As good a time as that sounds, you don't think it's worth your grade in chemistry. After all, the test is only a week away, and you know better than to call Miss Norma's bluff. "Sorry guys, I've got to study tonight... Teach isn't happy with my grade..."
Dez and the other guy nod understandably, but App scoffs. "Pff, your loss man. Have fun with your homework." He chuckled and speeds off. "Speeding in a school zone, damn. He is just asking for a nasty end," you mutter, and you begin your walk home.
When you arrive, you find your mother glaring hatefully across the street, at Mrs. Miller's house. She glances at you as you enter, then turns back to the window. "Damn pig ate the fucking mail man!" She growls. "I've been working on him for WEEKS!"
You roll your eyes and set your things on the counter. Your mother is a fat woman, with plump rosy cheeks and short light brown hair. "Oh, I'll get her," she is saying. "I'll show that bitch what happens when she eats my food!"
Mrs. Mosley has a taste for grown men, which are significantly rarer than young men. She ate her dad at the age of 3, and both her brothers not long after. She has no clue who your father was, only that he's long since gone down the toilet. She was a bit of a slut back in the day, and her lovers never survived the night.
These days, she's more picky. She likes to work on a man, slowly luring him into her trap, before cooking him up for supper. It always made your stomach turn to see grown men marinated and seasoned, with slightly browned skin, sitting on a platter of juices with an apple in their mouth. They would squirm and whimper as they were gobbled up by the greedy woman.
Apparently the neighbor had beat her to the punch with this one. You decide it's best to leave her be. You leave her to her mutterings and make your way to your room, to begin chemistry.
You spend an hour or two puzzling over the mess of formulas and equations. You've never been a genius, but you aren't exactly stupid either. It's slow going, but you steadily become more comfortable with the work, bit by bit.
At about six, you put away your books and prepare for the game, grabbing your sport bag and heading downstairs. You're not surprised to find your mother still seething over her defeat.
"I'll eat her son!" She exclaimed suddenly. "That wench has a soft spot for the useless boy... I'll show her what happens when you cross me!"
You leave her to her rage and head out. Your mother doesn't even notice that you've left, as usual. You begin your trip back to school with your thoughts on the game, but your mom's last threat pops into your head. "I'll eat her son!" she had sworn, and you don't doubt that she meant it. She may have a taste for older men, but she won't balk at eating a young one, especially if she's angry.
You could warn the boy. Elliot is his name, you recall. Pausing, you turn to look at the Miles residence. Elliot has always seemed like a nice guy, but the two of you aren't exactly friends. You don't owe him anything. Still, it just seems decent to at least warn him. What could be the harm in that? Then again, if his mother is home... your history teacher is not the sort of woman forgive easily, and she probably isn't too pleased about you running from her this morning. Much to your shame, you find yourself hoping she had Ramos for lunch. You'd be less likely to serve as her supper if she'd already had a belly full of athlete.
Well, you've got a game to get to, there isn't time to puzzle over it all day. Will you warn the poor boy of your mother's ire? Or leave him to fend for himself?
