Chapter 3 My average day

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When I got home I was a little scared because I was thinking of that guy. I smiled for a second, knowing my dad would've beat the hell outta him. I put on the watch he gave me when I was little, making me sad. I picked up my phone and texted my girlfriend, Haley. Hey babe. Three minutes later my phone vibrated. Hey. I tell her about that guy at town. Lol wow babe, ya ok? I'm fine, confused about it though. We talk for a little while more then she said she had to go and she loved me, to which I replied back that I loved her more, always aggravating her. I smiled. I got up and went to the living room. "Hey Kaleb can you get the garbage honey?" My mom asked. "Yea I got it" I said, reaching for the big bag of trash. I brought it outside and put it in the bin, thinking about that note that guy sent me. Should I go meet him? I'll just know when it's time. I turned around and instantly got punched in the face. Michael, the local neighborhood bully, was standing above me. "What do you want Michael" I asked, not in the mood to fight. "I want you to shut up" he said punching me again. I got up, my dad taught me how to take a punch and I've been taking boxing classes for five years so it didn't feel like he punched me hard, even though he busted my lip and nose. "I don't want to fight Michael" I said, giving him his last warning. "What are you talking about? It wouldn't be a fight if I let you hit me three times" he said laughing, his buddies laughing with him. "I'd only need one punch asshole" I said clenching my teeth. "Alright, I'll let you hit me one time, then I'll just bust your ass, deal?" He said acting all big and bad. He actually was kinda tall and pretty buff, being the quarterback and all. "Deal" I said, and with that, I knocked his ass out with one punch. "Oh shit!" Jamie, Michael's little back-up said. "Yea, we're gone, sorry Kaleb" him and Trevor, the other one said at the same time. I walked up to them and grabbed them both by there shirts, saying "If you two ever try that again, I'm going to hurt you worse than your buddy on the ground over there" They both said sorry, and Trevor even shook my hand, saying he wanted to be friends, Jamie eventually did to. I walked back in the house, my family watching through the window. "Kaleb was that really necessary?" My mom asked. "I'm sorry" I said. My little brother, Jacob, was a little scared to come near me. I crouched down, "sorry little dude, don't worry I'd never do that to you or anything" Jacob smiled, (he was only six). My big sister, Julie, got me an ice-pack for my lip, my nose already stopped bleeding. "Thanks" I told her. "No problem" she said smiling. My sister was really nice and sweet, she had more time with dad than I did, she was 16. She already had a car, a mustang. She's also one of the most popular people in our school, and she's not bad looking. I walked in my room and saw that it was pretty messed up, so I cleaned it up. After that I went outside and started playing basketball. I'm terrible at basketball, my average in a game is about 2-4, but I'm pretty good defense. After about an hour I was super bored. I checked my phone and found out Haley texted me about five minutes ago. Sorry, didn't notice u texted babe. A few minutes later, Its fine, so wyd? I text back being extremely bored. Awww, poor baby. I busted out laughing, I'm older than her! I still took advantage of it though. Babies like milk ya know. She texted back, Yea I know, to bad you're 13 babe. Dang, thought I'd get lucky. Love ya. I text back. Ya better, she said with a little kissing emoji. Right then, I heard a loud clap. I looked up and Michael was standing there without Jamie and Trevor, instead he had two different people I didn't know. "Ready for round two?" He asked. Sorry babe, I'll text u back. Gotta go love ya. she texts back, Awww, ok I love ya to. I put my phone in my pocket and popped my knuckles. Something popped up in my head and I realized it was three on one, I smiled. Just like dad. With that we ran at each other, ready to fight.

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