> Zap of Love
>  by MyLittleGeneration
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> "So... New Kid?"
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		I rolled out of bed once the sun rose, and immediately when I move, I fall off. "Oof!" I grunted as I landed on the floor. "Well, good morning to me, I guess."

I'm Blue Blitz, a guy who's fast and furious. Dark-blue, medium-length, masculine hair, with blue eyes, and white skin. I seemed cool to myself, not to be a narcissist. I WAS from another city, Vanhoover, but let life bless me with something new. New house? Yup. New city? Yup. New school? ...Yup... I hated it. Canterlot...

The house is nice and all, but I hated moving. Everyone does, and while they get used to it, I'm very certain many don't. Including myself, of course. And besides, the school here, Crystal Prep, is said to be rude and snotty. I hated that, and can only wish that it wasn't true. Matter of fact, there was said to be some sort of... incident. They never really explained the incident, but I will know soon enough.

Something about how serious the school was when it came to competition, and some sort of wicked principal, whose name I believe was Cinch. Something about crazy magic from some fire-haired girl and her friends used to stop some 'Twilight Sparkle' from killing some other school in Canterlot, in which some sort of battle happened... Uh... Yeah... giving me a warm welcome to my mind. I liked school, especially the students, whom I can befriend, but not everyone can be your friend, and here, it might just state that. The city looked fine, showing off some luxurious design, but still, had it's parts.

I was a little nervous, but hey, live life. Maybe it isn't so bad after all? Nah...

So anyways, I got up and dressed. My usual blue hoodie with a black shirt and white jeans. No, silly goose, I had to wear the Crystal Prep uniform. A school with a strict law to wear a uniform... How exciting. I dress up, and head downstairs to go do the usual morning. "Morning, son." said my father, Caesar Fire. He was a cop, and was moved over to this city specifically, which is why we're here, and he was strong, buff, and funny, too. He had black, caesar hair, with white eyes and orange skin. "Ready for school?" he asked.

"Boy, am I always." I said sarcastically.

"Hey," he said in a soft tone. "I know you don't like moving, and neither do I. We moved all the time, me and my family, and it wasn't the best thing. You had lots of friends back at Vanhoover, but hey, had to move here so I can do my job." He looked down. "A job I respect and yet hate at the same time."

If you're curious why, it was because he loved being a cop, but had to do something he regretted. My mother was... a little crazy. She was a drug dealer, secretly, and one day, she was caught red-handed. My dad was there, and told her to drop her gun. She didn't listen, and dad was crying. He loved mom so much, but when she tried to pull the trigger, his partner pulled the trigger on her. She wasn't shot dead, but she was definitely injured. Right through her right leg. He hated that day they arrested her, and soon eventually, she died in prison from suicide.

It hurt both me and my dad. Dad was heartbroken, but he did manage to go through it. Yet, it doesn't mean he hasn't stopped thinking about it...

"Hey, you just do your work, alright?" I told him. "You're the best dad a guy can have, right?" He smiled and hugged me.

"I am." He let go. "Now, eat your pancakes, and get going. Don't miss the bus."

I walked towards the stop. A group of kids stood there, and I walked towards them. "Hello." I said, greeting myself. But, as I expected, they all glared at me. "Jeez, harsh crowd." I mumbled to myself. All of them, of course, wore the Crystal Prep uniform. Though, now that I look at it, they look pretty ruthless. Especially with those... glares.

But actually, most of them were glaring at me. A girl with lime-green hair and pink skin, including a huge smile on her face waved at me. "What's up?" she asked. She gave me a quick high-five. "Say, who are you? Never seen any guys like you before."

"Oh, uh, Blue Blitz." I introduced myself. "You?"

"Lemon Zest! Always glad to see new people!" she said in joy. She had headphones on and was listening to some song on her IPod. "Dude, you should listen to this!"

"Oh, no thanks, I-" Too late. She put the headphones on me and my ears were ringing. God, that's so loud. How did I not hear the music when I'm in front of her?

"Cool, huh?" she asked. It was playing a hardcore dub-step with bass drops and everything. I wasn't much of a fan, and I took them off and handed them back.

"Uh, yup." I lied, ears ringing violently. Any second, blood will drop, I swear.

