Can we get together and talk? I need your advice.
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In all honesty, Kyle was freaking out. Sure, he freaked out often, but this time was different. Very different. He felt like the only help he could get would be from his father, or from Travis. Travis was... busy. Something with his girlfriend, Kyle had sensed. Worse of all, Kyle was afraid to speak to his father. Especially about his feelings. As much as he hated to admit it, he was kinda sort of sensitive, and it was killing him that there was no one to talk to who would just understand!
Sliding his computer under his bed, he got up, and walked out of the dormitory, and then out of the common room. Finding a corridor with wide windows, he tried to admire the view. Kyle only had an hour or two before his next class, but he didn't know how to spend it, other than pondering more about his new-found mother. Pulling the letter out of his pocket again, and unfolding it, he gazed upon the sloppy writting, and he analyzed it some more. The Emerson boy was almost positive it had been written in a rush... or in a moving vehicle. Where was his mother right now? The same woman who had abandoned her family, leaving her only son and husband to find a way of life on their own. That very same woman, who dared to even refer to herself as his mother.
She may have given birth to me, but she'll never be my mum, Kyle supressed his thoughts, for the millionth time trying not to rip up the letter. Letting out a sigh, he folded it up gently and shoved his hand in his pocket, leaning against the wall. Gazing out the window, he let out another sigh, leaning into his hand, against the wall.
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Amanda,
Just wanted to keep you up on the family news.
My mum wrote me a letter.
-Kyle
ooc: I'm at home, sick, and I had a tiny bit of time to procrastinate, so I wrote this up. I'll be back full time soon, I just really wanted to get this plot on the way. Hope you guys understand! :D
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