What are little girls made of?

There is this green box in the front yard between our house and the next door neighbors' house. I don't really know the purpose of this green box, but I think it houses some kind of wires or maybe a cable box. The kids in the neighborhood use it as a spot to sit and hang out.

The girl who lives next door used to be Hannah's friend. But in this neighborhood, friendship doesn't seem to last very long. Or maybe it's the age. Either way, I am coming to learn that thirteen year-old girls, especially the ones in this neighborhood, can be vicious, malicious, and downright nasty.

Today I was outside taking the trash out, and discovered this written on the top of the green box:

Sugar and spice and everything nice? Yeah, right.