Andrea's POV:
I'm sick of this. Just why? Why are they doing this too me? I didn't do shit, okay. I was just born. It's not my fault that two teens wanted to have some spice in their relationship. And little me was the outcome. I'm 17 now, soon 18 years old.
Almost 18 years have I been living with them. And in about six months I'm free. I can move out with the money I have saved from my secret little hobby or job if you wanna call it that. I haven't been able to move out sooner because I'm not an legally adult yet.
I have a little brother. He is three years old and his name is Oliver but I call him my little olive. Why? Well his eyes are really green. I'm planning to adopt him but at the right time.
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Third person's POV:
Andrea is standing in the ring and observing her opponent. He's huge, about 6'3 but she sees bruises on his left side off his ribs. His right leg is weaker too. And five seconds was all it took for Andrea too figure him out.
She hears the crowd cheering and calling her name. Some are doubting her because of the height difference, but Andrea stands her 5'6 proud.
She hears the bell ring and now it's time for some fun. Her opponent has a wicked grin on his face, thinking he's so much better than this girl. He runs right at her and tries to punch her in her face.
She sees him coming so she ducks and sidesteps him to the left. She does a right hook in his ribs. He yells out a loud noise, sounding like a grunt and whimper mixed together.
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My Fight
ActionAndrea is a 17 old girl, living with abusive parents and a little brother. She has a secret job/hobby that only few people now about. She is kinda bad ass. There's secrets that's been kept for years. But what secret is Andrea keeping? Why was she g...
