I sat at my desk doing school when I got a text, since I'm homeschooled I didn't have to worry about a teacher busting me. I grabbed my phone and looked at the message. It was from one of my best friends Emma.

"EmmaCarter: hey Ryan, I need to tell someone so I'm telling you. Earlier today a kid hurt me, pulled my hair, threw my stuff on the ground etc." I replied with.

RyanMarshall: What's this punks number?"

"EmmaCarter: 675-7951, whatever you do just don't kill him."

"RyanMarshall: What me?"

"EmmaCarter: :P"

I quickly changed the username to No one of consequence and sent this punk a text.

"NoOneOfConsequence: you've got seven days to apologize and get out of my sight." I know that in order for it to work I need to not respond to his messages. He'd already sent one but I put it on vibrate, threw it on my bed and plowed through my schoolwork. School normally takes me about two hours and like normal that's what happened. After school I scarfed through lunch and went out to work on my four-wheeler, I was adding newer and better shock absorbers to it and was planning on adding a better engine. It was my mudding vehicle and it was a mess, I always hose it down after I go mudding but it still is filthy, the hose doesn't get all of it. While I was working I got another text from Emma, along with about seven from the kid.

"EmmaCarter: meet me at DQ, I've got something to show you.

"RyanMarshall: be there in about half an hour, just finishing up on my four-wheeler."

"EmmaCarter: see you when you get there.

I finished up quickly and after I told my mom where I was going I hit the road. We often met at DQ because it was in the perfect spot between our houses, she lived more in the suburban side of town and I lived way out in the more rural area. Emma and I were very different, she was more of the careful planner and had more of a delicate hand. I on the other hand followed a very strict code. "Americans don't think, they do it." And I wasn't too good on working on the finer details, in a way it was good that we were friends, I did the heavy, harder stuff and she does the smarter stuff. We dress extremely differently, she normally has a t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes, and a ball cap saying 'God is good all the time' and always kept herself presentable, while I, I wore a button up, long sleeved shirt, old jeans, cowboy boots and hat, and don't really care how I look. But somehow no matter how different we were we still got along, and she kept me in line, if she didn't I would probably be arrested many times, yeah I'm a Christian and I try not to but I get bored and when I get bored I get into trouble easily. But I also kept her out of line, without me her life would be boring. I got to DQ pretty soon and like always she was there first. I went over and sat next to her, I our usual spot by the window, she knows that I like to keep track of everyone in the building so our spot was in a corner with no windows behind me where I can see everyone coming in and going out.

"So Emma what's up?"

"I took a video of the boy, his name is Gregory, and I'm guessing this was when you sent him the text because he kept looking around." She pulled out her phone and pushed play, and sure enough the kid kept looking over his shoulder, turning around and always checking his phone.

"I'm gonna call him." I said after the video was done, I punched the number in my phone and waited till he picked up.

"Hello?" A voice said on the other side.

"You've got seven days to apologize and get out of my sight." I hung up. Emma smiled and I cracked a grin. Life is good.

So this is based off a true story, about me and a friend. Of course names are different and such but a lot of this stuff is true. And word of advice, don't do what I do, my delinquent tendencies are not something I'm proud of, I'm trying to work on them and it's better than it used to be, also I am not responsible for any trouble y'all get yourself into.

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