Girls Can Be Ass-kickers Too

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Girls Can Be Ass-kickers Too!

Prologue

My whole life came crashing down, and, all because of a single poster. My family could’ve gotten banished, if it wasn’t for me. I did what my gut told me to do, and risked my butt (and my mom’s and siblings), for it. I just want the whole world to know that girls aren’t any weaker than boys. I want the world to know what I did was for our own good.

Everyone thought I was telling lies. But, I don’t tell lies. Well, that time was an exception. You should know that GIRLS CAN BE ASS-KICKERS TOO! Now, this is how my adventure began…

Chapter 1

“YOU’RE GONNA DIE!!” yelled Nicki’s crazy best friend, Alex, running towards her with his leg poised to deliver a kick. “Haaa!”

She simply sidestepped for the 50th time that day and he crashed straight into the wall behind her, for the 50th time that day. Nicki rolled her eyes and helped him get up. “You know, if you want to become a black belt, you should really stop making the same mistake 50 times in a row.”

“I don’t try to,” he pouted at her, giving her wide, innocent blue eyes. She raised an eyebrow at him and tied up her dark brown, straight hair. She returned the favour and gave him her wide grey eyes. Then, Nicki pinched his cheek. “Sometimes, I wonder if you are actually 2, instead of 20.” She sighed.

“Well, you love me for that.” He winked at her.

“Come on, Alex,” Nicki grabbed his arm. “We gotta go back home. It’s already 5.”

They walked out of the karate training room, laughing and having a joke competition. One person starts telling a joke to the other person, and the other person had to answer correctly and tell another joke, without any sign of hesitation. The first one to hesitate; loses. When Nicki was supposed to tell a joke, something white caught her eye, which made her stop in her tracks. “Haha! I won!” shouted Alex.

“No, I didn’t stop because of that; I stopped because of that tree.” Nicki gestured to a big oak tree. They both went over to that tree and read the poster which had been nailed onto it. It read:

COMPULSORY!!

One male (16+), from each family MUST come to train to become a soldier.

Failure to bring in a male (16+) equals banishment for not being patriotic.

The chosen family member must come to the army headquarters at noon sharp on 31st January 2012.

SIGNED, THE HEAD OF THE ARMY 

“Well, luckily Alec is older than me. I don’t particularly want to go through that boring training.” Alex faked a yawn. He glanced at her, waiting for her to say something. But, no words came out of her open mouth as she just stared blankly at the poster. “Hello? Earth to Nicki!” Alex waved a hand in front of her face.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” she exclaimed. “WE DON’T EVEN HAVE A WAR. WHY ON EARTH DO THEY WANT MORE SOLDIERS??”

“What’s wrong?” Alex inquired, holding his ear dramatically. “You have a brother, don’t you?”

“YOU IDIOT!! HE’S EIGHT YEARS OLD!!” Nicki snapped. “AND MY DAD IS DEAD, AND SO IS…Natalie.” Her voice softened slightly. Natalie was her 14 year old sister who had just passed away from a brain tumour, one day after her 14th birthday this year. Nicki had loved Natalie (Natalie had also loved Nicki) and Natalie was her favourite sister, and would always be. Even now.