Manifesto
One day, I was walking down a street in Minnesota. I was moving tomorrow so I figured I would just walk around and try to remember it. (WAIT. I think I forgot something…let me think…OH!) Hi! My name is Kathy Lee. I am adopted and HAD a boyfriend named Zach, but we broke up when I found out he was cheating on me for a former high school friend. I am called the Ice Queen, I am the leader of a gang called "Shadow fighters" we are the top notch fighters. The problem is that they have too many attachments to me; in the past I took them, trained them and help stand up against their fears. Then we formed a gang, they helped people like them a lot, they were all victims to bullying that I helped strengthen to be the ones that could stick up for themselves. They were drop outs and delinquents with no homes. They all said "Well Kathy we are the ones grateful you took us in, we can't do anything without you." Anyways I told them not to tell me good bye because they actually know I'm very kind hearted unlike my name Ice Queen. Okay. Let's stop here. Rewind. Don't ask me how or when I started this gang all we do is help people get stronger most of the time it's another gang that fights us.
Anyways, I might as well tell you my history on how I learned to fight. I was a young girl about 10 years old constantly getting bullied by everyone because of the way I always get 100% on everything(it's not like I had to study, before I was adopted my biological parents told me that I should do study hard so that my future in academics is good so I can focus on other things). Then I had an idea what is I learned martial arts online?! One day a man saw me practicing in a park and came up to me and asked if I really wanted to be a fighter. I said yes and he took me as his underling. His name was James; he taught me most of the things like where the vital organs are, and how to hit with precise accuracy. Yet with all the skills he taught me, he was killed right in front of my eyes, I still remember that haunting moment where the robber stabbed him to death… well that's a memory I want to forget. I had all this time to myself mostly because my adopted parents really didn't care for me they just needed another child so that they could get a discount for the house they live in.
Anyways, I'm just walking along the scenic places to see things I might miss. Okay the reason I'm moving is because I have two older step-sisters that act nice in front of my adopted parents but in school they are actually really mean to me. I don't know why they wanted me out but eventually they got their wishes granted, they complained that I messed everything up, my adopted parents got tired of their bickering. My aunt heard and said "Allow me to take care of her." When I came home my bags, money, everything, was already packed neatly in boxes when I came back from my walk. Then I look across the room and see boys and sisters on my bed. I recalled once that my friend
I hesitated before I yelled "MOM, DAD there are people on my bed." So their parents or should I say our parents rushed downstairs to see their daughters were the ones leading the events that were happening and that the boys were paralyzed and wide-eyed with fear. I sighed and said "Good-bye dear sisters."
They flashed their glares at me then turned their attention to their parents and cried "THEY MADE US DO IT!"
The boys shook their heads and one of them said "YOU forced us, we were just here to pick up our home-."
Dad cut him off and said "Marcie give them their homework back and both of you." He points at Marcie Samantha (the two sisters) and says "YOU TWO, get into the living room we need to talk."