Mother against daughter, boyfriend against girlfriend, every time I look around I see conflict as if conflict is a way of life. However I have always I tended to lead a virtually drama free existence, which means that I would avoid conflict, arguments, or problems. Unfortunately there was an instance where I felt so disrespected that the only way to end the dispute was with violence.
My story begins on a warm summer day at twelve in the afternoon. My parents had gone to work for the day and I was home alone. I decided to invite my best friend over so we can spend time together watching television and playing video games. He received a phone call on his cell phone and stepped out of the room. I eaves dropped on his conversation and I heard him saying, “ Don’t come over it’s not what you think.” Bobby then came back into the room and we continued to watch TV. A short time later I heard three loud knocks on the screen door of my house. I ran to the door assuming that some type of emergency had taken place, only to find his ex- girlfriend standing at my door with a knife. I must say that this encounter in reality lased for about 5 minutes yet it felt more like ten hours. My best friend proceeded to open the door and take