"Well, hey, you seem new. Are ya?" she asked, still smiling with her headphones on. I'm surprised how she could hear. 

I nodded. "Straight from Vanhoover."

"Compton?" she questioned.

"No, Vanhoover." I repeated.

"Maneuver?"

"VANHOOVER!" I shouted. Zest nodded and gave me a thumbs up, while everyone else glared at me like I was a mad man. "Ayayaya..."

"Oh, Vanhoover." she said, finally hearing me. "Such a nice place. Their hockey team should totally win the Stanley Cup."

"Yup... Totally..." I really didn't like the way they looked at me. Not Zest, she's fine, rather kinda sweet. Just the glares these guys are giving. Is it true that they are bad? Snotty? Rude? Impolite? I'm no fancy pants and whatnots, but hey, I hate those kinds of guys. And I hoped that this wasn't the case. I mean, this girl looked sweet and promising.

So, the bus came by and stopped. It opened its doors, and I came in last. I looked around. Crowded, full of students from this school. Still, glares ahoy. Did I look threatening or evil? I did nothing at all and they just keep staring at me. I didn't care, I just kept going. Eventually I got to the back. Lemon Zest was nice, but she had a bus buddy, so that's no good. Which means either that really big muscular guy that looks like he can break Batman's spine or-

Holy crap. I looked at the far back on the right, only to see a girl who looks daring and dashing. A girl with light yellow-white skin, wearing lightning bolt earrings and goggles underneath her deep blue hair. Her hair was loose; it wasn't tied up. It's not really flowing; it's rather stiff. It falls down towards her shoulders, but never passes them, kinda like a large mo-hawk, let's say, er, sort of. And it really has quite a lot of volume. She looked pretty tough. AND she was open. Maybe I can sit next to-

"Who are you?" she asked me as I approached her. I froze in place.

"Uh..." I said, not knowing what to say.

"Psst!" Lemon said to the girl, since she's in front. "He's a new kid! Blue Blitz!"

"Blue Blitz, huh?" she questioned. I was starting to slightly sweat. "Yeah, sure. You can sit." She scooted over and allowed me to sit next to her. She looked out the window and Zest gave me a little thumbs up.

"You're welcome." she whispered in my ear, before facing front.

"So... new kid?" the girl asked. "Blue Blitz?"

"Yeah. That's my name." I answered.

"Well, is being awesome and cool your game?" she asked.

"Particularly."

"Alright then. We'll do well. Indigo Zap." she said, introducing herself.

"Nice name." I commented, then blushing after realizing what I said.

"Oh! Uh... thanks." she said before turning to look out the window, yet I could see a nice reflection of her face, and she was blushing. She turned back, no blush. "So what school? Baltimare? Las Pegasus?"

"Vanhoover." I answered.

"Cool!" she said. "I heard Vanhoover's a nice place. Is it a nice school?" I nodded. "Yeah, I bet it was. But this school's gonna be badder, bigger, better! Trust me, kid. MUCH better."

I softly smiled. "Alright. I'll take it from you. Say, uh, I don't think you'll mind this, but..." I leaned in closer to speak quieter. "What is this 'incident' that happened?"

Glares fired at me. Every kid supposedly heard me, except for Lemon, who was headbanging to some song. Indigo coughed. "Uh, what incident?" she said out loud. She then mouthed, 'Just pretend you don't know.', which I raised my brow on, but decided to go with it.

"Oh, I thought there was. My mistake." I looked at everyone. "Carry on." They all faced forward and continued doing whatever, before Zap pulled me close to whisper.

"Listen, I'll tell you later. But not here. There was an 'incident', but don't worry, it's nothing to be afraid of." she whispered. I slowly nodded before we suddenly stopped. Wow, we were here already.

The bus doors opened and we all got out. Yet, in my mind, I thought about this incident. So there was one? One: What is it? And two: How horrible is it? If people glared at me viciously from hearing me ask about it, then it must mean something. Right? Or am I just intimidating or something?

Well, who knows. School is now, so let's do it.
> Friends and Enemies
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	I was next to Indigo while we were walking towards the doors, soon entering the cafeteria to go and wait for bell to ring, supposedly. While we sat at a table, along with Lemon Zest, Indigo asks me a question.

