This Isn't Earth. It has some semblance to its East Asian Korean culture, but this isn't Earth, and this isn't Korea. Earth never had Gi or Mana or whatever the Instructor said. This leads to my greatest question, how did I get here, and how to I get back home?
It's while I'm having these thoughts that I get shoved into a wall. Stopping myself before hitting it, I turn around and see three male students. Plastered upon their faces is a wide shit eating grin.
The middle and probably lead of the three starts speaking, "Oh, Choehabu, didn't see ya there. Should be more careful when walking, don't know if you'll bump into someone."
The one left of him starts talking now, "Yeah, Choehabu, watch where you're going."
I look dumbfounded at these students. Were they bullying me? Is this what bullying is? I don't know, so I ask them, "Are you bullying me right now?"
They look at each other for a second before bursting out laughing. "Nah, nah, nah, we're just having some fun you know? Having some fun with our good ol' friend, Choe-ha-bu."
"The way you're speaking makes it sound like we were never friends. So you gonna cut the bull crap and be straight up, or you gonna continue your awful façade?"
"Oh, Choehabu, you hurt your good friends feelings." he says while gripping above his heart, "I missed you yesterday. Couldn't find someone to release my frustrations upon. Do you know what that does to me, Choehabu? It makes me MAD!"
He rushes at me, throwing a left hook. I bring my right foot back and lower my center of mass. His fist gets blocked by my elbow and I nail gut punch.
He backs off, surprised I blocked his attack and hit my own. I'm also surprised, isn't this body heavy? How was that so nimble?
I bring my hands up and start shaking them. "Time out, wait. Are you fighting me right now?"
His left cheek rises in confusion. "Yes, we are fighting. Why do you ask."
"And you're attacking me right now?"
"Yes, why are you asking.", he says more aggressively.
"Which means I'm defending?"
"Answer my damn question! Why are you asking!?"
I ignore his question once again. A smile breaks my lips into the widest grin I've ever had. "Which means, I can fight as hard as I want, and not get in trouble for it!" my speech gets shaky now, "Thank you, so much."
With that said I rush Lead. Throwing a punch as hard as I can, it only hits his left forearm. I hear my fist crack and creak, pain explodes from it. But I don't care, I don't care. I punch and kick and scratch and bite. I need this, a release for all the things that happened before and after I got here.
The two mates of Lead take a step back at my assault. I can see Lead's face and the slight terror in his eyes. Did this body ever do this before? Well don't worry, I'll take care of it for you. A swift punch to my stomach stops me dead in my tracks.
Another hit sends me sprawling to the ground. The taste of iron infects my mouth while blood seeps my the cut lip. I struggle to get up only to be brought to my feet by Lead. Lead knees my stomach twice before I kick his balls.
He crumples to his knees, clutching his sack, while I fall to the ground. I slowly rise to my feet, bruised and aching. "Don't go falling on me yet, I still got six more years of shit to go through, and you're my therapist."
I kick his jaw, sprawling him to the ground. Now that Lead is down for probably the count, his two buddies finally take action, done being stupefied. They both rush me, one kicking my right knee and the other's punch getting blocked by mine.
I fall to a knee before getting kicked again, this time in the face. Blood spurts from my broken nose as I fall onto my back. I try to rise to my feet but they kick me again, and again, and again. I curl up into a ball, guarding my head with my arms. It hurts so much tears start leaking from my eyes.
After a minute, Lead joins in the kicking. It goes on for another minute before a Teacher comes in, tagging along with a female student to break it up. When they're finally done and taken away to get reprimanded, my face is swollen, I'm beaten black and blue, and I am in extreme amounts of pain.
The student helps me rise to my feet and puts my tubby arm over her shoulder. "I'm bringing you to the Nurse's office, you'll be there for the rest of the day so I'll also bring your stuff."
"Yes, thank you." I respond.
We go by slowly due to me hobbling my injured knee. I look over to her, "Thank you for bringing the teacher, another minute or two and I'd have be sent to the hospital."
A curt, "You're welcome." is all the response I get. We walk in silence until eventually arriving at the nurse's office. She leaves to go grab my stuff that's still in the hall while I go through the door.
Hobbling inside, I see; six beds? How do they have so many beds in a nurse's room? Why doesn't America have more than a single bed in the nurse's office?
I hobble over to one of the beds and lay down upon it. Instantly relief floods my muscles and bruises. Though I did get my ass handed to me in that fight, I also relieved a lot of stress and tension.
My breathing slows and my eyes shut, thus ending both my first fight, and my first day at school.