WHEN WAR BEGINS!√

Chapter 9

*I forgot my tennis rackets!!

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"Right kiddo, I will stay here, dont jog too far." I nod and I leave. He took me to a park, a huge park with people jogging some taking their dogs out for a walk. Its so silent and the oxygen is great. I begin jogging but fear creeps in as I jog. Am I dumb?, its my first day in New York and I want to take a jog?. I might get lost or I might be kidnapped or stolen and sold to a gang leader. I'm sure mom will find me if I get lost though, and I'm moving further and further away from the black jeep with Sam, again I'm away from safety. I jog down a bridge and watch the amount of friendly smiles I'm getting from people. I pull up my pace this time I'm running not jogging, I didn't even have time to put my music on once I left the car, all I wanted was a breath and to adapt to the new life. I install my earphones to the i-pod as I run that's when I hit a stone hard sculpture. I fall to the floor and pain shoots up my back to my head. Wait its actually not a sculpture but a real person.
"Fuck I'm so sorry for getting in the way here take my hand." I grab his hand and he lifts me up. I dust myself off and look him in the face, he was slightly taller than me I had to look up, why is everyone taller than me?. He had a friendly smile and had sandy blonde hair. I get why he was stone hard, he was muscular.
"Are you okay?" he asks me in a concerned look.
"I'm fine, its totally my fault I mean I wasnt looking where I was running." I mumble giving him an apologetic smile.
"Are you from around here?" He asks lifting one eyebrow, that reminds me of Stranger. This guys accent was so American it was shocking that I was standing in front of an American and directly speaking to them.
"Oh no I'm from South Africa, I just arrived here." I say and I breath in and out applying much confidence to my answer
"Oh, you are a migrant, is it those African wars that brought you here?" I appreciate talking to you thank you very much, I mentally say as anger boils in me, I lift both my eyebrows and laugh out in shock.
"What?, no my Mom owns a billion dollar company that you Americans depend on, for fudge sakes she brought me here so I may live with her, like I said I am South African, I come from the south." I gesture my hands trying to proof out a point as I teach him like his a five year old stupid boy. He seems to look at me like I am the stupid one, great welcome to America. I mentally curse myself for boasting about my pathetic life but its not my fault that this dumbo in front of me pushed me buttons.
"Ah so where you come from you are rich, you not from the poor side of Africa, that side they got this disease and shit they also sun burnt and skinny, your side is just normal." He says gesturing his hands in the air. What did he just say?. This guy is smoking hot but dumber than a five year old.
"Really, have you ever been there?" I ask putting my hands on my hips as I look up at him. He might looked intimidating on the outside but he sure seems weak.
"No, but I have seen it on T.V"
He says thinking. His weird, but that totally amuses me.
"You should take a plane sometime and go see it, you will swallow your words, Africa has its beautiful sides and it also has its issues, just like America." I say lifting one hand up and gesturing to my surroundings.
"Maybe I should, what's your name though?" He asks looking down at me
"Lizzy and you?" I ask giving him a strange smile, mabey his name is Patrick, all Patrick's are weird, dumb and funny altogether.
"Justin, keep your disease to yourself though Lizzel!!." He yells as he continues his jog leaving me dumfounded and mentally cursing him
"Yah?,well I didn't know Justin's were actually the stupidest people on earth!" I yell at him as I pick up my pace. This bozo thinks he can disrespect me just because I'm different, he even said my name wrong. Was he actually mocking me?,or was he really mentally malfunctioning. I am suddenly not in the mood anymore to jog so I run back to the car. My speed increases as my mind piles up with emotions. If people will treat me like this in the city, how will they treat me at school?. I wish I was from England, my accent might be perfect but it doesn't sound as if I'm from England. Again I'm proud to be an African so I should just cope with it. As I move towards the car a satisfied breath escapes my mouth.
I stand next to the door, its weird standing on the left side in South Africa that is the drivers side. I open the door but its locked, I wait for him to unlock. I cant really see him inside the car because the window are tinted black. I peek through the window squinting my eye that's when I discover there is no Sam in the car. My hopes are turned down, I frown as I stand like a fool looking around. Now I really feel lost and the worst part is that I dont have no phone with me I just have this silly i-pod that is in no good use.
"Great now I'm stranded, Thank you Sam for watching over me!" I mumble as I let my head fall on my hand and pull the hair falling forward. Its no good standing here, I need to find him. I walk out the park and across the street. This is a very busy city, and it has a lot of meter taxis most of them are yellow. My stomach starts growling as I pass by a bakery, I'm penniless and I am lost but this is not a big deal.
Standing here and looking through the windows did no good so I decid to go back to the car. I rush past the traffic jam and make my way across the street. I see Sam coming out of a huge gym place, they have gym places around here?. Sam quickly comes rushing to the car and unlocks the door for me.
"You have gym places around here?" I ask curiously looking at the huge glass door across the street he came out of.
"Well if that's what you call a W.W Fighters dungeon then yes we do have a gym." He says eyeing me in the rare view mirror
"Oh no,I have been to a W.W Fighters dungeon before, I thought that was a gym place you went to."I say tearing my gaze away from the boxing gym.
" Well that place has dangerous fighters, don't be too curious. "He says turning his head towards me.
" Then what were you doing there?"I mumble a question, he might be huge and tall but he didn't seem like a fighter.
"I'm a coach." He spills out the three worded sentence, I turn my whole body around to look at him.
"You will be my coach!" I breath of excitement, it was more like a command.
"No I dont coach..." He shakes his head
"You dont coach females I guess.
I really want to be a fighter, or a wrestler actually mostly a Boxer, I really want to man up." I mumble and keep lifting my left hand to emphasise the big words I used.
"I will take you there tommorow just to see the difference between a wrestler and a boxer." He says laughing at me
"Trust me I know the difference, wait do you have wrestlers and boxing in one gym?."
"No, we more likely have kick boxers." My  curious smile turns into a frown. Wait I have a great idea, perfect idea actually
"Ohk!!, what time do we leave" I squeak and he laughs at my voice. I had a totally useless small voice which made me look weak, it was just a silly voice that people found different and adorable. I haven't been told its annoying yet, just hope it stays that way