"Say, what classes do you have?" she asked. I pull out my schedule. I go over it all, and Indigo nods. "Huh, you got me in gym and lunch."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yup. Third hour, you got me. And actually, you could meet my other friends."

"OH! You'll like our friends!" said Lemon.

"I will?" I questioned. "Not to be rude or be an ass, but why?"

"Well, they're just cool." she answered. "You'll see for yourself. They are all in gym class AND lunch. Even me! Except I have you for an extra class, which is just your last class, History."

"Well then, I'll see you guys in a bit?"

"Yeah. Totally!" said Lemon. The bell then rang, and we went to our classes. Boy, that was better than I thought it would be. Indigo Zap... What a nice name. Wonder if we- Nah, she probably has a boyfriend. OR matter of fact, has a crush on some other hot guy, cause ,no homo, I did see some crazy good-looking guys being surrounded by pretty girls and such. Well, she's still a nice person. Maybe we can stay friends? We'll just wait and see...



So time does whatever it wants, and eventually, I enter third hour. I grab my gym gear out of my backpack from my locker, and move towards the gymnasium. I was actually excited. Not just because of seeing Indigo and her friends, but I just, for some reason, love gym. I'm a great runner, have good endurance, and usually become a gym teacher's favorite.

Onwards, I walk into the gym and then towards the lockers. "Hello." said a voice from behind. Immediately, I meet a buff man who has white hair in a ponytail, and had huge biceps. "My name is Macho Man. Super Macho Man." he said crossing his arms, grinning with a gold tooth shining. He was so Califoalnian. "You the new kid the staff told me about?"

"Blue Blitz." I said.

"Yup." he said, looking at his checklist. He handed me a lock. "Locker 350. Just get it, lock it, dress, and just head towards me, kid."
I nodded, and did the following. I went to the locker, did my lock quickly a couple of times, and eventually geared up. "Hey, kid," said a tough voice behind me. "What's your name?"

I look behind to see three dudes. One was tall, one was short, and the one in front was just about the size of Macho Man, except smaller. Either way, he was average height like me.

"Uh, Blue Blitz. You-"

Immediately, I get interrupted with chuckles like it was a stupid name. "Uh... what's so funny?" I ask.

"It's stupid." said the small kid, as I guessed. He had brown skin, with black and yellow hair, which to me looked very stupid. "What kind of name is that?"

"And what the hell kind of hair is that?" I ask, pointing at his hair. He immediately hides it.

"No one talks to Rocky Light like that." said the tall guy. "He more better than you." He had pale white skin with blonde, short hair. He wasn't in uniform yet, but was rather in the middle of it, only having his gym shirt on, which was awkward. "More smarter, too."

"Whatever you say, pal." I said, rolling my eyes. "What do you even want?"

"Well, just never saw a guy like you before." said the front guy, who had yellow skin with brown hair. "We were looking forward to being... friends! Yeah, friends." More like looking for trouble. These guys didn't have the friendly look. "What do ya say?"

"Well, who are you?" I ask.

"Rocky Light," He pointed at the small guy. "Mountain Red," He pointed at the tall guy. "And I'm the baddest man on the planet, Sand Man."

"Sand Man?" I asked. And you thought my name was dumb...

"Yeah, got a problem?" he asked back.

"Well, you said I had a stupid name."

"But it is!" yelled Rocky.

"But anywho, your name sounds just as stupid. Listen, I'm just gonna-"

"What?" said Sand as I put on my gym shorts.

"Woah, dude, calm down." I said. He looked red already. God damn he had an angry look. It's like I called him fat, which he isn't, but it was an example. I wasn't even gonna say anything negative.

"Calm down?" he said. "Listen, noob, I was just gonna introduce you to this school. Us badasses, and wanted you to join. BUT, since you wanna be a pussy, which you are being right now-"

"Let's go!" yelled Macho Man.

"I'll see you later." he said in a warning tone. "Douche." he mumbled. Well... that was odd. But, looks like an intro to classic bullies, eh? I talked basically with some girls here, but boys, I dear God hope they aren't like this.

I step out with my gym uniform, and sit in the spot where Macho put me. Yet what I realized... Zap was diagonal from me. She was on the very bottom right of the class, in front of Lemon Zest, and sat there with legs crossed. Across from me yet was a girl with very short light violet hair with dull pink highlights and has a flower in it. She looked at me.

