My dad sat me down and spent about ten minutes lecturing me about the all terrible things he had to do when he was in the air force, far from me and my mother, how many times he thought he would never see us again, and I decided to leave him for a bunch of drunk idiots; I had already told him about ten times how sorry I was, (although we both knew that things might have nothing to do with it), but, judging by how calm I was, I don't blame him for thinking I had smoked some weed.

-You took a big risk, young lady-.

-Dad, I know that part about running away without your permission was very bad, and i'm so sorry (for like the twelfth time tonight) but it was the only way to make peace with Aisha-.

-Yeah, right, and tell me, you and Aisha couldn't do it in any other safe place, without alcohol involved?-.

-I doubt it, besides, I'm telling you that I didn't drink a single drop of alcohol-.

-And was Aisha sober too?-. I didn't respond and that was enough for him.

-I don't believe you, I can't believe you now-. He said, shaking his head.

-You have to believe me, I swear, I didn't break any of my promises I made you-.

-Yeah? what promises?-.

-I don't drink or consume anything else apart from some sodas that Demetri offered me-. As I said Demetri's name, I could see his expression relax a little (I obviously left out that part about Miguel drinking like... I think, a six beers by himself);

-I was not punished, and I didn't steal anything-.

-What can you tell me about the van?-.

-You have always told me that the van was mine, and it is intact, you can check it if you want, I didn't do any damage to it (not like the other "plastic flowers"), the only charge I will accept will be the escape charge-. He looked at me surprised, and even I was surprised of myself, I had never spoken with such maturity in my entire life, but after what happened that night in that canyon, any punishment was worth it.

-But, I still don't understand why you are so... relaxed-.

-Something incredible happened tonight-. I said laughing.

-Please, tell me it wasn't a fight like the one what happened in the cafeteria the other day-.

-Well...-.

-Was it?-

-I'll guess you'll find out when...-. suddenly, our phones vibrated at the same time. He was the first to see what it was about, and I could hear the Aisha's "No mercy, bitch!" and Yasmine's screams from the other side of the kitchen.

-Oh, my...-. he looked at me, I just shrugged my shoulders. Although, at first he smiled a little, he immediately put down his phone and started ranting once again:

-This is terrible, those Cobra Kai' idiots have poisoned almost all the kids at school-. That was undeniable.

-I'm not saying that's not true, but... she deserved it-. I said almost whispering. Dad gave me another of his warning looks, but this time I had some good arguments:

-What? Are you going to tell me that's not the case here?-.

-Maybe, but...-.

-That there wasn't anyone you hated who deserved a good kick in the ass?-.

-Well, yes, but, at that moment, I didn't have to do anything-. He said, a little embarrassed.

-Well, me neither this time, sir-. I said leaving, maybe I shouldn't have spoken to my father that way, but I was proud of my arguments.

-Not so fast, babe-. He stretched out his hand for me to give him all my things, I had to give him my keys and my phone, but I didn't care that much anymore, I knew that Yasmine wouldn't make memes about anyone else for a while, and I still had my computer to research about that Larusso boy and my dystopian books.

When I got to my room, Jackie was resting on my bed, with his spitball on my pillow, he barked at me as if saying "I told you".

-I know, I know, and I'm sorry (and this was the thirteenth time)-. I said scratching his head.

Apparently, that piece of old newspaper was completely discarded, I only had to try with my second best friend, the internet; The first one was still at my house in Boston, Louisa, I knew that she would help me with everything I needed, if she could;

she started talking to me about that Larusso boy just before coming to California, she knew what would help me later after I told her what I really wanted: to learn new defense techniques, and since Mom and Dad were too busy planning the trip and moving, she told me about this boy who had been a great friend of my parents and who had last seen him when Mr. Miyagi passed away, and now that Sensei Lawrence and his recruits were dominating everyone in the Valley, I knew he would help me if I ran into one of those idiots, and if what Robby told me about him teaching was true, maybe he could teach me something, or even Sam would also know something she could teach me, and I would teach her mine as a thank you, I also needed to make peace with her.

On the Internet, I found some articles from a couple of karate tournaments in that area won by that guy more than thirty years ago, I also took the opportunity to "stalk" Sam's social media, just a little, to see if she had any photos of her with her father, but the only thing I could find were photos of her with the other "plastic flowers" and some with Miguel (I assumed she had deleted all the photos she had with Kyler). When, suddenly, my father arrived, and I slammed the computer shut, he couldn't find out, after my escapade last night, I knew he would become even more overprotective.

-What part of punished did you not understand?-.

-What? I use it to talk to my mom, or you are also going to forbid me from talking to my mother?-.

-Oh, dear, I already talked to your mother, and I think she's not very happy with what you did-.

-Oh, dad, am I not punished enough yet for you?-.

-Not yet, honey, but maybe soon you will be-.

-What do you mean?-. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

-Why don't you open the door?-.

I was suspecting it was part of my punishment, and it was.

-Demetri?-.

-Ann?-.

-What are you doing here?-.

-I was going to ask you the same question-.

My father appeared right behind me:

-Ah, Demetri, I'm glad you were able to find my address, I was worried that you would get lost along the way-.

-I guess so, Professor Mack-.

-I see you already know my daughter, Ann-.

-Your daughter?-.

-Dad, what...?-.

-Don't be rude to our visitor, please, come in, Demetri-. I stayed at the door waiting for "the visitor" to come inside.

-I asked Demetri to come help me with some things on my computer and I have heard that he is very good with programming-.

-Well, I don't like to brag-. Demetri responded with that air of pride that I had seen before.

-Come on, my computer is here-.

When we were alone at the entrance, he whispered to me:

-Thank God, I thought he was your sugar daddy or something-.

-My what...?-.