Those With Wings

Like A Boss

Luanna's POV

I stepped out onto the football stadium. I was wearing a mini-skirt, but I had short-shorts (which I stole from Piper....) under it, just so, yeah, you know.

I had typical sneakers on, and a short-sleeved light blue shirt. It was finally time for the truth. Was I able to take on my father?

the stadium was quite crowded, and people had video cameras, phones, and everything, just to watch me get beat up~or so they thought. Teachers were also there, afraid that I would get hurt.

I noticed the football team, all ten who decided to show, were wearing their full gear, and the wresseling team, the ten who showed up from them were wearing their uniforms.

"Oh, look-ey here" I say, in my loudest taunting voice, as the stadium chatter dies down, to be silent. "they are so chicken, they're wearing all these pads so they don't hurt themselves!" My comment angered them, and Mark walked up to me.

"You know, you are pretty confident in yourself for going to pounded by most of the seniors of this school, little miss. freshman."

"It's Luanna, and hey, who knows, maybe I'm just like a boss" I running up the rest of the way to him, jumping and kicking him hard on the upper chest, knocking him down for the second time today. After that, the other 19 charged for me, as I took off running in the oppisite direction. I did this only because I wanted Mark to get trampled over...which he did.

After running, I looked back, then turned, to jump, and land on the first guys's shoulders, makeing all the other's stop, and back away, as I sprang off his shoulder's and knocked another flat onto the ground.

The others immeatly backed away, and huddled, makeing a plan, while the wresseling team came at me, all 7 of them that still stood. I slid to the ground, aiming for their feet, and to my luck, the field was damp, so I slid, knocking them all down like dominos. They immeatly got up, and looked at me, while I ran, and roundhouse kicked one of the football team members, who got knocked out from my kicks. Mark still lay on the ground, from all the pain, thankfully. I used the semi-wet grass to my advantage, as I slid, and did mainly ground attacks, since air attacks ~my personal best~ were not avalible, because that would be giving away my whole, well, you know.

Soon, after about twenty minutes, but felt like hours, because of the fast/slow battle speed I was used to. Everyone was either knocked out, or in too much pain to move, or just plain scared of me, and hid. I think I broke a couple noses, but the only damege I had, was a cut below the eye, and along the cheek, when one of them swong their helmet at me. I didn't even flinch, I just spun around, and kicked him in the gut. Even thought it stung, I just kept pressing foward.

It had been decided.

I could actually stand against my father.

And win.

Look out darkness.

Luanna's comming.

And she's showin' no mercy.

Luanna's comming.

Like a boss.