As days went by my mom noticed that I never seemed to do things with
friends anymore so she enrolled me in some self-defence classes for
'something to do after school'. At first I didn't think I would bother
going but in the end I decided what the hell, I mite as well turn up for
one class to see how it is.
As I walked through the door to the self-defence centre and looked at all the people, noticing relieved that I knew no-one. Maybe it'll be ok after all. I wandered up to the instructor, and began to explain why I was there.
"No worries just find a space and follow the rest of us" he said interrupting my well planned out spiel.
We started off learning a few basic things to do if someone attacked us and what to do in particular situations.
The instructor, who's name was Ben Cheung said that I showed promise as a fighter and a fair bit of strength. Saying that made me feel special and was probably the main highlight of the class. He suggested I come to some other classes with some experienced people and join in the tournaments.
"What are tournaments?" I asked. I was unsure and didn't like the sound of them.
"Oh, not to worry, they are just friendly games, if you like, against one another. Very harmless and fun, it's just to improve skills. Plus, the winner at the end gets free lessons for a year and a nice trophy"
"Okay, well, what day is it? I might have a look" I asked sort of curious.
"Tuesday nights" Ben said and with that I walked outside to where my mom was parked and waiting.
"How was it, sweetie?" Joyce queried as usual.
"Okay," I mumbled, not wanting to give away how much I did actually like it.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On Thursday I headed off to school once again. I didn't want to go L.A again because it would just remind me of what happened. Mostly I went to class except when I had a really bad class with the most horrible guys that tormented me constantly. It was this morning when I had double science that this was the case. I wasn't sure where to head so I began wandering around looking for a quiet place to sit. Soon I walked by the double swinging doors of the musty, old, Sunnydale High library. It was perfect; I could go in there and sit in the back behind stacks of books without anyone looking at me.
I wandered in through the double doors and just the sight of nothing but musty old books calmed me down. The librarian asked if I needed anything, I told him no, I just wanted to do some research on a project for the class I was in. After that he left me in peace so I headed to the farthermost reach of the library and sat down with a book. The book was a total bore, something about World War 1 so I began to drift off...
*Willow was next to me as we walked through the halls of Sunnydale high. A few girls bowed down to us as we passed while others came up for kisses and hellos. I turned the corner and Angel walked toward us and stopped me for a mind-blowing kiss. He mentioned that he had to go change for football and Will and I found Cordy and headed toward the girls locker rooms to change into those short maroon pleated skirts ready to cheer on the Sunnydale Razorbacks. As we walked through a door at the end of the corridor Willow disappeared and Cordelia started shouting at me to get away from her. "Go away loser, what are you doing next to me? Get back to the metal home" she yelled, and I started running away, towards the opposite door, but Angel came through that door and started chasing me, pulling a pocket knife from his sleeve. Not looking where I was going I ran headfirst into Cordelia and she grabbed me, holding me down. She locked lips with Angel and I felt helpless in her grasp watching them at it right in front of me. As they broke apart Angel raised his knife and slowly ran it gently down my face without drawing blood. "Don't worry, this won't hurt...much" He laughed an then suddenly a bell sounded*
I woke with a start. Sweat was pouring down my face as I thought of the awful dream that had seemed so completely real just a minute ago. The bell had evidently just gone, which had awoken me from the dream. I stood up wiping the dampness from my face and headed to class.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The weekend past really quickly and before she knew it Tuesday had come. Telling mom that I was going out wasn't a problem, she didn't even ask like usual. That's probably because I haven't been out in ages.
I arrived at the centre and Ben recognised me and welcomed me in. He said there were three different types of games to compete in. One was basic wrestling where the winner was the last one standing. Another was on defence, blocking your opponent's moves when they attacked and then trading roles. Three judges watched your moves and decided on a winner. This was safe because you were padded up. The third and last one was really dangerous. It was fighting your opponent with skills learnt in karate. The fight only ended when one of the fighters surrendered or is knocked unconscious. Contestants wore minimal padding. Ben said that only a few people were game enough to try this. Also, he recommended for me the second thing because it specialised in what I was learning.
