My most recent brood happened last night.
My friends, Cathy, Leah, Jenny and I decided to have a little "camp-out" on Jenny's lawn.
We went to Cathy's to get her pillow and and jammies and such. As we were walking back to Jenny's our friends (well Jenny and Cathy's friends, Leah and I
hate 
them) decided to have a few laughs and shoot BB and paintball guns at us.
After Leah and Cathy were hit by BB's, and Jenny's blanket was covered in yellow paint, it was no longer funny. We were p*ssed. And my neighborhood is huge, it's not just a few blocks away from Cathy's to Jenny's. It's a good quarter mile.

Derick, the neighborhood tough guy happened to be riding by on his dirt bike. We asked him if he'd walk us the rest of the way to Jenny's because we figured they wouldn't shoot at us if he was around. We made it to the end of her block, when one of them shot Derick with a paintball and covered him in green paint. Now he was p*ssed too.

He finds the 3 guys that were shooting at us, and goes over to them. He yells at them, "why are you shooting at defenseless girls, you think you're so tough..." and other things like that. Before we knew what was happening, there was a brawl in the middle of the street.

Me, being the idiot I am, run over and try and break it up. It works for the time being, until one of the boy's mom comes over. Jenny's mom and this kid's mom live right next door to each other and are best friends. Now they're fighting, everyone is yelling and screaming, and I'm about ready to leave and go home.
Some one calls the police. They show up, I relate the story to them, and now the 3 boys are very mad that we just got them in trouble.
Finally it all dies down, and everyone goes back to there homes, and Cathy, Leah, Jenny and I set up the tent.
Later that night we hear a bang. For about half an hour we hear little rocks being thrown at our tent, and finally we hear feet. I'm
mad. I want to hurt someone now. I get up and I go walk around the tent and yard looking for someone. Jenny's brother comes out and sits out front of the tent, and decides to keep a look out on us.
Some idiot throws a rock at his head. Now he's mad. The girls and I are getting our stuff together, ready to go inside.
As I'm in the tent getting the drinks and food, some idiot shoots a BB at me. I have a welt on my shoulder about the size of a dime now.
Suddenly, the street light is shot out. Since no one has a porchlight on, we're in the dark with no protection with idiots shooting BB's and paintballs at us. O, and the rocks, let's not forget the rocks.
We go inside, lock the doors and windows, and try to get to sleep. When we wake up in the morning, Jenny's yard is covered in paint and the tent has a hole in it from where they shot a BB at me.

We call the police (again) and relate the story to them. After they're done with me, they drive me home even though it was only 5 blocks away.
Now I'm at my aunt's because my mom didn't want me there, even though the guys were taken in.
There are no words to say how mad I am right now... OOO, if I ever see them again.....