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Chapter 15:
Third Person
Location: Karate School just outside of Corwith, Rhode Island
"And here is the last fight of the day, ladies and gentleman. Isabelle Richard from Young Village, Wyoming versus Alexandra Peterson from Happy Harbor," the announcer said, as Alex in a white karate uniform and another girl in a black karate uniform walked onto the mat.
Isabelle was a tall, slender girl. She was three or four inches taller than Alex, but she looking to be the same weight. She was tan-skinned and had eyes the color of emeralds and just a cold as them. He was full of curls even in the ponytail and a dark brown, almost black.
"Fight hard. Fight clean," the referee said, as the two girls walked toward the center.
"Begin," the referee said, and the girls circled each other.
It was only a few seconds before of them attacked, taking the offensive roll. Isabelle lunged toward Alex with a series of punches and kicks, with Alex blocking and waiting. She was waiting for a opening, while Isabella was going for a fast take-down which became her mistake. Alex grabbed her arm on on of her punches and twisted her around. Isabella tried to counter but Alex let her go and kicked her leg out, swiping Isabella's legs out from under her. The fall knocked the wind out of Isabella and by the time she was about to get up, the fight was over. The referee had ending it.
"The winner is Miss Alexandra Peterson," the announcer said, and the crowd cheered.
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"Good fight," Alex said to Isabelle in the locker room. Isabella had changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a black and red tank top. She'd also let down her hair and was wearing a pair of black heeled boots.
"No, it wasn't" Isabelle said, slinging her gym bag over her shoulder and walking toward the door. As she passed by Alex, she bumped into her shoulder, pushing her away.
"You gave a good fight," Alex said, as Isabelle walked away, "Just because you didn't win, doesn't mean you did a bad job."
Isabelle stopped at the door, a smirk working its way onto her face. She dropped her back and turned back to face Alex.
"No this means that if I ever fight you again, you're going down," Isabelle said, getting right into Alex's face, "And you're going down hard."
Isabelle gave Alex one small smile and turned away, grabbing her bag, and walking out the door of the locker room.
Alex went outside the locker room and found her parents waiting for her.
"There's our champion," Martha, Alex's mom, said, pulling Alex into her a hug.
"We're so proud of you, Buttercup," Emmett, Alex's dad, said, kissing the top of Alex's head.
"Dad," Alex said, blushing and walking out the door.
"Congrats, Sis," Nicole said, holding Alex's jacket out to her.
"Thanks," Alex said, looking around.
"Looking for me," a voice said from behind them.
"Conner," Alex said, turning around and jumping into Conner's arms. He was dress in a blue polo and dark denim jeans, which just set his blonde hair and green eyes off.
"Congrats," Conner said, hugging her and holding her off the ground.
"Thanks," Alex said, when he pull he back on the ground.
"Are you kids going to mean us at the diner," Martha said, smiling at the two teens.
"Actually, the guys just called and asked if me, Alex, and Nicole could meet then at the pizza parlor," Conner said.
"I'll call Dyson and have him pick me up," Nicole said, pulling out her phone.
"You can go, but I want you home to dinner," Emmett said, "We have some celebrating to do."
"Of course, Dad," Alex said.
"Have her home by seven," Emmett said, glaring at Conner.
"Yes, Sir," Conner said, nodding.
"Come on, Conner," Alex said, pulling Conner towards Sphere, "Let's leave before he tries to castrate you."
"Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad," Alex said, as she climbs onto Sphere after Conner.
"Bye, Angel," Emmett said, as the two drove off.
"They are such a cute little couple," Martha said, as her and Emmett walked down the sidewalk toward their car.
"He is an odd boy," Emmett said, "Who dyes their hair and wears color contacts?"
"It's a trend, honey," Martha said.
"It's weird," Emmett mumbled.
"Said the man that had a mullet, wore a yellow leather jacket, and had a car that was older that his father," Martha laughed.
"It got you attention," Emmett said, as they reached the car.
"Yeah," Martha said and laughed, as Emmett opened her door, "All I could think was, 'Who is that fly hunk in the tore-up yellow Chevy?'."
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