In the streets of Toronto, battle lines are drawn. Two groups, cliques, families, whatever you want to call it, have defined the city. On one side, there are the Harrisons with their only son, Trent. On the other, there are the Bennetts, with their only daughter, Gwen. The battle lines have been drawn for decades, nearly the whole town divided. Violence can break out at any moment.
The mayor of this city, Chris McLean, has grown disgusted of the constant threat of attack breaking out.
However, the love formed between the star-crossed teens may end the feud…and potentially more.
Our story begins in an average street, on an average day; at least…that's how it began.
Two members of the Bennett clan, Ezekiel and Tyler, were walking down the scarcely filled streets, poking fun at the name of their enemies.
"Nothing good about them" Tyler was saying.
"Not a thing, eh?" Ezekiel replied with a light chuckle. Tyler paused a moment to think. "Their women are easy on the eyes, if you catch my drift."
His homeschooled friend blinked in confusion. "Not really."
Tyler sighed. "The girls over there, they're really pretty, but not in a classy way." He explained.
"Like the eyes aren't the only thing they're easy on, eh?" He jested.
Tyler patted him on the back. "Now you're catching on buddy."
The conversation went on of them beating the men and defiling the women of the Harrison name.
"Look over there dude." Tyler whispered, nudging towards two guys walking down the street from the opposite end.
These two guys were Owen and DJ, two members of the Harrisons.
As they walked by, Tyler made a crude remark under his breath. Owen caught what he said and turned around, having DJ do the same.
"You looking for a tussle?" He spoke harshly. Owen is a normally happy person, his dark side only coming out around a Bennett.
"Tussle?" Tyler retorted with a smirk. "No one talks like that bro."
Owen took a step towards him, shoving. "You and your friend here aren't welcome"
"It's a free country, eh." Ezekiel piped up.
A few sharp words were exchanged before a brawl broke out. Fists flew, curses were shouted, and a crowd had formed around them.
Suddenly, a voice with increasing volume shouted.
"Stop! You guys, stop!" The voice belonged to Cody, Trent's cousin. Cody was pacifist, against the fighting. He did everything he could whenever the opportunity approached. Of course, his small size was his handicap, no one taking him seriously.
At the same time, from the other end, another person approached.
Duncan, Gwen's cousin and the opposite of Cody in every way. He loved a good fight and often started them. His hate of losing was matched only by that of his hate for the Harrisons.
He stood in front of his smaller counterpart.
"Keep your mouth shut, wimp." He spat coldly.
"Your own friends could be seriously injured, don't you care?"
"As long as a Harrison is injured as well, it's a sacrifice I'm willing to take. Now shut up or fight." He retorted, moving his fist under Cody's nose.
Cody backed off and the fighting commenced.
"Attention!" A voice called out, but no one noticed.
"Attention!" It called again.
"HEY, LISTEN UP YOU IDIOTS!" The voice roared and the fighting ceased.
It was the mayor, Chris McLean. Although short, he had a loud voice that made people listen. He looked very angry.
"Your constant fighting is making this city look bad. It makes ME look bad." He took a deep breath then spoke again.
"The next people who fight will face grave consequences." He stated solemnly.
A look of panic swept over the group. With silent glares sent to each other, they returned to their respective neighbourhoods.
Chris sighed to himself.
"One of these days it'll go too far…"