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"Sweetheart you are back, I got great news for you!", Mom squeals and grabs me by the hand. She drags me to the living room and sits me down on the huge white sofa. She starts staring at me with her creepy smile that makes me uncomfortable.
" Well I have good news and bad news, it isn't really bad news but you would call it that."She says blinking non stop
"Continue." I drag the word and give her a weird look, she is creeping me out with her smile.
"I'll start with the bad news, wooh, ohk well I found you a school and you have been great fully accepted at Millbrook School, its a boarding school, this will help you adapt to people more." My heart stops pumping blood as I process her words. She is taking me to a barding school?.
"And I have already finalised so here are your brochures, you can read them in your room if you like." She says grabbing magazines and papers under a pillow.
"The good new is that I found an icing ring for you darling." She squeals clapping her hands. I don't know if she is excited for me or excited of herself. She still has her creepy smile yet her youngest daughter is just sitting in the chair staring at her unconsciously.
"You can skate whatever day you feel." She says giving me a weird wink, she is still talking yet she is getting no response. My skin is melting my bones and limbs aren't holding up much stronger and as for my head its spinning and its painful.
"Aaah..aarrrh" A sharp needle keeps opening its way through my head and I can't take the pain anymore. I scream but my scream becomes weaker to the point where I'm muffling screams and whenever I breath my head becomes painful.
"Bring her water, please, Theresa now!!." My mom screams and I look at her with pleading eyes so she could stop yelling but all I see in her eyes is fear. My head takes control of my body sending my knees to fall off the sofa and onto the cold floor. She offers me the glass of water but as I take it my hands can't hold the pressure and it falls on the tiled floor breaking into shreds. The sound of the glass sends spikes to my nerves and my whole body heads up.
"Call Sam, Now!!" Mom yells to the top of her voice and my eyes shut in pain
"Mama, please aaaarh!, ddd,dooont shout." I weakly say as tears flow down to my neck. My whole body is side flat on the cold surface, the footsteps are becoming louder than anything almost like thunder, but just imagine both thunder and life lightning striking and rumbling at the same time. Blackness fills up my eyes as I feel a presences lift me up, all I can hear is intense breathing but nonetheless I'm dead.....

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Short and intense...
We all know she is not obviously dead, she is just an over dramatic disease

...Kidding
No no no, I'm not kidding when I said she isn't dead, I'm kidding because I said she has a over dramatic disease

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