Just a random idea that came to my mind, since Ike's adopted. Hopefully this story will grow into something bigger, but for now, enjoy!

Kyle's POV

"Kyle, Bubbe, go clear the attic for stuff to give to the charity!" yelled Mom from downstairs.

"Great. Just great. I'd much rather clear out the attic than play Black Ops, I really would" I thought sarcastically to myself.

"Kay" I yelled back at her. Sighing, I went down the hall and pulled down the hatch, with the folding ladder in tow.

I crept up the ladder slowly, before staring into the uncomfortable darkness. It was just plain creepy.

I switched on the light and rummaged through the endless cardboard boxes.

Old photos…Clothes I'd grown out of… Junk….Old toys…..More junk…. An old TV…

Then, I noticed something. A big box with my name on it, only, it said "Kyle Broflovski – 1997-1998"

Out of curiosity and confusion, I slowly opened the box. I gasped in shock at what was inside it.

There, was a photo of my parents holding a little baby, with brown eyes and small tufts of brown hair. In fact, he looked just like my dad. Underneath, in Mom's writing, was a note – "Taken from us at such a young age, we'll miss you dearly, our little Kyle"

There were a few other things in the box. A small blue baby-grow, more photos and a birth certificate.

I couldn't believe it. I had another little brother? My curiosity was growing now. I had to ask Mom and Dad about this.

Slowly, I climbed down the ladder, with the box clutched tightly to my chest.

A strange feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me this wasn't gonna end well. I had to agree with it.

I entered the kitchen and placed the box on the table.

"This for the Chari-"Mom stopped in mid-sentence, eyes tearing up, when she looked at the box.

Dad walked in, noticed the box, and froze.

"Mom? What's this?" I asked. She sat down at the table and started to cry. She motioned for me to sit beside her.

"Bubbe, there's something we need to tell you," She said, wiping her eyes.

"Kyle, bubbe, before you were born, we had another child, named Kyle. He d-died before his first birthday," she said, before bursting into tears.

I really didn't like the situation I was in at the moment. I was…awkward. And sad.

"Well Kyle, after that, we couldn't have any children, so we had to adopt," continued Dad.

"Adopt?" I asked. I knew Ike was adopted, but…..did this mean I was adopted too?

"And, well Kyle, to remember the other Kyle, we adopted you,"

My question was answered. I was adopted.

Ooooh! Cliffy (I think)! Poor Kyle! What will he do? How will he cope with this HUGE news? You'll have to find out in the next chapter, which will come up faster if I get reviews *wink ,wink*

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