The party had been in full swing by the time I showed up. My best friend, Amber, was at my right while I had a red solo cup in my hand. The whole party idea hadn't been mine. I need to train for the street fighting match I had later tonight. But somehow Amber convinced me to not train and to come to a party and get drunk. I followed through with that plan. I downed the drinks one after another. I had never been a good street fighter, but the money from losing was enough to pay for the apartment my sister and I sleep In and food to eat. I was never really worried about anything else, it was always keeping my wallet full and keeping Ona healthy and happy. I always worried about Ona, but today I wouldn't worry about my little sister who was my friend Jeremy's house. Today I wasn't going to worry at all. Until I get through the night and realize I shouldn't have drank, but I'm living in the moment.
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Living With The StreetFighters
Teen FictionThe only way Mae knows how to make money to keep her sister from being taken away is street fighting. Mae hasn't been able to keep a steady job with school and taking care of her little sister. The only problem is, Mae sucks at fighting, she still g...