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Estella grumbled and complained as Miguel dragged her towards the rest of the students. Her eyes rolled at the sight of Johnny standing on top of his van.
"You've trained hard. You've gotten stronger, tougher, faster. You've done your best. You're ready for this tournament, am I right?" Johnny surveyed each of them as he spoke.
"Yes, Sensei!" Estella was the only one who hadn't yelled out a reply.
"Wrong!" Johnny glared at all of them as he chucked his beer at them, wetting Estella's shoes.
"My shoes, dipshit!" Estella shouted at Johnny.
"Aren't you like, super rich?" One of the kids to her left had asked the question, and Miguel resisted the urge to wince at his stupidity.
"Yeah, and I don't need to be rich to tell you that shirt is ugly," she sassed.
"Enough chit‐chatting! Your best ain't shit! If you want to win the All Valley under 18 Karate Tournament, you gotta give me better than your best." Johnny pointed at them as he paced on the roof of the van.
"Which is why, from now on, you're gonna get my worst. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sensei." Estella groaned at the noise. It was way too early to be that loud.
"Are you losers?" Johnny questioned.
"No, Sensei!"
"Are you nerds?"
"No, Sensei!"
"Are you sure?"
"No, Sensei!" Everyone replied stupidly. Estella burst into laughter at their idiocy as Johnny sighed in exasperation.
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