The Prodigy (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Well I guess by now you've probably figured out that I’m a fighter. That’s right, a fighter. Yes, I am a girl, problem? Didn't think so. My name is Natasha but everyone calls me Nat or Natty for short. I’m 15 years old, turning 16 in a month. I know what you’re thinking, isn't she too young to be a fighter? The answer is no. You see I am a prodigy, ever since I was little I expressed an interest in fighting. I soon grew quite famous for my fighting skills,but recently I am on break from fighting. I just happened to run into 5 mysterious boys on my Starbucks run that will change my life forever.

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1. Introduction

“Right, Left, Upper cut!” I was shouting to myself as I was practicing. One after another I punched and kicked and jabbed the punching bag. 
“Nat! Calm it down would ya? You’re gonna break the damn thing!” The owner of the gym yelled to me. 
“Sorry Mike! You would think it would have broken by now yeah?” I asked him joking around. He just chuckled and rolled his green eyes at me. Well I guess by now you’ve probably figured out that I’m a fighter. That’s right, a fighter. Yes, I am a girl, problem? Didn’t think so. My name is Natasha but everyone calls me Nat or Natty for short. I’m 14 years old, turning 15 in a month. I know what you’re thinking, isn’t she too young to be a fighter? The answer is no. You see I am a prodigy, ever since I was little I expressed an interest in fighting. My father noticed these things and for my 4th birthday he got me a pair of custom made boxing gloves, since my hands were so little. My mother knew I would always be a great fighter; she and my father supported me. When I was just 6 years old I went to the gym with my father and got a fight with a local boy who was also a prodigy; he was only 7. We started out in the ring, spit shake and then the fight started; we did full 3 rounds. In the last round I took the lead and hit him directly in the jaw and down he went. 
That one event lead to me being famous locally, every fighter from around my town would challenge me and I would always win. When I turned 12 I became a professional fighter when the manger of one of the famous fighters came to one of my shows, he saw me and loved me. He offered me an offer and talked to my parents, which they agreed to and I said yes and well that leads me to where I am today; Living Nashville Tennessee with my parents in our house on our ranch while traveling from state to state and on occasion to different countries for fights. I am about 5’3 with blonde hair and brown eyes, I am obviously very muscular, I’m not the skinniest person in the world but that doesn’t bother me. 

Anyway, today I had nothing to do considering I have 3 months off and I’m in the middle of month 2. What have I been doing? Practicing, practicing and more practicing. Being a prodigy doesn’t give you much of a social life other than the people working at the gym. Which is how I know Mike, he is the owner of the small family owned gym down the street from me. I have gotten extremely close with him; he’s like a second dad to me. He even lets me lock up sometimes! It’s weird how these little things excite me…I guess it’s an effect of not having a social life. I mean I have a twitter, but it’s mostly to keep in touch with my very few fans that I have. 
I practiced for about 3 hours and got a bottle of water, protein bar and I headed out of the gym. 
“Bye Mike!” I called out to him.
“Leaving so soon?” He asked.
“Yeah, I have to go and take care of the horses today.” Did I forget to mention my mom bought 4 horses and placed them on our ranch? Well she did.
“Alright, be careful sweetie!” He told me. I smiled and waved to him grabbing my bag and walking out the door and heading home.

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