ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ? | Hawk/ Eli Moskowitz | SLOW UPDATES

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A FUCKING KARATE DOJO. That's right, karate. It sounded familiar, but I just couldn't remember from what.

Cobra Kai is a dojo infested with all valley students, and apparently very good ones.

I was almost to stunned to speak when I found out this information last night. This is what was causing a raging feud between everyone at school?.

The same snake was all over their online website and Instagram page. All valley is infested with students who train at this dojo.

But why?.

Sure I can understand liking a sport or activity doing it in your free time, but these students are giving it their all.

They live off of this war they have, and at the time I didn't notice it, but I can't help but feel the tense environment around me.

Even outside of school.

It feels like a war zone, not to mention one slowly being brought to flames.

The constant yelling across the classroom, the deadly looks they give one another. People fighting their way on the popularity ladder in hopes to be the best of them all.

It was funny to me they thought popularity was going to get them somewhere. If anything it's what was going to drag them down, one by one.

The populars are mad that Cobra Kai stole their turf, the nerds are either joining them or completely against the whole "violence" thing.

And Sam, well she is their main target.

This is too much drama for me.
It's only been a week.

I look down at my shoes, walking further and further down the side walk with my dog.

Blue is the only good thing my family has ever been able to keep. No matter the move, the place, how far it was, blue always came along.

I like to believe I'm his favourite, but then again he's just a dog. He's excited to see anyone he's familiar with.

"C'mon lets head back now." I tug lightly on the leash, blue understanding it's time to go home.

A rattle in the bush is heard to my left. Just as I feel a harsh tug on the leash, the heavy weight in my hand slowly drops to the ground. The strap rips and lets blue go as he begins to chase after the running squirrel, crossing the street to the other side.

"Blue!" I shout, I begin to run after him, turning the corner and continuing to run down the cement path.

I see him heading towards another corner, making a turn to his left.

Fuck.

I continue chasing after him, running while making sure my eyes never leave the dog multiple feet away from me.

I see blue turn again, as I begin to regain my speed and try to close the proximity between us.

A car passes infront of me, cutting my eyes from where blue once was.

Oh no.

I begin to hurry over toward where I last seen him, searching every place and every street I pass.

I finally reach an apartment building only to see blue happily staring at me with his tongue out.

I let out a sigh of relief, jogging towards him and strapping on the extra leash I had in my pocket.