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“A little girl like you can’t beat a man!”
I heard an annoying voice in my ear as I tried to walk to practice.
This tall man was trying to challenge me at eight, early in the morning, and good for him- i’ll knock his lights out so he can nap longer.
I scoffed “You’d better find you something safe to do.”
Living in the ghettos was hell, and it was especially worse when you couldn’t walk to practice without an envious person wanting to challenge you to prove that the B division is weak.
Fucking try me so you can find out how weak this division is.
He catches up to me as he’s walking, towering over me. “Forget that. You ain’t gonna do none, ‘Weak ass bull’”, he walked behind me like he was in my pants. “Unless, you ain’t afraid you’ll scare off those scouts looking at ya.”
I hated that nickname, The Bull this- The Bull that.
All that nickname does is attract a shitload of enemies at my door, waiting to beat me up.
Not like they can.
“I’m not repeating myself.” I held myself back telling myself to wait until he attacks first, but looks like I wouldn’t have to much longer, he grabbed my jacket and pulled, sending me back.
But I didn’t fall, Hell no.
No words, I didn’t say a thing, I just put my hands up and he caught the hint.
“BAM”
He barely lasted longer than my quickest matches.
“Ughh..” I heard him groan, and all that did was prove my point.
Nobody can beat my ass.
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