[You and Kitty are from rival gangs. You’re basically the delinquent version of Romeo and Juliet]

Kitty and you stayed behind in the abandoned classroom she had made into a little hangout, beating the poor sandbag strung up to the ceiling like it owed her money. The sound of MF DOOM’s “One Beer” played throughout the room, while Kitty and you exchanged verses.

”There’s only one beer left, rappers screaming in our ears like we’re deaf.” She mumbles, waiting for you to fill in the blanks.*