I thank you guys soooo much for all the reviews. You have no idea how surprised I was when I saw I had 3o emails in my mailbox. I didn't think this story was this popular, I just wrote it when I was bored in class and didn't want to pay attention
Once I pull into my driveway I cut the motor and get off my bike. I grab my stuff from the little compartment and walk inside. I live alone, because my mom left me for a 21 year old when she is 34 and dad left when I was 4.
I shut the door behind me as I walk to the dining room to do my homework.
2 hours later
I finished my homework, so I make myself a TV dinner, spaghetti and meat balls , and eat then I head to the basement, walking over to my iPod dock, I press play because I don't feel like picking a song and wasting valuable time.
I walked into the middle of the room and sat on the floor, leaning forward I grabbed my feet, my nose easily touching my knees. Yeah I'm that flexible. I sit back up and go into a straggle stretch, going basically into a perfect middle split. Leaning forward and towards each of my feet, I do all the basic stretches then stand up. Walking over to my gloves (like the ones they wear in the Shelby Marks episode on iCarly.) I stretch my arms.
I strap on my gloves, and walk over to the punching back, throwing my right hook, left hook, jab combo a few times and I continued that for an hour until the alarm on my phone goes off telling me that it is 10 o'clock. I turn off the music and pick up my black gloves and taking off my pink ones. I walk up to my room, and take a shower. Once I was down, I do to get dressed putting on a black halter sports bra, black tank-top, black yoga-legging-pant-things, and black converse. While I was going to get my black zip up I got a text from Eddie:
From: Eddie
To: Kim
Kim,
You're fighting at 12:30
-E
To: Eddie
From: Kim
-E
1.) What's with the initial
2.) Alright I'll be there
-K :P
I send the message then jog down the stairs, a small bag in hand containing my mouth guard, black gloves, and phone. I grab my black zip up hoodie from the banister on the way out the door. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I pulled on my hoodie and jogged to club.
At the Club:
Walking around the back and down the stairs, I expected to see a line, but there wasn't one. The only person that was right out side the door was the bouncer who asked my name, and I removed my hood for a second to get a good look at the guy.
"Hey Jerry," I said with a smile.
"Hey Kim," Jerry seemed a little shocked but quickly recovered, "what you did at school today was totally swag yo!"
"Thanks Jerry," I laughed.
"So are you fighting tonight?" He asked me, there wasn't a line and I was early anyways.
"I don't know, I hit the punching bag the wrong way earlier while I was working out, and my hand hurts."
"Well I think you should."
"Well I'll need my hat if I'm going to fight. Do you have it?" I put my hand out expectantly.
He pulled a worn out baseball cap form his back pocket, he shook it out, and fixed the rim. "Here you go," he handed me the hat. I put the brim of it between my teeth as I twit my hair to put under the hat. "Remember, I'll be betting on you, and I there is always a lot of money riding on you, so. Don't . Lose." He punctuated the last two words.
"Do I ever?" I asked raising an eyebrow as I but the hat on, flipping my hood over my hat I asked, :Are you fighting tonight?"
"Nah, My shoulder is still sore from last time.'
"Ah, well that sucks," my shoulders slump in a mock pout, then I check my watch. It read 12:15 (yes at night) and my match is at 12:30, if the games were on time. "So can I go in now?' I ask pointing at the door.
"Oh yeah," Jerry gave a little start. Then he unclipped the rope and I approached the door.
Just standing out side of the think steal door, you could hear muffled yells of males cheering on the fight in the ring. I wonder who is fighting now? I wonder how old they are. I here the bell from signaling that the match has ended, signaling who ever won is now my competitor, and that is when I reach for the door handle.