"Woah!" she said, just realizing I was there.

"Um... hello." I said, greeting myself.

"New guy?" she asked. I put my finger up and was about to answer, until she spoke again. "Let me guess. Blue Blitz?"

"How did you know?" I asked raising my brow.

"Zap told me. She told all of us about you."

"ALL?" I asked.

"Well, me and the others. Friends."

"Ah." I said, nodding my head. "So, you must be one of her friends."

"Yep. Name's Sunny Flare."

"Nice to meet-"

"Ssh!" Sunny shushed me.

"Wha-" I then realize the teacher looking at me.

"Class is now, Blitz." he said strictly. "Just remember that. You can talk during our little game." There were some chuckles coming out of you-know-who. Rocky, Mountain, and that other guy, Sand Man. I saw Sunny roll her eyes at them. Even Zest, who was facepalming, too.
Macho checks everyone, then talks to us. "Alright, class, today we'll be doing a classic."

"Dodgeball? Again?" said Rocky.

Macho stared at him. "No." he said. "We didn't even play it that much. Instead, we're playing kickball! Now since it is a little dark outside due to possible rain, we're doing it inside. Simple as that. Besides, we know the rules right? And yes, you CAN throw the balls at people and get them eliminated that way." He grabbed a ball. "Stand." he ordered, and his wish was our command.

We stood tall and were put on two teams. I was put on the outfield team, with Lemon, Sunny, and Indigo. Along with other kids, of course. Eventually, Lemon walked up to me. "Yay! We're all on the same team!" Next to her was a girl with light indigo skin, and white hair with slightly bluer highlights. She pushed up the glasses she was wearing. "Oh! You never met!"

"Nope." said the girl.

"Well, Sugar Coat, Blue Blitz! Blue Blitz, Sugar Coat!" Lemon said.

"Well, nice to meet you." I said.

"Suppose same here." she said. "So, I heard you were from Vanhoover?"

"Indigo?" I asked.

"No, Lemon told me." she answered. "But let's ignore that. What do you think of our school?"

"Pretty cool." I honestly said. "It's neat."

"Neat." she quietly said. "I just hope you're just enjoying yourself."

I raise a questioning brow. "Why so?"

"Oh, because... because guys here aren't the best."

I rolled my eyes. "You can say that again."

"Guys here aren't the best." She softly smiled. "But, you seem fine to me. Just don't be like those pricks who should consider to stop talking, and we'll be good. Really."

"Oh, and here's Sour Sweet!" Lemon pulled a girl from the crowd to me. She had light yellow skin with freckles, and had pink hair with some green highlights. "You know what they say! First they're sour, then they're sweet." She smiled wide.

"Hello." said Sour Sweet.

"Hello." I said back.

"What's your name again? Blue Ritz?"

"Blue Blitz." I corrected.

"Ah, I knew that." she said. "So, welcome to Crystal Prep! And if you hate it, oh well. There is news that we are bad, but..." She trailed off. "We're good now. Just don't let it bother you."

"What?" I ask. "You mean the-"

"It'd be best to not say it." said Sugar.

"Seriously, what is it?" I asked, wanting to know.

"Soon." said Indigo, who came up from behind. I turn around to see her. I then take a closer and better look at her. Her shorts were pretty tight on her, and her shirt was slightly small, but I didn't mind, not to be perverted. She looked cool. "Again, I'll tell ya. I'm sure you'll get it and won't hate the school and us." And I just only wondered if I will...

"I mean, is this like some-" I was then interrupted by Indigo.

"Listen, kid, it's nothing to know now." she said in a rude tone. She then sighed. "Listen... I'm sorry. Didn't mean to go like that. Just you've heard some things, and we'll tell you what is true and what isn't. Is that alright?"

I slowly nodded, deciding it might be for the best. Didn't want to lose friends right now... Though God knows if these might be my friends if some truth like this is being shushed. "Alright. Later it is."

Eventually, the game was set and ready. Time to kick some balls. Kickballs.

> Kicking Balls
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	This already looked like it was competitive. Sharp eagle eyes from the opponents, their stance was ready to kick the ball to Uranus. I was waiting for the ball to be rolled by Sunny Flare. "Come on!" said the kicker, who was Rocky. I was now pumped to just get this guy out based on how annoying he sounded.

