The Eyes of a Fighter

I catch my breath as I take in the arena. Thousands of people, in the stands, waiting for a battle. On a table in front of the stands, I see a giant trophy with a person doing a high-kick, with his fists to his side. In five minutes, I'll be on the stage fighting for a title. In five minutes, I'll be fighting for a reputation. In five minutes, I'll be fighting for who I am. I take a step forward and I remember to breathe.

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1. Chapter 1

"You can do this! I know you can!" My Grand Master commanded.

"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'," I mumbled as I got into stance again.

I steadied my breathing, wiped the sweat from my brow, and looked at my opponent.

Wendell looked at me, with his green eyes full of fear, confidence, and courage.

"Ready?" My Grand Master asked him.

Wendell nodded.

"Ready?" He asked me.

"Yeah," I said.

Come on, you got this! I thought to myself.

"Begin!" Grand Master yelled.

Pulling my fists in close, adrenaline coursed through my veins as I bounced on the balls of my feet, waiting. Waiting for Wendell to make the first move, to take the first step.

He lunged toward me and I side-stepped away from him. I turned around faster than lightning and preformed a perfect tornado kick, kicking Wendell straight in the chin and sending him two feet away, on the ground.

"Good, good!" My Grand Master exclaimed proudly.

I smiled proudly and walked over to Wendell.

"You okay?" I asked lending a hand.

He nodded as I helped him up.

"Nice kick, hope it won't leave that bad a bruise," He said.

"Sorry, I can't help it," I said walking towards the water fountain.

"You have limbs made of iron, I swear," He smirked.

"Years of practicing,"

"4 o'clock guys! Go on home," My Grand Master's voice rang through the studio.

"See ya tomorrow Wendell," I said, walking to the girls' locker room.

After I changed out of my Dobok, my Taekwondo uniform, I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and headed toward the door. 

"Aubin?" My Grand Master called from across the studio.

I turned around. "Yeah?" I asked.

"I know how hard it must've been to preform that kick. After all the training you have done, you are becoming an excellent student!" He grinned. "I am so proud!"
"Thanks!" I beamed.

He nodded his head once. "Go on home and tell your family I said hello,"

"Okay," I nodded and headed out the door of the studio.

The warm, Spring sun felt amazing as it splashed onto my face. Winter is over and I could already hear the birds singing.

"Come on, Aubin! I have seven stops to make this evening!"

Uh-oh, I thought as I sprinted toward the bus stop at the end of the road.

"Sorry Helen, I got caught up," I said to the bus driver as I climbed up the steps.

When it was my stop, I got off, thanked the driver and walked up the steps of my house to find a colorful flier with a man doing an dangerously high kick for a guy.

The flier read:

The challenge is here again! Compete against some fierce fighters, with amazing talents. Win the tournament and earn your title!

This was a flier for the annual Taekwondo tournament. This tournament is to show how good you are. This tournament will show you some amazing fighters. But most of all, this tournament will show you who you really are.

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