Chapter 15
I spent the last few months training myself on how to fight, determined to change myself, imagine with my new body size, it wasn't easy but because I didn't know what to do when the camps sleep at night; I sneak out into the frosty night of Paris.
The few boxing clubs I found had a member's only policy and because I didn't have any money or gadget to use for training online, I hide in the shadow and watched them from a distance.
I watched how the heavy bodies build men, fought among them, how they trained, the technique they were using. I had a quick brain, so watching and learning fast was not a problem with me. After spending weeks watching them, I went to my room to practice what I had picked up; of course, there was no boxing bag. The only powerful thing in my room then was my fridge, so it became my boxing bag.
The first time I tried, I ended up with a broken wrist not just one but two broken wrists, I couldn't write or hold anything down with it and no one even bothers to ask me what had happened, but that was okay Since I wasn't gunning for their sympathy.
Imagine a tiny piece of wood hitting a heavy metal, of course, it will shatter to pieces, But I didn't let the pain stop me, I trained harder than before; I hated anything sport, but I soon learned to love it, it was difficult to move or breathe with my malnutrition body, so you can imagine the pain I had felt running with it.
Sooner than later, I master the act. My fridge became a comfortable punching bag. My hands now looked like a shattered body, but it was okay,
I could go for days without eating, but I trained. I channel all anger, hatred, and pain into training. The thought of my revenge against Vivian Black when I see her gave me more strength and courage than I had ever imagine, it didn't matter what happened in the past or who was at fault, all that mattered to me was the present.
She wanted me dead when I was barely nineteen years old, so I intend to kill the Rose that she once knew and then be reborn again. With this tiny body, I will make this camp a living hell.
By the end of the six months, I resumed my class fully, of course, many people wasn't happy to see me, most especially the once forced to do the portion of my chores and the ones paid to make my life hell, as they're all watched me, I drew closer to my seat, ignoring the glare until one of my ex-bully approaches me, well it's time to put my six months training into the test.
"You slutty bitch," he raged, "so you were still alive. Why I had to do your work, ehhh." He required as he pushed me to a side,
With the students and teacher watching but pretended not to see; since he was the type that gets pissed off easily, this will be a piss of cake. Why, giving him the 'go fuck yourself glare' I replied him "so what?"
"What did you say?" he asked with a pissed off voice
"When you are given a job that's not yours, you are supposed to decline instead of winning like a little bitch," I turned to him "tell me Mr. bully are you are a little bitch?"
"You piece of shit."
He launched toward me, the wrong move; before he could land a perfect punch on my face, I kicked him hard on his groin,
"Ahhhhh, bitch." He grunts and falls to the ground.
While his knees were still yet to touch the ground, I punched him in his jaw and he went flying in a different direction. Murmuring filled the class hall, insult upon insult flew at me, but the instant I raised my head, they all went ridge.
I took my seat in silence. So did the others, and the class resume. I smiled. I love the outcome, and my death glare was the best. Likewise, I spent six months practicing without food or water. I expected nothing less.
But one show of strength would not push them to a corner, so I trained hard and prepare myself for anything.
The first thing they did was to give me an overloaded portion of workload, as there did before. With the look on their face, they probably expect me to prove stubborn, but I didn't. Instead, I worked on the same portion of chores the other students worked on, and it was reported.