GIRL POWER

Prologue.

"Ah, ouh, ah, ouh, aah"

"What the bloody hell," muttered a sleepy-looking middle-aged woman groggily.

"I'm training mom!," complained Rana as she focused on taking her boxing gloves off.

"It's freaking 7 in the morning and it's Saturday! Why are you awake?!"

"I just felt like waking up and working out early today, because, do you see these guns mom," she flexed her arms and grinned, "they don't come from nowhere, these are the hard-earned product of my blood and sweat, well not blood but uh you get it," blabbered Rana whilst her mother stared at her as if she grew two heads. "You are a hopeless case," sighed the poor woman as she turned and walked away. "I love you too mom!" yelled Rana from her doorframe. What a way to start the day!

Rana's POV

You see, this is not how it happens in the movies or in the novels you read. The teenager gets woken up by the annoyingly loud parent and mutters a series of curses before heading to the bathroom. But oh well, this is my life, and it's everything you wouldn't have expected. It a mess, a big old mess. Because I'm Rana, and Rana is nothing near your typical teenager.

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Hello everyone, so this is something I've been debating on doing in my head for a long time. And I've just come to terms that life is too short to cower out and regret it later. Deep, yeah right!
This is the kind of story I wanted to read but I didn't find any so I decided to write one myself. It is a work of fiction and something you've never ever seen before (yea right, shut up brain and get real. Well, technically it is but I'm not making any promises, i'll try though...)

*insert overly enthusiastic british voice*

So Grab a cuppa tea (or coffee, whatever suits you) and Enjoy the ride! (hopefully).