A True Fighter
Huey was standing outside in front of his house on a perfect Sunday morning. The beads of sweat ran down his cheek as he placed his fist in the air. He was angry. Angry that he lost a fight, angry that he lost in his home turf and he was angry that he lost to a girl. But the girl wasn't really the problem; he just wanted someone to blame his stuff on.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
He gave three quick jabs the oak tree that sat in his yard. His knuckles started to sting with pain but he didn't mind. The green and yellow leaves fell with each of his strikes to the ground. Riley stood behind him and watched,
"You can kick a trees ass but not a girl's!"
Huey looked back for a second then turned his attention back to the tree, giving it a round house kick. He let out a breath then got back into his fighting stance. Riley sighed, it was weird to see his brother like this but then again why did he give a fuck? He walked over to him and leaned against the side of the tree with his arms folded over his white wife beater. Huey stepped back and gave four quick kicks to the tree. Riley looked at him for a minute and said,
"Why you letin this broad get into your brain man?"
Huey kept swing at the tree, "I don't know."
"You know that I ain't with this Dr. Phil bullshit."
"Then don't try."
Riley looked at him for a few more seconds then pushed himself off the tree,
"Oh come on man, I can kick this tree's ass too." Riley pulled up jeans by the legs and got into a fighting stance, "See I'm gonna whip that ass now."
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Riley fell to the ground and rolled around while holding his injured hand. Huey smirked and Riley noticed it,
"That ain't funny nigga!"
Huey just shook his head, "Have fun."
When Huey started walking to the house he could hear Riley growl at him.
"You gay Huey!"
Huey stood in the kitchen with a glass of water. He placed it on the counter and watched the water droplets fall along its side.
"What you doing boy?"
Huey turned around and wrinkled his face in disgust. It was noon and Granddad was still in only a towel. He shivered but shook it off. Granddad walked to the counter beside him and said,
"You ain't gonna kill her are you?"
"No, maybe wound but not kill."
Granddad opened his mouth but closed it, rethinking about what he was going to say but he deiced to change the subject.
"So boy, how was school."
Huey leaned against the counter, "Same ole, same ole. We're support to have a new student tomorrow."
"Really? A boy or a girl?"
"Don't know yet but it seems that who ever it is black."
Granddad gave a confused look, "Why you say that?"
"Because Uncle Ruckus was saying that there was gonna be another porch monkey ridin his bus."
Granddad slapped his forehead and muttered under his breath,
"I'm gonna what to talk to him about that."
Huey shrugged, "It's just how he is."
"But he doesn't have to be an asshole about it." Granddad said while running his hand over his face, "So what you doin today?"
"More training."
"Just don't kill yourself; I'll bury your ass in the backyard if you do."
"I can't promise that Granddad."
That night he had a dream about what happened that day when he fought her.
He stood in the playground of his school with a crumpled piece of paper in hand. The paper read, 'Duel' in Japanese, which definably caught his attention. He looked around and saw no one was here. He gave an angry breathe and began to walk away but then he heard a girl laugh. He turned around to see a girl standing there. Her brownish-black hair was pulled into a pony tail and her goldish brown eyes stared daggers at him. He threw the paper in the air and frowned,
"I don't fight girls."
She cocked her head to the side and smirked, "Then this will be easy for me."
She got into a fighting stance with her hands out as if she going to claw his eyes out. He just stood there and watched her as if she was an idiot. The last thing he wanted was a cat fight with some crazy broad. She bent down then disappeared, his eyes widened as he looked around but then he place his hands of in front of himself. He looked at her and saw that her nails were an inch away from his eyes, when pushed her back she landed on all four and glared at him. He pulled down his shirt and got into a fighting stance,
"Why do you want to fight me?"
"Because of you my father have dishonor."
He stared at her as he tried to think back to all the people he fought and defended but she didn't give him a chance to let him think about as she lunged at him and thrusted her fingers in his left arm. He jumped away before she could do anything else but noticed that she didn't do any damage. There was no pain but no that he thought about it he's whole left arm wasn't working. He looked down at his arm but jumped over the girl as she threw a punch at him.
'Damn it.'
He knew that he got too cocky that he didn't bring a weapon. This was what he gets. She came again but he could dodge in time and she poked six different areas in his leg and watched him fall to the ground. He fell with an ooffa and wince when he landed on his right arm. He looked up at her and frowned. She smiled back at him,
"I'm Amila Jones."
He wrinkled his face in anger, "Why are you telling me this?"
She placed her fingers under her hair and flipping it, "So you know who defended you."
He held his stomach and hissed, tired of her cocky attitude,
"You're going to go down. Just like the others."
"I really doubt that." She hissed at him
She walked over to him and placed her shoe on his face and pressed down hard, laughing as he winced in pain,
"This is the guy who beat my dad? Pathetic."
She took her foot off him and took a step back,
"Night Huey Freeman."
With that she kicked him in the face.
"BOY WAKE UP!"
Huey jumped out of his bed and looked around for any dangers but all he saw was Granddad standing by the doorway,
"Time for school."
Huey let out a huff as he walked toward the door and passed Granddad. Revenge had been on his mind all night but right now all he had on his mind was that he needed to pee.
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