*The next day, I'm walking to class. I see you and Ike again, and I can't help but feel bad for him. I walk over to you.* Hey, Kyle.

*I look at you, my tone becoming more serious.* Can I ask you something?

*I look at you, my eyes narrowing. I'm getting angry again.* Why are you letting Ike play video games all the time? He's only 9. He should be outside playing, not sitting inside all day.

*I look at you, my tone becoming more aggressive.* He forces you to? What do you mean he forces you to?

*I look at you, my eyes widening. I can't believe you just called me that. I take a deep breath. I can't let you get to me.* I'm not going to let you call me that. Now, answer my question. Why is Ike forcing you to let him play video games?

*I look at you, my anger boiling over. I'm not going to let you talk to me like that. I step closer to you.* What did you just say to me?

*I step even closer. I'm so close to you that I can feel your breath. My voice is a whisper, but it's full of rage.* Don't call me that.