Is It Fighting Routines Or Flurting Routines?

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                        [VIOLENCE]
   I swing my arm towards Micheals face, he lifts his arm up to block me and grabs my arm and throws me to the floor. Ouch.

   Me and Micheal are practicing our fighting skills. It was my idea to start practicing. It turned out to be a Friday thing so we do that every Friday is you didn't already know.

   I stay on the ground where I am and swing my foot out against the floor at Micheal's leg and he falls on top of me. Dang he is heavy. I am waiting for him to get off but he doesn't. He stares into my eyes like he is trying to find my soul and take it. Lucky I don't have one.

   "You're beautiful." Micheal says to me. I lift my arm off the ground and pat his head. "Rule 53, don't get distracted." I pulled his hair up and yanked him off of me and I got up. His hair is really soft. "What did you do that for?" Micheal said. He pouted and then laughed. He never actually gets sad around me. I wonder why.

   "I don't know." I said to Micheal. He shrugged and then ran towards me. Oh no. Micheal slid down like he was on a water slide and went right under my feet. I turned around quickly. I couldn't see him. It is because he jumped over me somehow. He is fast. Damn. He took a swing at my stomach and hit me right by my kidneys. I groaned. That hurt.

   If you knew me you would know I would never get pass someone without having revenge, so, I ran behind Micheal and tried to jump on his back so he would fall. Instead, he just stood there. "Aww, you want to have a little piggy back ride?" Micheal said while laughing. "Your annoying sometimes." I said while jumping off his back.

   "You look cute though." I blushed but I turned around to hide it. "I think we did enough fighting for today. Next Friday we should practice at a park or something. Just not this gym. Its kind of boring when we do our fighting routines here."

   The gym is so plain and the floor is slippery and hard all the time. Slippery enough to loose your balance while just slightly running. "Okay, sounds good." Micheal said in agreement. We grabbed our things and Micheal heads out of the gym. Before I make it to the doorway, I flip off the gym as a way of saying goodbye. I hate this fucking place.

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