Warrior

1: Training Day

"Come on Alex! You've got to try harder than that if you want to beat James!" Papa yelled from across the field.

He was right of course. This was the first time that I was actually winning against James in a fist fight. Normally my brother would just wait for me to make the first move and then he would flip me and then I would be doomed. But this time I let him hit first. Now we were on the ground and I had my face in the dirt and both my hands pulled behind my back. James had one foot on my back and had both of my hands in his. From an outsiders eye, it looked like an older boy was attacking a poor little girl and she was close to her death bed, but in my family this was a normal everyday activity of Alex vs. her older brother James.

"You give up yet Pip?" My brother said with a grin.

"Not a chance, James!" I said while spitting out dirt from my face.

Pip was a nickname I gained from when I was little. Only James called me Pip, ever since I could remember. I think it was because I was always so small compared to the rest of my siblings. But for whatever reason the name stuck, and now every time we were fighting each other, James always made sure to ask that annoying question and use that cute little nickname, Pip.

"Alex! What are you doing? Flip him!" Papa yelled again.

"I don't think she can Papa! " Dan said, standing right next Papa.

That got me irritated. Whenever someone said I couldn't do something, I would immediately make it my mission in life to prove them wrong. So of course without even thinking, I twisted my legs against James other leg and flipped him. I rolled over and sat on top of him and pinned him to the ground and held him there. James seemed winded from the flip and actually started laughing once he saw me grinning from where I sat. 

I counted down three and then got up and looked right at Dan from across the field.

"Sorry Dan what was that you said?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

Papa walked over laughing his head off and patted me on the shoulder while Dan walked over slowly and spitting his tongue out at me.

"Well you sure proved me wrong Pip!" James commented as he got up from the ground. I turned  to look down at my recently defeated brother and then back over to Dan who was still taking his sweet time to cross the field over to us. 

"What do you mean?" I asked, "I thought I proved Dan wrong, not you."

"Ha! He wishes!" Taunted Dan as he walking closer to us. "You owe me 5 dollars little brother," Dan reminded the younger boy as he looking down on James.

The two looked a lot alike for brothers. They both had dark hair with bright Blue eyes, that some people thought were grey. They also were very close in height but Dan was still taller than James by a few inches. Dan was 21 and James had just turned 18 a few days ago. Than there was me. The odd one out. Unlike my brothers I had blonde hair that my father would sometimes joke about calling it golden hair. When I was little I actually believed him and would walk around town waving around my golden hair like it was some sort of treasure. Of course my brothers  make sure to never make me forget those days for even now they would sometimes walk around me pretending they were me at age 5 and would pretend to curl their hair. Some times James would go as far as to prance around the walk as he annoyed me. Stupid brother.

If I wasn't always so angry at them when they pretending to be mini me, I would have laughed along side them. Both brothers made excellent girly girls at times. 

The only physical trait that I seemed to have inherited were my blue eyes. They are the same bright Blue/grey color as my brothers but apart from that, I was nothing like them.