Wrong

Ok strike the bit about me not living in a ghetto. Tonight we've had fighting, arguments, stone throwing and a suspicious person hanging around next door.
I think the heat must do something to them. Abby's been out arguing with a group of vile little kids with disgusting language. I laughed at her, the once quiet little girl who was mercilessly bullied at her last school was giving them what for. As she slammed the door on them someone shouted BITCH. She thrust open the door quick as lightening and said 'What did you call me?' The offending child went bright red and muttered 'nuffin'. 'I want an apology', she demanded. And he gave one. That's her mothers daughter.