Chapter 1: Life Isn't Fair
"Get down here dammit!"
My name's Logan. It's the first day of school and as usual, Michael is drunk and ready to hit me again. He's just a broken record that plays the same thing over and over again. Get a new script dude. Now... where did I put my gi?
"MIKE DID YOU DO LAUNDRY?!"
"For you? HA"
Of course not. Hahhh. Maybe it's still in the... yup. Right in the laundry basket where I left it. Still covered in tomatoes and mud I see. If I hadn't already said this, the people here (or anywhere really) don't really like me. Not us, just me. Apparently, a drunkard who harrases innocent girls is better than a kid just trying to go to school. Regardless, now that I'm dressed in my dirty gi and too-small shoes, I'm ready to make today a fantastic day. Ah, as usual...
"Hey, Mike! There's crap on the wall that needs to be cleaned again!"
"Then clean it before you leave!"
"Go to hell."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
Oops. I thought that was in my head. Oh well, time to cut out. And of course, as I jump over the fence I tear the already crappy gi that my mom left for me. Sorry, mom. I'll fix it when I get home. Anyway, shields up. I have to use my backpack to block whatever the townspeople decide to throw at me. Some days I even get some good stuff. Last week I got a halfway good apple for breakfast. It's almost become a daily game for them. As for me, it's good training.
First, it's Mrs. Beckman. Usually, she only throws some half moldy tomatoes and... yup, same as usual. Duck under the tomatoes and backflip to avoid old man James' cane. As I take one of the tennis balls off the bottom, I blow a raspberry at him, as is our routine. You'd think after a year of losing one every day, he'd be tired of buying new ones but to each their own I guess. WOAH!
I was so lost in thought that Ms. Tina almost hit me with a peach... Hold up...
"THERE WAS A SEED IN THERE YOU OLD HAG!"
"GO TO HELL!"
"THANKS FOR THE INVITE BUT I DON'T REALLY WANNA BE IN YOUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW!!"
As she walks inside, she doesn't forget to pause long enough to give me the finger. She's only twenty-five and honestly, I think she's just mad that I'm not old enough for her if you know what I mean. Anyway, now I can just run since no one else on this block has good- OW-... aim. Who the hell was that?
"Hey ya Lil bastard, is it not enough of a challenge without me?"
Crap. I forgot Mr. Alder moved to this street last week. He's got an amazing arm. I mean, it's nothing I can't avoid when I'm paying attention, but damn it hurts when I'm not. This time I see when he launches another apple at me and I catch it. It hurts my wrist a bit but nothing serious. It's got a worm in it but worms are a good source of protein so I thank him for breakfast and hightail it outta there.
Finally, I made it to school. Oh, come ON! Why is SHE standing at the entrance?
"THERE you are. Why are you late and... ew dirty?"
"Well good morning to you as well Jen. Sleep good? If you did then I assume no one else in your house did with that snoring problem you've got."
This is my childhood friend Jennessa. She's about the only person who's genuinely nice to me. Well... actually she's literally the only person who still likes me. I'm not really sure why though. She just kinda latched onto me around the same time my parents died and hasn't left since.
"And what took you so long?"
Oh dear god, please, no. It's the damn principal. He's been trying to be as cruel as possible towards me just so the king will be pleased. I hate this guy to the core. The only thing he said to me after my parents were killed was "too bad they left without taking their trash with them."
"And why are you so dirty?"
Seems like he won't get the hint if I just ignore him. I just need to hurry up and get away from this piggy bastard before-
"Aw come on Logan. We can't have you walking around in an outfit like that."
Ah... too late. Here comes the one and only Prince Williams. He's been a thorn in my side for forever.
"If you're gonna dye your gi... at least finish it!"
As he finished saying this, he dumped a bucket of red paint on me. He must've known there would be tomatoes on my gi and only one person could've told him. Thanks a lot, big bro.
"Wow. Your fashion sense is so A-1 that it's a shame you were born with a face like that."
Damn. Sometimes I just can't keep my mouth shut, even to save my life. I can see he's getting angry. Since he's not smart enough to have a good comeback, I assume my scheduled a** whooping is coming. Time to get into position.
"You're gonna regret that."
Thanks, bub but I really don't need the lame villain commentary. Regardless I'm now walking to the side of the building before I'm told to. Don't get me wrong, I could totally take his whole crew, but if there's so much as a scratch on the prince, I'm dead. After curling up on the ground and getting about twenty kicks to the stomach as the principal watches and smiles, it's finally time to go to class.
In class, we're once again going over the origins and nature of our ki since the prince is too slow to get it even after a whole year of repeating all this. Ki is the energy of a person's soul. Training your ki is the same as training your emotions, your body, and your mentality. All of these things are a part of what is called your "soul". Depending on your mentality, your nature will change. Depending on your emotional balance, your power's stability will change. Finally, depending on your body's state, your ability to use ki will change. The world is about harmony and so is ki.
After hours of doing the same thing, we finally have practical training. Of course, I'm paired with the prince. Why? Because they know that I know I'm on my last strike. If I so much as breathe too hard on him I might get expelled.
"Let's just hurry up and get this performance over with."
"Don't worry. I'll make this as painful as I can."
"Oh thank god. For a second there I thought this might actually hurt."
Everyone jeered and attempted to hold in their laughs. They know I'm funny but they all hate me and want to please the prince. As the fight starts, I have to continuously pretend to be hurt by these weak a** punches. I think he noticed I'm pretending after I accidentally jumped back too soon. The anger in his face made me smile involuntarily. Damn. He saw it
"It's real funny huh?!"
"Of course not your Highness. I was grimacing, not smiling."
"You lying BASTARD! It's okay to smile though. I smiled the same way six years ago."
What the hell is he talking about-... is he talking about my parents?
"Wasn't it funny when they screamed? You remember how they sounded when their flesh turned to scorched rotten meat?"
Relax Logan. This isn't the first time he's used them against you. Just calm down
"Do you remember why they had to die?"
"Yeah. Because I stopped you from raping someone when we were only nine years ol-"
"BECAUSE YOU DEFIED ME! But..."
Why is he getting so close and trying to whisper in my ear?
"...it was a great excuse for my father to take their ki centers."
...what? Was that the real reason? MY FATHER WAS AN HONORED KNIGHT! THEY KILLED THEM JUST FOR THEIR KI CENTERS?! My patience was thin... Now... it's GONE
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