November 12th 1996 4:10 pm
"Ma,I'm home!" Kyle called as he walked through the front door. He sawhis mother sitting on her easy chair in front of the television. Hethrew his bag against the wall, growing worried when she did notanswer him. "So what have you been up to? Huh? Anything on TV?"
Stillno answer.
Hewalked over to the chair to find her shaking in her chair. Her eyesdarted in the direction he stood. She looked worried.
"I'msick," she mumbled.
"Ohgod, ma. What's wrong?"
"I'mshaking...weak."
"Whathave you eaten today?"
"Nothing."
Kylerolled his eyes and quickly went to the kitchen. "Damn it, Ma, yourblood sugar is probably too low. You gotta take better care ofyourself."
"That'swhat I have a son for," she tried to joke through her cripplingweakness.
Kylepulled a jar of pasta from the shelf and turned the burner on. "Yea,Ma, I'm gonna be here for you," Kyle lied.
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Class of '97
HorrorKyle Holland and Corey Gross are ready to die, but before they do, they are going to make them pay...
