Lost

Boxing

Boxing is my release. Nothing else makes me feel happy. Not to mention its my one and only talent, compared to Jackie who excels at every sport but im glad her favourites boxing aswell. I dont tell anyone, but sometimes i close my eyes, pretend im in the crowd, that day, that grey day my parents were hung. I picture the faces of those scum who pushed the chairs off and ipunchipunchipunch until my fists are glowing red. I cant tell Jackie, she might think im mentally unstable, which is somewhat true. We have an exam tomorrow, its not a normal exam, its the annual okinate exam. They ask you a series of questions while you are hooked up to a lie detecter to determine if you have contracted the disease. People think im a Gony, because they assume i contracted my fathers side, considering i came out of his balls and whatnot. I know ill do fine at the exam but I cant help but worry. I dont want to end up like my parents, living a miserable life even if im destined to. I will never ever talk to a Kiny, id rather die. Just the thought terrifies me. So ill be fine at the exam...probably. Who knows, I finish up my last set and pack my things. Jackie walks me home. "hey Kira, dont forget, if they ask you your favourite colour dont say blue, blue is associated with Kiny, they might think somethings wrong with you", said she with her usual big smile. "Dont worry, its the same shit each year im pretty used to it." We finally arrived at my house.  I give Jackie a big hug and waved her goodbye as she left to go to her house. Time tor a goodnights rest.