Clarisse McClellan's Daughter

I'm glad you liked it! This one started out as a free verse poem, then morphed. I didn't realize just how dark this was going to go until it was finished. I just hope it was realistic; I've never been in a schoolyard fight, thank God, and I didn't want either the odds or the scuffle itself to seem implausible.

I may end up writing something about Kendra's father, now. Given this incident, and doubtless a few other things over the years, I'm pretty sure he knew he was throwing a match into a powder keg by encouraging his daughter to get information from outside sources. I'm now wondering just how well he knew what he was doing, and what the result might be. Like father like daughter, I think. Kendra's pretty aware of just how much trouble she could potentially bring down on herself by doing certain things, and as she's gotten more than a few traits from her folks...