Saturday, November 3, 2018

Fists and Peanuts pt 1

When Mom was alive, Sundays were church. Church was her community, and the support our family needed in hard times, but it was not my community.

My community? We met after church, coach had a setup in what used to be an abandoned school. Between the track and gym, it was a pretty good spot to setup some bags and train. Boxing helped me keep my stress under control, met a few friends, and while not a rising star or anything, I’d say I’m pretty good.

“Hey, Elma, you’re late!”

“Hey Coach, check your watch, five minutes early and I’ve already done a couple rounds of the block.”

“What’s that on your forehead? Doesn’t look much like sweat to me, El, what did you do, burn it off’a yer forehead?”

“Ha ha. Very funny. So, why’d you call me here so early?”

“El, police booked a couple kids, you know the story, troubled home, troubled past. Anyways, they’ve been enrolled here, learn some discipline, hopefully keep ‘em outta trouble. You’ve been with the club for a few years, and I could use some help teaching ‘em the basics, whaddya say?”

“Going to have to cut practice short then, you know Liam and I get dinner after practice, sooo. Well. where are we starting? Form, fitness?”

“Well, Casca’s in need of discipline before anything else. She needs fitness, but will respond better to just punching things. If you can take her under your wing, start with bags and form, I’ll handle her brother. Rafael’s a Two Skin type Invisititus, the sun hurts him and he’s more sensitive to pain, I’ll be working on fitness with him.”

“Alright, when should we expect them?”

“I did call you here early, should be here any minute now.”

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