Amandla

Chapter 1

As I have mentioned a few times THIS BOOK IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION! I cannot promise an updating schedule because I am starting my exams this week. The storyline has been altered slightly so I urge you to read this chapter again but remember this is the first edited chapter and it will not flow with the rest of the book as the changes have not been made. Amanda's name is Amandla.

 Thank you.

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-This story is a result of my imagination, research, and life experiences. None of the characters in this story are real or portray any real-life people, any similarities between any person living or dead are purely coincidental. This story is mine and mine alone, if you copy or "recreate" this story I will consider it a theft of my work. My hard work. Hours I spent scribbling in books and typing so please don't be a loser, thief, crook, criminal, looter, robber, asshole, and plagiarizer. You do not have permission to replicate any part of this story whether it is to copy it or put it up on another site or app, hell not even on a piece of paper ESPECIALLY without consulting me.

-Jay Tsidi

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"Rhythm is everything in boxing. Every move you make starts with your heart, and that’s in rhythm or you’re in trouble. Your rhythm should set the pace of the fight. If it does, then you penetrate your opponent’s rhythm. You make him fight your fight, and that’s what boxing is all about."
-Sugar Ray Robinson,

Chapter one

"Come on, move your hands! If you don't move your hands, I swear I will just pack my shit and leave, I have places to be, lives to save!" I yelled over the sound of a fist lethargically pounding into the heavy bag hung from the ceiling.

"I'm tired," the young girl replied through clenched teeth.

"Is that what you are going to say to Samantha when she has you against the ropes? Or better yet when she is raising YOUR belt above HER head?" I growled at Kayla as she continued to throw weak punches at the bag. Samantha was the current boxing champion of Kayla's division, and she was ruthless and unforgiving; she was best known for her ability to corner her opponents and decimate them. At the rate at which Kayla was going, she stood no chance, and she only had a month left to prepare. "I am sure your three-year-old brother Michael can punch harder than that!"

She stopped punching the bag and threw her hands at her sides in exasperation, sweat trickled down her young pale face, her blonde her stuck onto her face and her breathing a shallow, "I'm, tired! What more do you want from me? Do you want me throwing up on the ground?" she asked with her shoulders raised.

"If it means you will get that championship belt, then yes."

"Fuck you!" She spat, her crystal blue eyes glowing with resentment as she tried to undo her gloves and walk away. I intercepted her path before she could reach the changing room.

"Get your ass in the ring! If you think you can take on Samantha and win with this bitch ass whiney attitude you have going, you have another thing coming." I grabbed an extra pair of boxing gloves and put them on before ducking underneath the ropes and getting into the ring.

"What? Wait you are serious?" she asked still standing outside the ring looking like a lost idiot.

I raised my hands to my face bouncing on my feet and the little shit chuckled and shook her head.

She dragged her feet towards the ring with a small smile on her face and when she was finally standing across from me, she chuckled again a cocky grin dragged across her face. She lifted her fists and took her stance across from me. She threw her hands towards me, and I swiftly ducked to the side she shuffled closer towards me and took another swing which I then again ducked. I moved back a bit causing her to come closer and this time when she tried to punch me, she swung her entire body in my direction, and with that movement, I ducked underneath her delivering two punches to her sides one on each kidney. The hits were not hard enough to cause actual damage but rather that she woke up feeling the blows the next day so that she comes back with a better mindset.