My name is Victoria Royall. It's a "beautiful" name isn't it? It's the sort of name that belongs to a girl who has long, wavy and luscious blonde hair. Pretty, crystal blue eyes that twinkles every blink you take. A slim body, as lean as a stick. And belongs to someone who'd wear little bright dresses, and high heels that click everywhere you go.
The thing is, the name doesn't belong to a girl like that. It belongs to me.
Instead of being a blonde, I'm a brunette. Instead of having beautiful dark blue eyes, I have crazy light blue eyes, that do tend to freak people out. Instead of having the skinny body, I have the muscular one. And instead of wearing short skirts and heavy jewelry, I wear comfortable jeans and sneakers.
I'm a girl who enjoys reading different varieties of books, and does spend time studying at home or the library. I'm a girl who enjoys watching action, sci-fi and geeky movies. I'm a girl who likes being part of sports events and sports teams, like soccer and swimming. You see, to everyone I seem like a pretty ordinary teenage girl.
But boy, is everyone missing a big part of who I am.
"You gotta be quicker!" A loud old voice yells, but not to me. To this big fella in front of me. His eyes are on mine, I can see the frustration in them, hoping for this round to be over. He's breathing heavily, his broad shoulders and chest extending from each quick breath of short air.
The smell of sweat is everywhere, the dampness of my tank top gives a little more weight for me. But doesn't affect the lightness on my toes.
I watch him carefully, waiting for a sign of the next move. Or what I like to call, a warning sign. His facial expression cringes into a growl, he's going to throw a punch. I suck down, and my eyes look up seeing his arm stretched out- he missed and I was right. Time to finish this off. I jump from the ground and knee his face from his chin, and with that he stumbles back, holding his chin.
"Goddammit," the voice on the side grumbles. I step back, and remove my gloves. I grab my water bottle and walk to the man who's currently swearing under his breath as he runs his hand on his chin. "Here," I smile, handing him the water bottle. He looks at me, apparently appalled by what I've done. What did he expect? I just walk away?
"That was a good round," I pat his shoulder, he smiles back painfully. "You're going to need some ice on that," I tell him. He laughs under his breath and shakes his head in disbelief.
"When the boys told me a girl named Victory fights here," he begins, "I didn't expect her to kick ass that bad."
I try hard not to laugh at that.
"You really can fight you know," he grabs an ice pack from our nurse Mrs. Thompson, "who's your trainer?"
Before I can answer a voice behind says grudgingly, "I am."
I sigh and turn around, "hey dad." Dad puts an arm around my shoulder and kisses my forehead. The man in front of me stares with his wide eyes, that are in fact blue, "dad?"
I nod and confirm, "yep, dad."
"Mick, you need to work on being fast, it's not all about the strength of your punches," dad lets go of me and sits beside Mick. Who is dad's new student. I turn around and grab my bags, putting away my water bottle. I hand my gloves onto my nike bag, and jump out of the ring.
"Dad, I'm heading home now, I've got some homework to finish!" I say before moving to the locker room.
"Okay honey, get home safely," he yells from a distance. I whip my body around, "I will!"
See? I'm just a normal sixteen year old girl.
Okay, maybe not so normal after all. But just because I love fighting like this, doesn't make me one of those bad girls who do drugs and smokes cigarettes; and who's in a gang of other drug addicts who carry guns. Sure I fight in some street fights, but of course, I have my dad's permission. He used to be a street fighter, in a gang, with all those bad boys and girls who smokes and carry guns. But his life changed completely when he met Annie Burkley. Also known as my mom.
I fight because I'm a fighter. I fight for what I believe in, and that's me.
My name is Victoria Royall, but in a fighter's world, I'm known as Victory. My best friends, Melina and Paul started the name when they first saw one of my street tournaments. They gave me the name Royal Victory.
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