Tuesday
4:25 AM
I set my alarm and woke up around 4:00, I stayed in a little longer than usual, but I had a late night last night, 10:00. Usually it's 9-9:30, I dicipline myself for all of this damn shit.
I put on my sweats and my short red sport top and grabbed my 8oZ boxing gloves and went down to the basement to practise. My dad often approved in me being worked up about it, though he pushed me do do these things.
I worked out for around 3 hours and then had a shower, getting myself ready for school. Usually private schools were longer, and started earlier, but I only need to go to school for 4 hours due to my training sessions and my... 'outstanding grades'-don't get me wrong however, I don't think of myself to be that powerful, I'm not vein and no the world doesn't revolve around me, I just think I have a... Gift if you may..
I was then getting changed in my bedroom after my 40 minute shower and bath, i dried my hair and put on my regular school things, no uniform of course however, so I was simply wearing a long shirt and jeans, I didn't like dressing too girly because that wasn't me... I break my nails everyday and you don't see me crying, although now they're so damn short I can't scratch my opponants eyes out.
I had my clothes layed on my bed as my deodrant was drying, my dad entered
"Morning there, sport. How was your training?"
"Good, thanks dad,and yes I will go to my training tonight no worries"
he showed my a face that said 'I wasn't going to say that'
"...I woke you up again... Didn't I? I'm so sorry"
"It's fine darling, at least I know you're trying hard, this weekend I was thinking 12 hours of training, that okay?"
"Um..."
"If you can handle it that is.."
"I'll be there"
My dad was alot like a coach and manager to me, but he wasn't my real dad.
My real dad died when I was fourteen, and obviously it didn't take long to get over him, but I still miss him. He helped me fight 24/7, he was a real motivator. However he was constantly prone to voilence and drinking, and maybe sometimes drugs. One night he was out after and argument with mum, he was at a nearby pub and a local gang...stabbed him to death and set him on fire. That's why my gymware has always had a little red on it, to remind me that my dad may have died and did do bad things, he was still there for me, and me and him got on better than him and Mum did.
Mum is still alive though, but never can I love her as much as I loved Dad, her husband, Phil is more like a trainer to me, He and mum don't approve of me being desperate for a boyfriend, especially Phil. He always tries to act like a dad, and he never will be. He doesn't want a guy to break my 'pure' heart and risk me going to nationals to be the best in the country, and then I'm moving to the 'real' USA and travelling the world from there, simplified - I am going to be famous for this.
10:00AM
I drove to school, having my bag in the back seat and I ran down the hall to my locker to get all my books I needed out and unnessesary books in. So I really should put all my school books in my locker and fighting mags in my bags for lessons. They said learn about things that are important.
The bell rang and multiple students now joined me in the hall. My friend, Gavin- My only friend inside the school, though I do speak to other people- (Though at this place -for me- there isn't much talking going on) spoke to me about this Lame homework asighnment due in a a couple of days. He was my partner, it was a good thing he's smart too.
