be heard explaining to his mom. Our small group of now three walked on the next stop was Butter’s house “W-well I’ll see you fellas later geez I hope they don’t ground me. “Butters said as he entered his house and was greeted by his parents threatening to ground him. Then there was just me and Kenny as we arrived at my house. “Well here’s my house…you sure you don’t want me to walk you to your place first? So you don’t have to walk alone at night? ” I offered Kenny “Nah it’s ok, I’m used to it. “ Kenny replied “Thanx for the thought though.” “No problem..I guess I’ll see you later then. “ I said as I walked up to my door “See ya dude.” Kenny replied as he continued to walk to his house. Reluctantly I opened the door to my house and walk in.“Mom, dad I’m home…sorry I’m late.” I announced myself. “And where were you?” My mom asked “I was at a friend’s house. “ I replied “We were watching movies and forgot the time .” “That’s good. “ Mom replied as she smiled “See I knew you could make some friends.” “Yeah you were right. “ I responded just happy my folks weren’t mad “Well supper’s ready get cleaned up and get something to eat.” Mom replied And so that was the end of that Saturday, since then I wasn’t to be the lonely new kid for too long. That Sunday proved to be just as interesting you see every Sunday like most Christian families we went to church, though there were Sundays where I really didn’t feel like going to church and don’t get me wrong church is good but I feel that if going in when you’re not in the right mind was pretty useless going at all. Today was one of those Sundays. My parents never forced me to go to mass they would actually let me miss church. And so my family was going without me. “Fine Jake you don’t have to go to church today.” My father told me as he, my mom and siblings dressed up. “We’ll be home in about on hour.” With that they left the house, leaving me by myself. For awhile it was pretty nice the place all too myself I made some breakfast and sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. Nothing was on and I was quickly getting bored and so decided to get out of the house to find something to do. I strolled down the street and realized that just about everyone was at church. “Holy hell it feels like a fucking ghost town.” I said to myself looking down the empty side walks. “I guess everyone here’s a Catholic in this town how boring…” I remarked You see before coming to South Park Elementary I went to a Catholic school so everyone I knew was a Catholic or followed another form of Christianity. Now don’t get me wrong I like my religion I have nothing against it. It’s just that I’d like a bit of a variety and meet someone who wasn’t Christian someone of another religion you know other wise it seems like the world is nothing but robots. It’s kind of strange though being brought up in a mostly Christian society somewhere along the line I found an unusually strong interest in another religion called Judaism. I never knew exactly when or why but I’ve never been ashamed of it but I’ve learned quite a lot by myself about the Jewish religion and have grown ever wanting to be Jewish. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to convert I didn’t want to abandon my own religion and yet at the same time Judaism keeps calling to me. For now I consider myself part Jewish, though I have yet to prove I have a Jewish ancestor but I figure I’m mixed with everything else so why not? I’ve made it my “adopted” culture/ religion and get more highly offended by insults towards Jews then Christians. As I see it Christianity has so many people defended it already whilst the Jews could use a lot more help in defending their religion & culture. But I’m still a Catholic, though I’d tell people I’m part Jewish or I’m a CathJew. So anyway enough about that, where were we? Oh yeah.
So I continued my trek down the lonely empty street when I finally spotted another soul curious I walked up closer to see who it was Kyle. Both of us seemed shocked to find the other wondering the street on a Sunday morning. “Hey dude. Aren’t you supposed to be in church or something?” Kyle asked me “Supposed to but didn’t feel like going today. What are you doing here aren’t you supposed to be in church too?” I asked “Well no I’m Jewish.” Kyle responded “You’re Jewish?” I asked in the back of my mind I was pretty much cheering with joy but you that’d be pretty awkward to let him know how happy I was to find a non-Catholic peer. “Yeah…It’s not a big deal. I mean nothing’s wrong with..” Kyle replying in a defensive manner as if I had a problem a with Jews. “That’s fucking awesome!” I blurted out I was so happy I just couldn’t help myself. For a few moments my words didn’t even register with Kyle as he just continued his defensive tone. “Nothing wrong with anyone being….” That’s when he stopped and I was sure I heard a record player coming to a screeching halt. “Wait…what did you say?” he asked me. I tried to keep a calm composure as I nervously responded “I think its cool you’re Jewish. Fuck this. I said being Jewish is fucking awesome! “For a few quick moments I rambled on about random stuff I learned about Jews before I finally stopped myself and nervously looked at Kyle feeling a tad embarrassed. He had on a pretty confused yet curious look to his face. “I’m I’m sorry…” I said calming myself down ”Nah, its fine good to see SOMEONE in this town knows a thing or two about Jews other than my family.” Kyle responded “It seems that the only thing everyone here knows are stereotypes. “ He added. “Heh well I am part Jewish.” I responded “You are??” Kyle asked “Well yeah my great, great, great, great, great…” As I continued with the “greats” Kyle gave me a half closed glance. “You’re not Jewish are you?” Kyle asked“Well I dunno I’m a mutt I’m mixed with a lot of different heritages on my dad’s side I’m African American and what I know from my mom’s side I’m Italian, Irish, Swedish and Chilean Spanish and probably some other heritages I have yet to know about so I don’t see why a Jewish bloodline can’t be a possibility. And according to Jewish belief if a female ancestor of your mother no matter how far back was Jewish then you are in fact Jewish whether you know it or not whether you follow it or not. So in short biologically I don’t know if I’m Jewish I haven’t found proof of an ancestor but spiritually yes I am Jewish. “I responded and was now out of breathe. “…….Wow…” was Kyle’s only response “You think I’m weird don’t you?” I asked as I put my head down in shame to think even a Jew thought I was crazy with my Jew obsession. “Yeah but it’s a good weird. I’m pretty glad actually. At least now if I need to talk to someone about something Jewish, there’s someone who’ll understand instead of asking ‘What the fuck is a dreidel again?’” Kyle replied. Feeling a lot more comfortable that I wasn’t to be labeled a freak or worst I looked back up. “Really?” I asked him. “Yes and I also don’t have to feel so bad about being Jewish anymore.” Kyle responded with a slight smile. “Want to go get some lunch…we can go to King Jimmy’s Buffett, great food.” He offered “Is it kosher?” I asked “Yes it is.” Kyle replied “Sure, heh.” I nervously responded. And then we began walking along the street towards King Jimmy’s Buffett. As we did so I couldn’t help but ask. “Are you serious they didn’t know what a dreidel was? That’s an easy one.” “Seriously dude you have no idea.” Kyle replied. The two of us continued our way towards the restaurant chatting as we did so and my confidence growing. I could feel my calm, mellow personality returning after being absent for the first few weeks and I found a good friend in Kyle and yet my closest friend was yet to come but for now I was feeling less like the new kid and feeling more as if I had been in South Park all my life. ש (tis more to come please review thank you 
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