The Fighter

My name is Max. I am 14. I have always loved boxing ever since my dad took me to his gym. I watch the fighters train. When my dad took me to watch my first fight I told myself I want to do that. My mom never aproved she thought it was too dangerous. I loved singing and so she wants me to be a singer instead of a boxer. I want to be both and I plan on doing so. I get a little help on the way.

17Likes
8Comments
1136Views
AA

6. It was just a dream.

Quote: Boxing  is the ultimate challenge. There's nothing that can compare to testing yourself the way you do every time you step in the ring

-Sugar Ray Leonard

*Max's POV*

 

"You didn't have to take me out to dinner." "No it was my pleasure." he said as I looked into his eyes. So kind and loving. It was a beautiful night. The moon and stars shining, the light breeze made it perfect. The slightest chirping of crickets mixed with the light breeze blowing through the tree creating a sweet song. We were standing in the middle of the park next to the pond. We were both looking into each others eyes. He leaned in coming closer and closer to me. I leaned in as well closing the gap between us. Our lips met. His hands on my hips mine around his neck. Our lips moved in sync. We pulled apart. I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes. His deep green eyes....

I woke up breathing heavy. I sigh of relief. "It was just a dream" I told myself over and over again. After being awake for about 30 more minutes I laid my head back down on my pillow and looked at my alarm clock next to my bed. 2 am ugh I tried falling back to sleep but I couldn't. The dream just kept replaying over and over again in my head.

I woke up forgeting ever going to sleep. I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock it was 6:29 I woke up 1 minute before my alarm so I decided to get up and get ready. I got out of the shower and went to my closet and looked through my clothes. I picked out a short sleeve lime green zerba print burnout shirt and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a pair of black boots. I walked into the bathroom to do my hair. After blow drying and straightening my hair I got my homework and my dufle bag and walked out of my room. "Hey honey." my mom said to me as I came down the stairs. "Morning mom." I told her walking over to her. "Your look cute today." Marisa said giving me a smile. "What? You trying to say something? Trying to say that I don't looke cute everyday?" "What? No I am just saying that you are really dressed up today." "And what is that a bad thing?" "No not at all." "Oh okay." I told Mar and got a bowl of cereal. "Are you going to voice lessons today?" my mom asked me as she was washing dishes. "Uh I don't think so dad wanted me to come to the gym he told me that he had some good news for me and needed me at the gym." "Oh okay well you better get going school so you aren't late." "Okay bye eveyone love ya all." "bye." Mom and Mar said at the same time I didn't know where Seth was oh well he was somewhere in the house.

I walked out my front door and put in my headphones and unlocked my ipod. When I was about to pick a song I ran into someone. "Uh." I said as I fell to the ground. "OH MY GOSH I am so sorry! Are you okay?" I looked up to see a really pretty girl. She had a worried look on her face. "I'm fine." I said to her. "I am so sorry." "It's fine." "Oh okay. My name is Lu short for Lucy. I really don't like my first name." "Oh ha me either. Hi I'm Max short for Maxine." "That's a cool name. I am new here and I was wondering where the high school was?" "I am just going there right now I'll take you." "Okay thanks." We walked to the high school and got to know each other. She has a 8 year old brother named Lucas and a 3 year old twin sisters one named Rose and the other Daisy. She loves music and singing.

We arived at the school and she showed me her classes. We had the same class. Awesome. I walked to my locker and hers was right next to mine. We were going to be the greatest of friends.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...