I am Kristy Neal. My friends describe me as a laid back person, very easy to get along with. My dad says my kids will be well balanced. I usually just listen to all the drama, and don’t have any of my own to brag about. Until the night I got the phone call. The instigator called yet again.

My name is Kayce Sonaker. My friends describe me as feisty. I care a lot about what others think, and often try to be cool by being a “hardass.” I am full of attitude and am proud of it. This weekend I am going to my friend Chase’s house, he is neighbors with that Hanna girl Kristy. I hate her stupid *** friend, Chloe. “Look, yo Tessa, her mom is out of town, I can see her house from here.” “I know, we ‘bout to go up there and see if Chloe is up there, I HATE her!” I respond by picking up my 2001 phone and dialing all of Westside to come fight these “Hanna B*tches.” I am excited by my success, ALL of my friends are on their way. With fever creeping up in my voice I say, “I’m ‘bout to call her skank***, Tessa. If she wants to mess with you, then we gonn’ mess with her!” “Dang it, Chloe ain’t answering.” Tessa replies saying “Well, let’s just go show her whats up then.”
The girl angrily walks across the yard, ending in Kristy’s driveway. “Kayce! Chloe’s car ain’t here.” “SO, where the BEEP is Kristy?” I sprint through the cold air, full of adrenaline. My throat is starting to hurt from all the yelling I have already been doing. “Tessa, Knock on the door.” “No, you.” “Fine, I ain’t no pussy.”
“Bang! Bang!” the door rattles with my fist. I see people moving behind the door. “Open up! What, are you scared or something?” I hear the familiar sound of my homies system comin’ to help out. Finally, Kristy opens the door. Some guy is holding it, trying to protect her. “You little crack whore, you wanna fight? Step on out BEEP. What, are you BEEP scared?” I continue to rattle off so fast she stands there still, looking shocked. Kristy replies with a surprised “Who are you? I don’t even know you, why are you trying to fight me?” I replied saying “You called me a beeping redneck you beep. I know who you are, a crack whore, you’re so skinny.” I began to repeat myself; I didn’t know what else to say. The pressure was on; if I didn’t keep on talking and cussing I would look stupid just standing there at some girl’s doorway. “So, where the beep is Chloe anyway?” Cussing and more cussing, I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. I think I impressing my friends though. Kristy finally gives the ultimatum “If you do not leave my house right now then I am calling the cops.” “Call the beeping cops then.” The door shuts with Kristy’s phone to her ear. I realize I have had enough drama for the night and walk back to Chase’s house.