Sitting in my parents' house I watched the screen.
"Hi my name is Aeron and I wanna be da princess!"
A small girl with her hair cut short stands in front of a camera, wearing a tiara. Cake icing smeared on her face. People stand around her smiling and laughing. A strong male voice starts to talk.
"Maybe one day you can be, then you can buy us birthday cakes."
They all laughed, it was seemed like so much fun. That's my birthday party, I had just turned six and wanted nothing more than to be a princess. Now, as the year that my name will be put into the drawing, I didn't want to be one. I want to work, I don't want to marry. A year after I had made that statement, my mother died, leaving me alone with my father who had quickly become a drunk, an angry drunk. So I went into the one thing I was good at, fighting. My family, we're seven's. Just above total chaos. I started to take fights when dad couldn't get a job, when he started drinking. When my life fell apart.
I used to look up at the sky, and try to find all the constellations. I never can, I can only find my mom's favorite. Aires, that was her favorite. If I was a boy, I'm sure my name would have been Aires instead of Aeron. After turning the TV off, I looked up into the stars while I got ready. Seeing Aires up there I said a quick prayer to my mother. I hope she sees me, and cheers me on. As I walk into my own little hell.
Around the ring were the people who could afford to get in. Up in the box, those were the two's, three's, sometimes even a four got in. But that was rare, ones though. Ones never came, they didn't want to be seen with us. Who cares around the stupid queen? She's never helped me, my family. Who cares?
Sighing I watched the girl walk in, she was small, most likely an 8 who needed money, she couldn't be older then twelve. Her face was bruised and scraped, probably from a different fight. My face couldn't have looked any better; this was my fifth fight of the night. Now that I think of it, I did have a few bruises, just here and there. Not many, I dominated in my fights. I couldn't afford to lose, this girl she looks like she's come close to losing but came back in the end.
The crowd buzzed, then all went silent. That's when I went for her. She wasn't going to stay up for much longer. I kicked her in the head in other words. She fell, she fell hard. Her body hit the floor as I circled the ring waiting for her to get back up, if she could. I'm not like the other fights, they would've kept going after she was down. Not me, if she wants to get up she can, I'm not going to keep her from getting up.
They yelled for her to get, but others told her to stay down. Don't move. The crowd was screaming and yelling, until a door opened. The silence was horrible. That deafening silence could have killed someone. The group walked up to the box. People mumbled, I heard them whispering over my beating heart as the ref grabbed the girl off the ring. She wasn't going to get up for a while, she was out. They took her up to the box. Why was she going to the box? Before I could think about it, my next opponent came out to the ring. Guess I don't have time to wonder why.