True Resolve

Volume I : Cause

Choice. In every waking moment of our lives we're faced with choices and constant decision making, even when we think we aren't. These decisions make impacts on the direction of our tales, as severe as deciding to try heroine or as minute as falling asleep in your Algebra class...

Our protagonist Sam would find out just how much of his life would be impacted by that nap he took in his Algebra class.

"MR. DILLINGER!!" A familiar voice rang through my ears as I got startled awake. My view of the board I was pretending to pay attention to a couple minutes ago was blocked by a plaid dress, one which you could easily confuse for a curtain. That sense of fashion could belong to the troll of a teacher that was teaching this class, Ms. Hawking.

"Do you even care for your future, why do you bother coming if you're going to fall asleep in each class I teach?" She bickered on in a nearly shouting tone. I've heard this speech so many times I could say it with her, the thought of doing it crossed my mind but I knew she'd completely lose it if she hadn't already.

"Can you really blame the guy for falling asleep in your class?" Said an all too familiar voice. Marty McVaughn, my best friend since diapers. I would do unbelievable things for the sake of this man.

The class roared up in laughter and Marty couldn't help but slick back his messy black hair as some sort of gratification. I never really understood what he got out of making the class laugh when he cracked those jokes.

"I'VE HAD IT WITH BOTH OF YOU IDIOTS, GO TO THE PRINCIPAL BEFORE I DO SOMETHING UNTOWARD!" She yelled again. With absolutely no protest I picked up my empty bag and headed outside to wait for Marty.

I've had the bag since 5th Grade, it was a Gold Fist Stavaras bag. When they finally got the ability to record stands in real time, best believe people capitalized on it. That someone being Stavaras, their fights were like the UFC for strictly stand users and their shows sold like hot cakes because there's nothing more thrilling than seeing the clash of two spirits like that, They had so many stars like Zefron Edge, his stand could slow people down or legends like Ivy Mike, who could flash bright fists at whoever he fought. My favorite was always Gold Fist, he just turned people's limbs to gold and it made it harder to fight. I'd always looked up to these fighters, wishing I could be one of them...

Marty swung the door open and close and sighed. "See what playing games til' 4 in the morning does to ya?" I laughed because I found it ironic how we were both up playing but I only dozed off. "Well newsflash, it was your idea genius." I rebutted, playfully punching him.

"Alright man whatever, let's blow before Ursula eats us or something" Marty said. I laughed at the accurate comparison and threw an arm over Marty's shoulder as we walked to the principal's office for the uhh... I lost count of how many times we've seen the principal just that month.

We walked on, slowly at that, debating about Stavaras fights like we usually do. As much as we both love the fights we always end up bickering about who's the best. Marty swears up and down that his favourite fighter, Jack Ridge would absolutely rock Gold Fist purely because he can reverse time a couple seconds.

"You gotta understand man, what the hell would Gold Fist do if he turned Jack to gold, just for Jack to reverse time and dog on him?" argued Marty.

"That's bullshit man, that shit would be like a paradox or something, he'd rewind time each time just to get turned to gold. You're huffing copium at this point." I rebutted. We hardly ever argued about Gold Fist and Jack Ridge because we knew how the other felt about our star. We kept at it though until we were a corner away from the principal's office. Until we bumped into that asshole Douglas and his supposed side piece Dana.