Marcus woke me up this morning. He had my suitcase in one hand and a present in the other hand. "Get up, get up you have to kick butt today, now get up." The nurses in the waiting room told him to be quiet. I grabbed my suitcase and ran inside the bathroom at the end of the waiting room hallway. I made sure I stopped by the house the night before so I could wash my Nationals outfit. Karen and I had made the shirt. She used to tell me I would make it to Nationals and when I did I would wear that shirt. It was aquamarine. It had my name on it written on the back in cloud letters. Karen said it would be my signature. On the front it had a drawing on me. I had boxing gloves in my hand on one side and on the other side I was in my wrestling stance. It showed my two sides of MMA. I was fighting myself facing the other me. It was similar to my situation now. I was fighting myself. I wanted Karen to live but the thought of living with no boxing or MMA at all was breathtaking, in a bad way. I lost my train of thought when Marcus knocked on the bathroom door. He sounded anxious, "Skye what are you doing in there, we have to be at the airport in 45 minutes. Your mom and I are waiting on you. I through on my purple wrestling shorts and made sure my aquamarine spandex were on. I cleaned my mouthpiece and double checked my suitcase. I had everything. I even had a picture of Karen and I, stuffed inside of my boxing glove. She was wearing her Tu-Tu and I was wearing boxing gloves. We were 6. I shoved it back inside of my glove and put on my purple and aquamarine wrestling shoes. I was finally ready to go. When I came out all of the nurses clapped for me and cheered me on as we walked out. Then I turned around. I ran through the double doors. Marcus came after me. He was yelling down the halls. "Skye what are you doing, you are going to miss your flight." I ignored him. I headed for Karens room. I ran In and hugged her. I said "I am sorry I can't stay but I am going to win today for you and my mom is going to video tape it so you can see me kick butt. Karen you are going to live, I promise okay." I knew she couldn't respond of course but I had to hug her. Marcus grabbed my hand. "Skye let's go okay." He tried to let go of my hand but I held it. He looked at me funny. I smerked. "Yeah let's go." We waited forever in the line for bag check. My coaches and sponsor were first class. My mom and Marcus and I were not. It was a 12 hour flight. So technically Sunday was Nationals. During the flight I rested my head on Marcuses shoulder. He put his arm around me and honestly I loved the feeling. Maybe he wasn't just a best friend. Then he pulled out the present I had saw earlier. He said "Skye open it, Good luck." I smiled at him. When I unwrapped it, It was a jewelry box. It was a diamond jewelry box. I looked at Marcus and I kissed him. He kissed me back. It was such a passionate kiss. He said "Skye, open the box." So I did. Inside was a heart. One half of the heart was a boxing glove, the other half was a skateboard. It was a hollow rose gold heart. I loved it. I handed it to Marcus and I said "Will you put it on me." He lifted my brown curls and put it on. While he was putting it on I had have myself corn rows. I always did my hair that way to keep it completely out of my face. My mom hates the word corn rows, she is sort of prestigious. So she calls them a lot of small braids. Marcus and I watched all of the classic Ninja Turtle movies on his tablet and I fell asleep on his chest. His arm around me. Wearing his necklace he gave me. I don't know what we are anymore. I just know I get off this plane in 2 hours and I have Nationals in 4 hours. Marcus is here so is my mom. Karen is going to live. This is my last time wrestling so I need to win. I need to make myself proud.
