Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Again!
I was in trouble again for 'fighting'. All I was doing is helping someone that was getting bullied and a teacher saw and gave me bloody detention. I mean I was just helping to get rid of injustice but apparently there are other ways of gettimg rid of injustice. Not  to me though, to me therw is only one way: fighting. It's really not a bid deal. But it didn't matter to them, I didn't care anyway I mean I hate school anyway I'll be out soon enough.
   Finally my hour was over it felt like forver to be honest."Hi Kacy, what you doing?" I asked her.
"Got to take my siblings to the park, your lucky you know having no sibling." She said
"Yeah whatever." I replied maybe she was right but I didnt care so I went home to practise my punches. I had a punchag in my room I had to literally beg for it then on my birthday I got it. If your wondereing I don't do boxing but I use the punchbag to practise my punches but I  do judo and martial arts. I love fighting that's what I live for. My motto is: Fight injustice, Justice rules.
    My lifes been hard ever since my dad died I still have trouble speaking about him now. He died when I was just 9. I don't like to believe and I don't but then if he was alive he would be with me right now so I just take it in. Knowing that is true that's the best I can do. Now my mum has to work to give us the money. We moved to England because it would be easier for us my dad was German he loved Germany so did I but if we moved it would make things a lot easier since he never died in England. Also, schooling is free here and it was easy for my mum to find a good and job for herself she finishes work 4:00pm soon after I come back from s hool but now I'm a teenager I don't come straight home I spend sometime withnmy friends then come home so by the time I come home mum's back from work. Uou see how I'm older I'm supposedmtonlearn to cook and whatnot, well that's not me. The whole thing makes me shiver I mean seriously cleaning and cooking. I mean cooking is bad enough without adding cleaning. Mum tries to make me but I don't let her make me do it. I'm stubborn that way mum says I got it from my dad. She's right ofcourse she always is.