On a beautiful night, in a small suburb (ish) town in New York City, Kara Valent found herself dancing in a crowd of swaying drunk teenagers. She could be at home with her sister, but she needed a break. She needed a night out to party and have fun with her best friend. When suddenly... Huh? I reached into my small purse hanging from my shoulder to find a buzzing phone with my sister's name on it. I answered the call and immediately yelled into the phone, "Hang on! Let me get outside." I slide past the dancing intoxicated teenagers and I finally reach the front door. I see a few boys I don't recognize sitting on the porch surrounding Steven, talking among one another. I walk down the steps, moving farther away from the blaring music. I stop on the last step and I sit down, putting the phone up to my ear. And that's when I hear it.. The sobs of my little sister as she finally asks, "Do you know Alex Foster?" "Yes he's in my grade. Why?" Alex Foster was a boy in most of my classes, he is a year older than me, 18. He was held back in the freshman year. "He just showed up at our door and beat the living shit out of me dude!" She cries as I straighten my back. "He. Did. What."