I headed over to where he pointed. Some other men and women were taking padding from the boxes provided and strapping it on. "You're a new girl ey?" the closest chick asked. "Yep," I answered, "Mind showing me what to do with all this padding?" "Sure," she answered. Shortly afterwards, I was kitted up in all the padding I needed and was waiting in a line for my turn to compete. The name of the girl who talked to me is Jackie. She is a regular at the competitions even though she says she never does really well at them. The two of us chatted for a while but soon enough it was my turn. I stood in the ring and faced my opponent. She looked like a fairly easy person to beat. She was small and weak looking. Though I suppose looks can be deceiving because I also am very small and petite, but that doesn't mean I'm not strong. Anyway, I focused on what was going on around me. The whistle blew. She was defending first so I began throwing a few punches, kicks and a few special things we learned last class. She blocked punches easily but had a little more difficulty when I used kicks and made swipes at her legs. The whistle blew again after about five minutes and judges held up their score out of 10: 6.5, 7 and 6. It was an average score. Not the best but not totally terrible either. Now it's my turn. After another whistle blow the girl waited about thirty seconds before aiming a punch straight at my face. It was an easy punch to see coming, her shoulder gave everything away and so I blocked it easily. Her kicks were also easy to judge because they were kind of slow so none of them got me. In fact, it was only once or twice she got me with a few tricks that were sneaky and I hadn't yet learned in class. As the whistle blew I looked for my scores, they were 7, 8 and 7.5. I had made it. I'd beaten her. As I walked out of the ring Jackie shouted out to me: "Congratulations Buffy, this mean you get to come again next week" "Thanks," I replied. "I would watch you but I really have to get home, see ya next week I hope." "Ok, bye" I left the centre feeling really good about myself for the first time in ages and walked home in happiness.
A/N: Oh my gosh, I am sooooo sorry. I know it's been a while since my last update but you can blame it on my creative writing teacher. She gives us a tonne of homework and it takes up all my time. Life has been so hectic lately. I'm not really sure if this chapter is much good, but it will do. Thankyou to last chapter's reviewers: Elizance, Kate (spiked666@hotmail.com), Kati, Buffspike, Beth, IceBlueRose, hells-angel01, Michelle Lin and ekmw511. I really appreciate it that you take the time to write a review for me. It means the world!
As I walked through the door to the self-defence centre and looked at all the people, noticing relieved that I knew no-one. Maybe it'll be ok after all. I wandered up to the instructor, and began to explain why I was there.
"No worries just find a space and follow the rest of us" he said interrupting my well planned out spiel.
We started off learning a few basic things to do if someone attacked us and what to do in particular situations.
The instructor, who's name was Ben Cheung said that I showed promise as a fighter and a fair bit of strength. Saying that made me feel special and was probably the main highlight of the class. He suggested I come to some other classes with some experienced people and join in the tournaments.
"What are tournaments?" I asked. I was unsure and didn't like the sound of them.
"Oh, not to worry, they are just friendly games, if you like, against one another. Very harmless and fun, it's just to improve skills. Plus, the winner at the end gets free lessons for a year and a nice trophy"
"Okay, well, what day is it? I might have a look" I asked sort of curious.
"Tuesday nights" Ben said and with that I walked outside to where my mom was parked and waiting.
"How was it, sweetie?" Joyce queried as usual.
"Okay," I mumbled, not wanting to give away how much I did actually like it.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On Thursday I headed off to school once again. I didn't want to go L.A again because it would just remind me of what happened. Mostly I went to class except when I had a really bad class with the most horrible guys that tormented me constantly. It was this morning when I had double science that this was the case. I wasn't sure where to head so I began wandering around looking for a quiet place to sit. Soon I walked by the double swinging doors of the musty, old, Sunnydale High library. It was perfect; I could go in there and sit in the back behind stacks of books without anyone looking at me.
I wandered in through the double doors and just the sight of nothing but musty old books calmed me down. The librarian asked if I needed anything, I told him no, I just wanted to do some research on a project for the class I was in. After that he left me in peace so I headed to the farthermost reach of the library and sat down with a book. The book was a total bore, something about World War 1 so I began to drift off...
