Nick the Fighter
This is it, my one year anniversary of going to a mixed martial arts school. I’ve gotten a lot stronger, but I am still weak. As I walk to my MMA school I spot something out of the corner of my eye. I see some kids with smirks on their faces, they look like they are chasing me.
Naturally, I speed up, but they do the same. I do not know why they would chase me, but they are anyway, I can’t ask questions. I start to sprint but they do not and that worries me. I tire and slow to a stop, they catch up and start attacking me. After a bombard of attacks, I faint.
I wake up and see my mom, she says “Nick, what happened.” I replied with “ I got in a fight.” As she talked I dozed off thinking of the fight. I woke the next day went …show more content…
Feeling again like a superhero. As I think about my future, I realize, I won’t get bullied anymore. But I wonder “What would everyone say?” and “ Will anything go back to normal?” but I will not worry anymore, after all, this is my story. Nick the Fighter
This is it, my one year anniversary of going to a mixed martial arts school. I’ve gotten a lot stronger, but I am still weak. As I walk to my MMA school I spot something out of the corner of my eye. I see some kids with smirks on their faces, they look like they are chasing me.
Naturally, I speed up, but they do the same. I do not know why they would chase me, but they are anyway, I can’t ask questions. I start to sprint but they do not and that worries me. I tire and slow to a stop, they catch up and start attacking me. After a bombard of attacks, I faint.
I wake up and see my mom, she says “Nick, what happened.” I replied with “ I got in a fight.” As she talked I dozed off thinking of the fight. I woke the next day went to school and tried to drown myself in books. At the 7:00 p.m. I went to my MMA school, everyone was surprised to see …show more content…
I only landed one more punch until the MMA teachers come in to stop the fight, as they pull him out I see his lip bleeding and hear him yell “Behind the school, tomorrow, 8:00 p.m.” I worry while I walk to behind the school, thinking “ I am dead, I am dead, and dead” I feel like there is no way out so I tell my mom and she got worried and begged me to stay home but I need to prove myself. Tomorrow I meet with him alone just a 1 to 1, me and him. I walk up to him feeling guilt and agony, but I channel them into anger. He throws the first punch clearly showing anger. I know how to deal with people when they are angry because they are less strategic and predictable.
So I dodge his attacks as he is getting tired, I give him an uppercut to his chin and it knocked him down. I imagine how cool I looked in that moment staring at him, not saying anything. As I see how scared he is of me I walk away feeling like a superhero but, he creeps up to me and attacks me. Thankfully I dodged out of the way and gave him a roundhouse kick like Chuck Norris.
Some time passes, I realize that he got knocked out. Feeling again like a superhero. As I think about my future, I realize, I won’t get bullied anymore. But I
This is it, my one year anniversary of going to a mixed martial arts school. I’ve gotten a lot stronger, but I am still weak. As I walk to my MMA school I spot something out of the corner of my eye. I see some kids with smirks on their faces, they look like they are chasing me.
Naturally, I speed up, but they do the same. I do not know why they would chase me, but they are anyway, I can’t ask questions. I start to sprint but they do not and that worries me. I tire and slow to a stop, they catch up and start attacking me. After a bombard of attacks, I faint.
I wake up and see my mom, she says “Nick, what happened.” I replied with “ I got in a fight.” As she talked I dozed off thinking of the fight. I woke the next day went …show more content…
Feeling again like a superhero. As I think about my future, I realize, I won’t get bullied anymore. But I wonder “What would everyone say?” and “ Will anything go back to normal?” but I will not worry anymore, after all, this is my story. Nick the Fighter
This is it, my one year anniversary of going to a mixed martial arts school. I’ve gotten a lot stronger, but I am still weak. As I walk to my MMA school I spot something out of the corner of my eye. I see some kids with smirks on their faces, they look like they are chasing me.
Naturally, I speed up, but they do the same. I do not know why they would chase me, but they are anyway, I can’t ask questions. I start to sprint but they do not and that worries me. I tire and slow to a stop, they catch up and start attacking me. After a bombard of attacks, I faint.
I wake up and see my mom, she says “Nick, what happened.” I replied with “ I got in a fight.” As she talked I dozed off thinking of the fight. I woke the next day went to school and tried to drown myself in books. At the 7:00 p.m. I went to my MMA school, everyone was surprised to see …show more content…
I only landed one more punch until the MMA teachers come in to stop the fight, as they pull him out I see his lip bleeding and hear him yell “Behind the school, tomorrow, 8:00 p.m.” I worry while I walk to behind the school, thinking “ I am dead, I am dead, and dead” I feel like there is no way out so I tell my mom and she got worried and begged me to stay home but I need to prove myself. Tomorrow I meet with him alone just a 1 to 1, me and him. I walk up to him feeling guilt and agony, but I channel them into anger. He throws the first punch clearly showing anger. I know how to deal with people when they are angry because they are less strategic and predictable.
So I dodge his attacks as he is getting tired, I give him an uppercut to his chin and it knocked him down. I imagine how cool I looked in that moment staring at him, not saying anything. As I see how scared he is of me I walk away feeling like a superhero but, he creeps up to me and attacks me. Thankfully I dodged out of the way and gave him a roundhouse kick like Chuck Norris.
Some time passes, I realize that he got knocked out. Feeling again like a superhero. As I think about my future, I realize, I won’t get bullied anymore. But I