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 Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 10:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 10:22 pm
I have won my first fight. I fought with another of the fae, Varian. We have been in ballet lessons together for awhile now, and he is insulting, rude, and a whiny little bitchboy. I like that term 'bitchboy.' Kari taught me it.
We went to this Chuck E. Cheese place, and it was loud and awful, full of greasy pizza and smelly kids and screaming and shouting and crowds and everything bad. And he smashed pizza in my face. I tackled him and bit his ear and hit him, and his white outfit got all covered in blood. I hope he is scarred forever. I am scarred, but I like them. The ones on my right cheek will heal and fade, perhaps, but the ones on my left cheek are very, very deep. I like them. They are victory wounds. I won, and he can't argue with that.
Dad had to stop the fight, and he was so angry. He and mom lectured me as soon as I got home, but I got bored and stopped listening. They weren't as mad once they heard what he had done first, but they still grounded me. No swordfighting lessons for a week, and they threatened to enroll me in school like Yana and Eowyn and Dageus. I know they won't do it. I think they're afraid of what I can do. And it doesn't matter about no combat lessons; I can practice with Eowyn anyway.
Varian and I will fight again, and I will win again. He is bigger, but I am stronger and faster. I am smarter too, of course. He is a dumb bitchboy. What does he know?
Kayce
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