Nerd Life

[|]Chapter 3[|]

I drowsily sat up on the comforting bench I was placed on. Louie was not in sight at the moment. I sat tight until Louie came back surprised, that I was on my feet again. He was carrying a wet towel to carry me off with, but I was already awake. He gave me a strange look and sighed.

Louie awkwardly told me, "Dude, you were out for thirty minutes! My man, you can't just bail out on me like that. You have to put the "ow" in "pow" man, like, you know what I mean, homie?"

I nodded gently and got ready for round two. When I got back in the ring, Louie finally noticed I had an odd position. He decided to take action and show me all kinds of positions for certain situations. I got in my "macho" stance and clenched my sweaty hands. Louie already had his gloves ready for my "macho" power fist.

I whispered to myself, "May the force be with you, young jedi!"

I just hoped Louie didn't hear me, or else that would have been really awkward. No more postponing my ultimate punch of fury, I went in and punched his glove. He knocked back a few inches, I was actually quite proud of myself.

Louie was so proud of me, he yelled, "Yo man, that is what I am talking about!"

He patted me on the back so hard, my upper body thrusted forward. It was almost closing time, so I thanked him for my first day of training and walked out the clear glass doors. I felt so much relief, I nearly ran into an old lady carrying her groceries. After minutes of walking, I came to my front door and my mom crossed her arms and gave me the "You are dead face."

She literally in my face yelled, "OH MY GOODNESS SON, YOU COULD'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! NEVER GO OUT THIS LATE EVER AGAIN!"

I simply replied, "Ok, I won't have you worrying ever again."

I then continued walking into the house and silently mumbled, "Yeah right."

I noticed that my dad was at "work" selling drugs, he wasn't in his natural habitat, the couch. I then tip-toed past my brother who was talking to his "girlfriend" on Skype. I walked into my room and noticed a cold plate of tacos on my desk. I decided to finish them, I was really empty in the stomach. I slid the plate to the side and decided it was time to play video games with my friend, Thomas. I called him up on Skype and I logged onto my account multiplayer Tetris account.

Thomas laughed and said, "Haha dude, I beat your high score!"

I just said, "Shut up, I beat I can beat you at Virtual Chess without using my queen."

He said, "Oh yeah? Let's go, let's go, man!"

So we both logged out on our accounts and my mom came up into my room to get the plate that I left idling there. She gave me a pissed off look and I thought to myself, "Why do my parents hate me?" I got a bit sidetracked there, I then got focused and moved my pawn and so forth. The chess battle lasted about forty minutes, I had only my queen, which I couldn't use, my one bishop, my king of course, and my one knight. He only had two pawns and at that point in time, he knew he lost. He had forfeited and I laughed in his face harder than you could imagine, he recorded my historical laugh that sounded like a billy goat getting tickled from every single direction. He then had to go and I hung up our call.

After the call ended, I decided I needed more practice boxing. I logged onto my NerdTube account and searched up, "How to be a better boxer." I was lucky enough to find two videos made by eight year old "pro" boxers. I bet they were better than me though, so I decided to watch the first one. I finished the 20 minute video and I felt like a master. I learned how to uppercut, the right cross, the jab, and the "punchy wunchy", a move I made myself. I felt like an absolute professional, even though I got educated by an eight year old sensei. I had baggy eyes, like the plastic grocery bags, so I decided to put on my nerdy Mario pajamas on and slam my face into my pillow. Comfortable in my bed, I hear glass shattering elsewhere.