Jenny looked at the small crack in the concrete—hardly an abyss—and then back at the school they had just left. She realized then that everyone in South Park was stuck in their own version of a broken sidewalk, whether it was a social list, a literal hole, or the crushing weight of middle school politics.
"You know why you're here, Jenny," Wendy squeaked, not looking up. "The list. You had a hand in it". jenny simons
Halfway home, she saw a figure sitting on a curb near a construction site. It was Butters Stotch, staring at a hole in the sidewalk where a yellow ribbon had been tied. "Hey, Butters," Jenny said, stopping. Jenny looked at the small crack in the
Jenny sighed. "The List" had become the town’s latest obsession—a ranking of every boy in class from most to least attractive. She had been part of the committee, sitting in the back of the room with Bebe and Lola, nodding along as they debated the merits of various fourth-graders. At the time, it felt like a game. Now, seeing Kyle Broflovski standing near the lockers, looking like he’d just been told his favorite video game was canceled, the "game" felt a lot heavier. "The list
"Oh, hello there, Jenny," Butters replied, his voice small. "The sidewalk's all broken up. I can't get home this way, or I'll fall into the abyss."