Ch 8- Second Day

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I got up early the next day. Today We had training from 10-12 then we have the tournament at 3. So me and the guys are going out durning lunch and after the tournament Jack and I will spend the rest of the day together. I grabbed a wasbie duffalbag and put in; makeup, jewely, a shirt with pink flowers all over, a pair of shorts, and a purple dress with zebra print at the bottom. I put on my jersy and black belt, put my hair in a bun, and headed to Jerrys room where everyone is meeting. I decide I will walk with jack so I stop at his room. His door is already open so I start to walk in when I see the back of a blonde girls head. Kim. I told myself. What is she doing here? I stand just out of sight and try to find out what's going on.
" Come on, Jack. Open your eyes."
" Kim, I don't care what you have to say. Now I will tell you one more time. Get out."
" You'll be sorry Jack Bruwer." I watch as she stomps out. Then she sees me.
" I know who you are and you won't win this." Then she leaves. I walk in.
" What was that about?" I sit next to him on his bed. He also has his jersy and black belt on.
" Nothing."
" Tell me."
" Kim says I have no clue who you really are and shouldn't trust you."
" Your not going to listen right?"
" Of course not."
" Good. Let's go. The rest are waiting." We walked down the hall to jerry's room. When we got there everyone was already there and ready.
" Hey guys." I said sitting by milton on the couch.
" What's up?" Jerry asked.
" Nothing." Jack said.
" We should go train now." Rudy said. We packed up and head to the dojo. We walked in and went to our section. Jerry and milton went to talk to some of the other girls. Rudy, jack, and I started training.
" Ok kate. Spin kick and brake this board." I did a spin kick and broke the board in half.
" Hey. I'm going to go get a drink of water." I walked away and turned down a hall where the cafateria was. No one was in the hall. Than I felt something grab me. I tried to get away but it failed. The person's hand stopped me from screaming. It dragged me all the way to the parking lot right outside the the cafateria door. Than it finally let me go so who I saw was.....

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