After class, all the students were dismissed for recess. Kit eyed the playground carefully."Where is he? I know I saw him walk out of class", she mumbled to herself. Suddenly, out of the blue, a kickball collided with Kit's back. A loud 'ooof' could be heard, as the wind was knocked out of her. "Aaawww, a certain wittle gwurl needs to be carefwull", the assailant replied in a mock baby voice. Lifting herself off of the ground, Kit came face to face with the one who beamed her with the ball. "Drake", she said distastefully.

Drake knew that this was the perfect way to get his long-time rival worked up. He's known Kit for soo long, that he knew she absolutely couldn't back down from a fight. This was one girl who wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. Spitting out some grass that had worked its way into her mouth, Kit gave Drake a hard glare before she roughly shoved him to the ground. As soon as that happened, she pounced on Drake. "Get off of me you ugly, stupid girl!", Drake cried. He grabbed a fistfull of hair and tugged, successfully ripping some of it off. Kit landed a punch to his jaw for pulling out her hair. Drake's fist connected with Kit's mouth and burst open her lip. Kit's other fist connected with Drake's eye.

There was a flurry of dust everywhere as the two children continued to brawl with one another. Suddenly the familiar cry of 'teacher' sent all of the children on the playground, scattering in different directions. This included Drake and Kit. As Kit limped to the swings in order to tend to her wounds; Drake made his way to the club house in order to nurse his own. Both sent a defiant glare at the other, silently vowing that their mini war was not over. Neither of them really won the battle they just had. In fact, it was almost as if they were equally matched.