Middle School - Pt. 3

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-Tuesday afternoon Y/N's POV-

Tuesday afternoon. The day of my aunt's brutal boxing lessons.

Usually, Tuesdays are her off days that she doesn't practice on, so instead, she gives me heads up on how to defend myself.

Some days, I hate it. Those days are when she is either going hard on me or she didn't have a good day. So, she takes it off on me, by either harming me or by yelling at me.

Some days, I like it. I like learning new things, to an extent, and those things turn out to be helpful in life.

-

I put on a sports bra and some shorts. I walk to our backyard. Our yard has a good amount of space to do these things, but smaller than a t-ball field.

I stretch my arms and legs. I look down and happen to see a bruise on my shin. To be honest, I like bruises. It makes me look tough, and most of all- I just like them.

My aunt walks to the yard where I'm at then also stretches. While she does so, I take drinks of my water. A couple minutes later she's done and we are getting ready to start our lesson and we begin.

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"Come on! Get up I barely even hit you!" Jamie yells. I huff and wipe my nose.

She literally just knocked me into the ground, causing me to fall on my butt. I think I bruised my tailbone. It hurt, a lot. Every time I try to get up, it aches a little.

I scoff, and finally, I get up from the ground. I then put my hands up in fists in a defensive position.

I try to punch her face, she blocks that punch and attempts to knee me in my stomach, which I also block.

After getting enough energy to be able to punch and knee her, as well with some other attacks, I finally get her on the ground.

It wasn't easy, obviously, but it was more useful than I expected.

-

As I take my clothes off to get into the shower, my butt aches. Soon, I get over it and step into the warm shower.

Doing my shower routine, I also get lost in my thoughts. Thinking about my day, as usual, I reminisce of 6th period.

~flashback~

After finishing gym, I head to my social studies classroom. When I get there, the teacher isn't there yet. I walk to my seat and set my things down

While I'm waiting for the bell to ring, a boy came up to me. I think his name was Dameon. He was really nice and smart, but we just never talked.

"Hey, y/n right?" He says. His voice was soft, but why was he talking to me? I nod, and give him a small smile.

"So I hear you're in honors math, and I'm not the best at it. Do you think you could help?" He asks. I thought about it.

I take out my phone, and type 'what do you need help with?'

He looks at my phone, and he takes out a paper. It looks like he needs help with some homework about multi-step inequalities and equations.

I look at some of the problems he did a realize a couple were wrong. I type out 'I'll help you, but I can't tonight. Want me to give you my number?' He nods with a smile as we exchange numbers.

~end of flashback~

I step out of the shower, and realize I haven't been on my phone since then. I quickly look at my phone and realize that he had texted me.

xxx-xxx-xxxx
Hey! This is Dameon, when are
u free?

                                                                               Y/n I think I'm free after school. I also realized you got a couple problems wrong, and I'd be glad to show you how to fix them.

Y/n changed name to 'Dameon'

Dameon
Oh sure, I'd like to know.
U can come over to my house
around 4:30. Is that ok?

                                                                Y/n
Yep, fine with me. See you then!
-

I get ready for bed, putting on a t-shirt and underwear. I put in my calendar to meet up with Dameon at 4:30, and lay on my bed.

My butt still hurts, but it wore off a little. I get into a comfortable position, drift to sleep.

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