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a machine in
a fight.
    We
sparred for four rounds before the coach stopped us.
    “You
guys did a good job. You're getting up there, too, Brian. You should be able to
get your own fight soon.”
    “Thanks,
Coach. Hopefully all this hard work will pay off,” he said.
    “Oh,
it always does. Look at Jet. He's one of the stars of the show, and he's
relentless in the cage.”
    “Yeah,
no kidding; he hits hard. You have a powerful right cross there, Jet.”
    “Thanks,”
I muttered.
    “Relax
for the rest of the day, Brian,” Coach offered.
    “Sounds
cool, Coach, thanks for letting me train with you guys today.”
    “Yeah, anytime.”
    “See
ya, Jet,” he waved at me, and I waved good-bye back.
    “He's
not a bad guy; he’s a decent fighter,” Coach said.
    “Yeah,
he's alright. Nothing to get bent out of shape about.”
    Coach
chuckled. “Okay, tough guy, let’s hit the weights, and then you are free for
the day.”
    He
tapped me on the back of the shoulder and we headed to the weight area. I hoped
that Brian got the message I had sent to him during sparring. Don't mess with me, guy.
     
    Chapter Five
    Natalie

 
    I
lay in bed, frustrated to no end. These days, school was getting the better of
me, and I was once again stumped on a project. At the beginning of the year,
all the professors had handed out the assignments for the year. So it wasn't
just the drawing class I was struggling with. I was also assigned projects for
my photography class, as well as my creative writing class. The creative
writing project was the one that plagued my existence on that particular sunny
Tuesday afternoon. The project was to create a story from scratch, not a
particularly long one. It wasn't like I had to prepare a full length novel, but
I did have to create a story, and it could be fiction or nonfiction. I had
realized throughout my creative studies so far that writing wasn't particularly
my strong suit. Certainly I could create something marvellous if I put my mind
to it, but it did not come naturally to me, as it did for others.
    I
looked up as my bedroom door swung open, and Julie came in, holding a mug.
    “I
brought you some green tea with lemon. Maybe it will spark some creative
juices.”
    “Aw,
thanks. But you probably should have brought some tequila. This is so not going
well.”
    “Hey,
that might actually work. Weren't most of the famous writers all drunks anyway?
That might be the key to it all.”
    I
laughed. “I don't think drinking this semester has worked in my favor at all.
If anything, it's just made me dumber.”
    “Well,
that is true in some cases.”
    “Hey!”
    She
laughed. “Well, enjoy your tea. I'm hitting the shower, so I will check on you
in a bit. Happy writing!”
    I
smiled as she left. I loved Julie; she was such a great friend. I sipped slowly
on the tea, to avoid burning my lips. It was the perfect addition to my morning―a
little bitterness with a touch of sweetness. I could never drink green tea
without lemon, it just wasn't tasty enough. Okay, I needed to focus. I took
another sip of tea, and set it down on the bedside table. I took pencil to
paper, and started scrolling down some ideas that I thought would be solid
starting points. Once I finished, I felt vaguely proud, and started reading
over the ideas one by one. As I did that, I started crossing them off one by
one. They were terrible ideas, and certainly not very original. Just like with
my drawing assignment, I really wanted to open the eyes of my professors
creatively. I wanted them to see I could make a mark on the world, that I
wasn't just another artist who stumbled through the school hallways, never
really going anywhere in life. No, I truly believed I was meant for greatness,
and I did not want to be lazy on any assignment. This was my future, and I was
determined to work hard for it.
    I lay
back on my bed, and nestled my head into the pillows. I thought long and hard
about what I could do for my project. The last thing I