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Selena happens to have moved for the 3rd time this year. This time, to a cold place in Maine, called Caribou. She encouters Demi. A strictly raised girl with a passion for kickboxing. Demi lugs Selena along into the boxing ring...
I woke up on my mattress. The moving van was one day too late. My new room was filled with boxes and clothes. It wasn't big; even worse, it was one of the smallest rooms I've ever had. I stared at the ceiling and a smile appeared on my face when I remembered what I was going to do today: The kickboxing try-outs. I opened my laptop and searched for the time they were going to start. Shit! I was already late! I ran downstairs and quickly grabbed my sport-clothes and jacket. I grabbed my motorcycle, my beautiful 250cc BMW R27. I once bought it and fixed it myself. I was pretty proud of the old baby. I quickly raced to the Aroostook Fitness Center. Many cars were parked there. I took off my helmet and ran inside. I got stopped by the receptionist. "Hi, dear. Did you want to join the try-outs?" An old lady asked. I nodded with a smile. "Well, that will be four and a half dollars please." She opened the cash desk and I grasped for my wallet. I opened it, it was empty. Shit. "I uhm, forgot my money... Can I maybe pay back later?" I shyly scratched my cheek. "Sorry honey, but without money, you cannot participate." I wanted to disappointedly walk away. But two hands on my shoulders stopped me.
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"This one is on the house, Helga." I turned around and saw Demi. She wore a sport-shirt that ended above her belly button and a sport short. Her hair was tied up and she already wore small aerobic boxing gloves. You know, the ones whereby your fingers are still visible. She smiled brightly at me.
"I invited her yesterday and she didn't have time to go to an atm." She confidently said. "Well, only because you finally brought a friend, Demi." Helga smiled. I signed up.
Demi led me to the ring. She was barefoot. One person was waiting to start kickboxing. He spilled water over his face and tied his gloves tighter. People stood around the ring, chatting with each other. "We will start in 2 minutes. So please hurry up, I don't want you to miss it." Demi said while pulling her ponytail straight. I looked back at the man who was preparing to fight while Demi followed me to the dressing room. "With whom will he fight?" I asked.
Demi smiled widely. "Me!" She closed the door. Wait, what!? Demi was going to fight that muscled guy!? I quickly dressed and ran to the ring. Demi stood at the edge of it, preparing to fight. With a mouthpiece between her jaws, she stretched her neck to different positions and jumped up and down. One of her boxing friends helped her with her gloves while the other guy stood ready to step forward.
"Okay, everybody! My name is Coach Springtown. To introduce our team, we will begin with a fight between one of my greatest members. Then we will start with the real try-outs! Please welcome, Timothy and Demi!" The trainer clapped while walking to the edge of the ring. People cheered and I clapped along. The lights went off, except for the one shining on the ring. Timothy and Demi stepped towards each other and gave a hand to their opponent. Demi looked around the ring and winked at me. The coach whistled his whistle and the two started jumping back and forth while holding their hands up. Just like how Demi started before she threw me on the mat during PE. Timothy challenged Demi by kicking her legs softly. Demi held her hands to her face and Timothy started giving her small punches. She didn't get hit because she defended herself. Demi started kicking too. The guy punched her in the face, but she quickly looked back and started kicking even more. She punched in his face this time. They varied between kicks and punches for a moment until they almost hugged each other. The coach took them apart for a second and they started again.