*Willow was next to me as we walked through the halls of Sunnydale high. A few girls bowed down to us as we passed while others came up for kisses and hellos. I turned the corner and Angel walked toward us and stopped me for a mind-blowing kiss. He mentioned that he had to go change for football and Will and I found Cordy and headed toward the girls locker rooms to change into those short maroon pleated skirts ready to cheer on the Sunnydale Razorbacks. As we walked through a door at the end of the corridor Willow disappeared and Cordelia started shouting at me to get away from her. "Go away loser, what are you doing next to me? Get back to the metal home" she yelled, and I started running away, towards the opposite door, but Angel came through that door and started chasing me, pulling a pocket knife from his sleeve. Not looking where I was going I ran headfirst into Cordelia and she grabbed me, holding me down. She locked lips with Angel and I felt helpless in her grasp watching them at it right in front of me. As they broke apart Angel raised his knife and slowly ran it gently down my face without drawing blood. "Don't worry, this won't hurt...much" He laughed an then suddenly a bell sounded*
I woke with a start. Sweat was pouring down my face as I thought of the awful dream that had seemed so completely real just a minute ago. The bell had evidently just gone, which had awoken me from the dream. I stood up wiping the dampness from my face and headed to class.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The weekend past really quickly and before she knew it Tuesday had come. Telling mom that I was going out wasn't a problem, she didn't even ask like usual. That's probably because I haven't been out in ages.
I arrived at the centre and Ben recognised me and welcomed me in. He said there were three different types of games to compete in. One was basic wrestling where the winner was the last one standing. Another was on defence, blocking your opponent's moves when they attacked and then trading roles. Three judges watched your moves and decided on a winner. This was safe because you were padded up. The third and last one was really dangerous. It was fighting your opponent with skills learnt in karate. The fight only ended when one of the fighters surrendered or is knocked unconscious. Contestants wore minimal padding. Ben said that only a few people were game enough to try this. Also, he recommended for me the second thing because it specialised in what I was learning.
I headed over to where he pointed. Some other men and women were taking padding from the boxes provided and strapping it on. "You're a new girl ey?" the closest chick asked. "Yep," I answered, "Mind showing me what to do with all this padding?" "Sure," she answered. Shortly afterwards, I was kitted up in all the padding I needed and was waiting in a line for my turn to compete. The name of the girl who talked to me is Jackie. She is a regular at the competitions even though she says she never does really well at them. The two of us chatted for a while but soon enough it was my turn. I stood in the ring and faced my opponent. She looked like a fairly easy person to beat. She was small and weak looking. Though I suppose looks can be deceiving because I also am very small and petite, but that doesn't mean I'm not strong. Anyway, I focused on what was going on around me. The whistle blew. She was defending first so I began throwing a few punches, kicks and a few special things we learned last class. She blocked punches easily but had a little more difficulty when I used kicks and made swipes at her legs. The whistle blew again after about five minutes and judges held up their score out of 10: 6.5, 7 and 6. It was an average score. Not the best but not totally terrible either. Now it's my turn. After another whistle blow the girl waited about thirty seconds before aiming a punch straight at my face. It was an easy punch to see coming, her shoulder gave everything away and so I blocked it easily. Her kicks were also easy to judge because they were kind of slow so none of them got me. In fact, it was only once or twice she got me with a few tricks that were sneaky and I hadn't yet learned in class. As the whistle blew I looked for my scores, they were 7, 8 and 7.5. I had made it. I'd beaten her. As I walked out of the ring Jackie shouted out to me: "Congratulations Buffy, this mean you get to come again next week" "Thanks," I replied. "I would watch you but I really have to get home, see ya next week I hope." "Ok, bye" I left the centre feeling really good about myself for the first time in ages and walked home in happiness.
A/N: Oh my gosh, I am sooooo sorry. I know it's been a while since my last update but you can blame it on my creative writing teacher. She gives us a tonne of homework and it takes up all my time. Life has been so hectic lately. I'm not really sure if this chapter is much good, but it will do. Thankyou to last chapter's reviewers: Elizance, Kate (spiked666@hotmail.com), Kati, Buffspike, Beth, IceBlueRose, hells-angel01, Michelle Lin and ekmw511. I really appreciate it that you take the time to write a review for me. It means the world!