This...this is a tad different than the stuff I usually write. But god damn, I HATE Shelia! So, I just kinda shuffled this together... I dunno, reviews would be nice thought.
"KYLE BROFLOVSKI!"
A bitter frown twisted into a sinister snarl. Kyle clenched and grinded his molars into each otherf, trying to get that damned voice away from him. Happy place, happy place, ha-
"KYYYLLEEEE!"
Screaming in fury, he slammed his door open, staring at his mother from the top the staircase. "GOD DAMNIT, WHAT DO YOU WAAAAAANT?" Shelia glared, hissing, "Don't take up that tone with me mister! Is your homework done?" "Fuck! Leave me alone mother! I can take care of my own homework!" "Augh!" Shelia cried out, disgusted. "Watch your mouth Kyle!" Kyle, finally having enough threw himself into hs room, locking the door and leaping onto his bed. Burying his face into his pillow, he screamed. He let his scream continue until it hurt, and finished it off by smashing his fist into his bedframe.
Kyle's life was going to hell in a handbasket.
His mother in the recent years had become awful. She was a nosy, shrill, ugly crotch rag nowadys and he hated her for it. She wasn't even a mother anymore; she left it upon Kyle to take care of himself. All she did was provide him housing. She didn't eat with him, watch TV with him, or even talk with him. She was only foxused on his academics and chores. If it wasn't an A, he was grounded. And God help him if the house wasn't clean. And with his dad recently passed away, it made it all the worse.
"Don't you ignore me Kyle! Open the door!" "Go away!" Kyle hissed, eyes scrolling up to the door. "Dear LORD Kyle! Why can't you stop being so useless?" she hollered, the reply hitting Kyle like a brick.
Useless.
Kyle felt calm all of a sudden. He wasn't useless. Not at all. And if she thought so, he would change her mind.
She would most definitely regret saying that.
He stood up slowly, moving toward his dresser. The dresser he made in Woodshop to get an A+. Pulling the worn down handle and opening the drawer, he pulled out a small pocket knife. Kyle eyed the razor sharp blade lustfully, knowing what was gonna go down. He stalked toward the door, shoulders heavy. He opened the door, slowly revealing the fat slob he so loathed. It would all end today. No more nag...
"Kyle Broflovski, why are you holding that-"
Her words stopped immediately, making the daywalker sigh with happiness. Crimson ribbons soaked down her neck, the knife being the godlike tool that had made it happen. Kyle slowly pulled it out, and began to jam it into more tender spots. Collarbone, heart, lungs, kidney. Her eyes were frozen forevermore with fear. Kyle's glazed emerald orbs met hers in a hazy glare, never leaving their adamant position. His breaths were ragged, cold even. She was dead.
Kyle's lips curved upward. It was quiet.
"I think...I'll get a B on this year's science project." Kyle chuckled at the corpse. "I know how much you hate them..."
Yeah...Different. HOLLAH IF YOU HATE SHLELIA BROFLOVSKI!