The Undercover Street Fighter

Chapter 5 - Hell Sweet Hell

Avery's POV

Tomorrow I will break the good news to everyone. Well everyone that cares at least.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I slammed my fist on my alarm clock breaking it. Darn it, that's the fifth one this week.

Today is the day; excitement would be an understatement. I woke up bright and early; I didn't want to deal with those cantankerous people today. I do not have time for that.

I made my way downstairs quietly, I see suitcases on the floor, and my dad passed out on the couch. Typical.

I unlocked the door quietly and walked out closing it behind me. I walked down the pathway and made my way to school. Ah Hell sweet Hell. I made my way into the main building and located my locker, the bell rang, and waves of students submerged the hallway. I felt a tap on my shoulder, so I turned around and was immediately hugged to death by my best friend. Michelle.

"Hello to you too." I laughed as I hugged her back.

"Av, I'm so so so sorry! My parents took my phone away for the whole fall break, so I didn't get your message until this morning." She exclaimed with worry.

"That's not a problem Chelle." I waved her off.

She looked like she was about to say something but just shook her head smiling at me.

"So, how was your fall break? Busy?" She asked.

"You have no idea." I laughed as we walked to class together.

After filling her in on everything, she won't stop asking questions.

"So you're a fighter now?

"Is it illegal?"

"Avery Smith Johnson! If it's illegal, I swear to mother nature that I will --"

"You will what?" I stopped and turned to her. Raising my eyebrow and crossing my arms.

"I-I will, umm, make you wish you were never born!" She crossed her arms playfully and "glared" at me.

I brought my finger up to my chin tapping it lightly, "Hmm, you're a little late for that don't you think?" I asked my eyes shining with playfulness.

"Fine!" She crossed her arms and glared at the ground frustrated trying to think of a comeback. I laughed and nudged her.

"Stop that, you look constipated," I stated.

She gasped, "I do not!"

"Hmm, debatable." I shrugged.

Riiiiiing. The bell rang indicating the end of school. I got a ride from her back to my house.

"Keep your phone on you, I'll text you later," I said getting out of the car that was parked two blocks away from my house. I don't want my "family" to know about Michelle. She nodded, and she left.

I walked into my house, and surprisingly no one was there. As I was walking in, a force knocked me to the ground causing the wind to leave my lungs.

"Where were you?!" My angry father demanded. I stand corrected, and here I thought it was my lucky day.

"At school" I answered calmly. I was pulled up to my feet by my hair.

"Don't use that tone with me!" He slapped me. Hard. My head whipped to the side, and I could taste a metallic substance on my tongue. Blood. That little--

I snapped my head back so fast I think I got whiplash. My eyes held no emotion, but my face held anger. My fist started shaking at my sides; his hand clamped on my shoulder. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it removing it from my shoulder; he screamed out in pain as his knees gave into the waves of pain from the pressure point. He fell to the ground, but I still had him in a wrist hold. All I saw was red.