*Avielle's POV*
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"C'mon Avi, you can do better than that"
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Punch"If you're going to punch like a weakling then this is not your place"
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"No wonder why they bully you, you can't even defend yourself. You're such a shame on your family"
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I send one last punch sending the punching bag towards the other side of the room, sand coming out of it.
THUD
I bent my hand on my knees, panting heavily trying to catch as many oxygen as possible, while looking at the thrown punching bag on the ground. My hair's sticking on my face, my whole body was sweating, dreaming of having a bath soon and my hands felt sore, It hurts when I try to move my right one, well since a certain someone broke my hand yesterday at school I couldn't even write a single word, but boxing is an exception and I don't give up that easily just because of a stupid scratch. Marco clapped loudly, the sound echoes in the empty, huge gym.
"Good job Avi, now that's what i'm talking about, you have a great power hiding inside of you" He complimented still looking at the poor thing on the ground before picking it up and dumping it in a garbage.
I watched him closely, Marco was a 32 big, buff man with huge muscles. He would definitely pass in WWE raw, but he chose to open his own gym to teach 'weak people' how to truly fight, or that's what he said to me. He has curly black hair that reached to his shoulders, his steel gray eyes that seems to stare right at your soul, it's kinda creepy because he always had that piercing and demanding look in his eyes that everyone fear. Mostly me but I got used to it plus I had known Marco when i was 14 years old and we've became best friends since then.
"You shouldn't have brought up my family in this Marco, you know how I get angry about it" I said walking over to the bottle of water and taking huge sips still holding my gaze at Marco who was busy hanging a new punch bag.
"But this is your only weakness Avielle, you need to practice and take control of your anger or someone will use it against you" he walked towards me, took my hand and examined it for a while.
"My hands are fine Marc, I will just put ice on it and by next morning it will be fresh and new"
"Are you kidding me!? you got a huge ass bloody bruise on your knuckles and it's already broken, it need to get cleaned up right now"
"ugh! i will just go home, I still have homework to do Marc, I promise I will heal it" I pleaded him.
He sighed. "Fine, but if it looked bad tomorrow, i will ban you from boxing for a week, God knows what disaster you're going to do" he muttered the last part to himself but I heard him. I pulled the strap of my backpack around my shoulers.
I gasp. "Hey!, i'm a big girl and i'm sure i can take care of a bruised hand. I will just put it in hot water and it will heal immediately"
"Cold water" he corrected.
"Yep, cold water" I repeated, he doesn't need to worry about me just because i can't heal myself, i've experienced worse.
"Well I gotta go now, Bye Marco. See you Tomorrow" i smiled at him, and gave him a hug.
he hugged me back "Be careful sweetie"
"Pfft! You're the one who should be careful, as I recall last time your wife throw a tantrum because she thought we were making love here" i softly laughed recalling the memory.
"don't remind me, it's such a pain in the ass." He groaned running his hands in his already messy hair.
"Just give her chocolates, invite her to dinner, put cheesy pick up lines here and there, she'll forget what happend 20 minutes ago"
"I can't believe i'm talking about my love life with you" he said staring at me.
I smiled. "Oh come on, you know I'm a love expert, I bet she will let you sleep in the dog house at the neighbors and you won't get dinner for a week" I turned a few hallways till I found the exit with Marco trailing behind me.
"I hate you, but you're right. She takes things way to seriously it starts to creep me out."
"Just follow my instructions, i'm sure she'll accept it." I said goodbye, pushing the door of the gym open. I was greeted by the wind almost knocking me out of my feet. I checked my old watch seeing it's 5:00 PM and walked towards the orphanage, it's actually not that far away, So i took my time and began humming a familiar song.
I stood in front the door taking deep breaths and caling myself.
it's okay Avi, just a couple more punches and kicks then they will leave you alone.
******************Author's note: Hey everyone, so as you can see this is my first fan fiction and i think it's going to be a fail, Magcon will be in the next chapter but i want this story to be slow and realistic a little. so please bear with me!
English isn't my first language so please if there is any faults in grammar or vocabulary, Drown me in your fantastic words!
and also whoever finds any mistakes in the story, I will put his/her name in the next chapter to show how much i'm grateful :P
Au revoir! <3
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