blood & sweat [frisson]
Jun 21, 2015 15:15:25 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jun 21, 2015 15:15:25 GMT -5
Alfan Cryer |
Stepping down the stairs, I’d have my bag over my shoulder. Before I could get off the last step, I was already being called, ”Morning Alfan, have some breakfast.” The thought of breakfast when I have training, puts me off food. “I am off out, I don’t need breakfast.” As expected the stupid bitch protested, but as I walked past the kitchen door, my father is sat at the table, giving me the usual stern look. “Do as your mother said, Alfan.” He’d say, of course I complied with him, he has strings attached to me but soon I hope to cut them. My first week of ‘mainstream’ career training, I knew everything my dad taught be was useless crap. I had learnt and improved on more in a week, than my dad taught me in 5 years, he is shite. I couldn’t tell him that though. I had gotten into the routine of telling him I had great day training in the centre; I told him that everything he taught me was exactly the same there. It was all utter bullshit. The twins aren’t down, so I empty my plate of toast and eggs quickly, before all the chaos begins. Really they’re a pair of loud dim-witted sluts. Always at the heels of boys, forever bickering, they are hell. Although the kid sat opposite me is the most useless one. His face in his bowl of cereal, he doesn’t even speak nor do anything. I literally don’t see why my parents bothered to have any other kids after me, the last 3 are terrible. Swallowing the last sip of orange juice, I’d leave the table. ”Be safe Alfan, don’t get into any trouble.” Oh whatever stupid cow. My father didn’t bother wishing me any luck; he knew I didn’t need it. As I stepped into the hallway, one half of the twins are coming down the stairs. ”Ooh make sure you don’t get punched in the face Alfy!” Of course, my first day humiliation had gotten around the young folk of the district. Matt one of the well-known careers had literally slaughtered me in a training session. It went from a pleasant stick practice, to a full blown fight, just because I kicked him in the balls. We are learning to survive the games, not play fair. Cussing I leave the house and head out to the centre. Summer is in full bloom, the summer solstice is today and the days are long. At least from now on everything goes downhill; the days will get cooler, much easier to practice. Today I’ll work outside, the air is too humid to be stuck inside. The centre isn’t a far walk from home, slipping through the entrance; I’d head straight to the changing room. Pushing open the door, thankfully nobody was in there. Dumping my bag into the locker, I’d head out to the track. Yesterday I had a knife throwing session with my trainer; he is a real strict man, much better than my father. My trainer taught me accuracy, balance, nothing of which my father taught me. Today is a free day, I can train whatever I want, so I decided to work on my fitness. As expected the track is full of careers, great spectators for me to prove myself. Since the incident with Matt, I’ve decided to step up my game, suck up to other careers, try gain a reputation. So far I have slowly succeeded. Two days after my first, I actually hung out with a few careers after training. I easily gained some friends. Heading to the track, I began a steady jog, warming up my body. |
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