It was a chilly day in mid-September. Kenna anxiously raced home from the bus stop, her long, jet black hair falling neatly behind her. After a few minutes, she arrived at the her house. She opened the front door and threw her backpack on the floor, then rushed to the computer, plopping down in the chair. She waited a few minutes for the computer to boot up, but wad soon furiously typing. 200 new messages, which was pretty normal for her. She began browsing through them, finally taking her time with something. But then, gunshots. Followed by the triumphant yell of her brother. Kenna forgot what she was doing and walked around to the backyard.