Post MD3.
Warning Kenny's mom is pretty much a monster with a pretty face so lots of bad stuff there.
"Ken, you don't have a social life," Ken's mother said over the phone, "you entire world revolves around the rink."
"It's not like that momma" Ken said in a whine.
"Then what's it like Ken, you play Hockey with those little monsters! You're only pulling average grades! The Dean called me becouse your teachers think you have what it takes to be on the honor
roll but you dumb yourself down because of the other boys in your class are c students!" His mother yelled in his ear.
"That's not true momma" Ken said blushing 'it was' he added to himself.
"Don't you lie to me Ken Wu! Do you know what this makes me look like! My friends they all have smart boys and popular girls. What do I have? A stupid little hockey player!" Suesie Wu screamed in over the phone.
"I'm sorry momma, I'll do better." he said in tears.
"You better Ken. First you brake my heart and give up figure skating, then this. Your trying to kill your momma!" She yelled.
"No I'm not momma." Ken said in a small voice as tears poured down his face.
"Then your just trying to make me look bad then!" she yelled even louder.
"No ma'am" he said. He was starting to get weird looks from the other guys in line to use the phone for his dorms floor.
"I know it was your fault John left me! Who wants a woman with a loser for a son!" she hissed.
"I'm sorry momma" he said with a sick feeling in his gut was it his fault his dad left her?
"I have to go but you better do better Ken or I'm pulling you out of that school and you'll be homeschool again." she said in a smooth voice that scared Ken worse then her yelling and hissing.
"Yes ma'am" he said and hung up before rushing back to the his dorm room trying not to let the other boys see hhis tear stained face.
Ken's mother had paid for him to have a single room rather then bunking with one of the other Ducks. Ken had wanted to room with one of the other guys hoping to really make some friends not just teammates who could stand him but his mother didn't like him hangingout with the team she said they were violent, ruff, and mentaly unstable so she had him put in a single room.
Ken trew himself on his bed and cryed. It was lame and girlish he knew but he couldn't help it his mother had always had a knack of making him feel worthless or making him cry when ever she was angry about anything. He really didn't want to be homeschool by his mother again when he figureskated she was his teacher on the road he still had scars but they were all covered by clothing she hadn't wanted him kept from competeing, she'd loved him skating like she had. It was the only thing he ever did that pleased her, not that he'd ecer been good enuff even when he'd made it to the Olympics he'd still not been up to par.