Sunny rolled the ball and he ran up, then kicking the ball high in the air. Not like a home run, but more like a fly ball almost hitting the ceiling. As it soared, I got under it and immediately caught it. And it got him out. "Out!" Macho shouted, making Rocky fall and give the teacher a 'What?' face. He slouched and marched back to the end of the line waiting to kick.

"Nice catch." Lemon complimented. "This is gonna be easy as pie."

Next couple of kicks, it eventually led to three outs. No points in the game so far. So, we came up to board. It was in alphabetical order, so I was in second. The first guy kicked it like a meteor and he ran to second base. Me, I have no idea. I'm a fast runner, but I don't know if I have a strong foot.

Little did I know the pitcher was- "Let's do this, Mountain!" Mountain...

He gave me a stupid look, and looked like he was gonna pitch a fast one. Yet, it was a horrible pitch. Very... very slow.

I ran up and kicked it as hard as I could, almost slipping after I kicked it. It was in the bleachers, and immediately, Rocky ran to go get it. Yet, I 
was very fast, and was already at second base. When it comes to running, I used all my energy because it felt good. Rocky claimed the ball and threw it towards me, which I ducked it. Then I touched home base after the first guy did.

The team cheered, and two points were added. Mountain growled and Rocky kneeled in shock. "Wooooooooooow." Rocky said out loud. I walked to the back of the line, getting high-fives from everyone, including Indigo and her friends.

"Knocked it out of the park!" Sour screamed.

"Way to go, kid." Indigo complimented. "Nice speed."

"Eh, I was born that way." I said with a grin. "But really, it's nothing."

And so on, so forth, couple of minutes passed, and stuff happens in the game, but nothing too exciting. It was still our game with 2-0. Then, Sand Man stepped up to plate. He grew a smirk on his face. He cracked his knuckles really loudly, making some cringe, and eventually, he put himself in position. One base held a student.

"Whatcha waiting for, Sunny?" he asked. "Scared?"

Sunny narrowed her eyes, and rolled the ball really fast, that even Sand couldn't kick it.

"Strike one!" yelled Macho.

"Huh, strong arm." Sand complimented. "But still, you still look a little cowardly, right?"

Once again, fast roll, missed kick, and it brought a strike two.

"Strike two!" Macho yelled. "One more, you're out!"

"This guy's being a pain in my ass, you know." Sunny whispered to me.

"Tell me about it." I said rolling my eyes.

"Do it." Sand ordered. And Sunny rolled the ball.

And immediately, the ball was kicked, and was flying faster than you can blink. Which resulted in one thing.

"Ow!"

My face.

I was launched back from a booming ball kicked by an iron foot, and I felt like a giant fist punched me. The ball still went after it knocked me down and further away from where I stood. "Oh..." I groaned. I was wincing a bit, and tried to get up. And soon, Sand was on second base, running quick. The ball was thrown at him, but the ball missed horriblyterribly. It was next to me, so I clutch it quickly.

And threw it as hard as possible. And it knicked him in the back, right as he touched the base. "Wah?" he questioned, looking behind him and seeing me. "You're kiddi-"

"You're out!" yelled Macho. "No points added! Still 2-0! Switch!"

Sand clutched his fist. "Oh, that little son of a-"

"Just consider being pitcher." said Sugar, who passed him.

"Oh, shut up." he mumbled.

And little did I know, I was up next. Jeez, already? And I was face-to-face with Sand, Rocky, and Mountain. "Whatcha waiting for?" I teased Sand, who was the pitcher.

"Nothing." He quickly rolled it and though I didn't even kick it, it hit my foot and flew far, which surprised me and some others.

"Run!" Macho ordered. "It's a kick! Go, dude! Go!"

I rushed as fast as I could, almost tripping at some instances. Rocky grabbed the ball and threw it, and missed horribly. Mountain did the same when he got it, too. I was already at third base and the team was going wild.

"RUN!" Lemon Zest screamed. "For the team!"

"Just give me the ball, fool!" Sand yelled at another guy grabbing the ball that missed me twice. He threw it to him. "Stay down!"

He threw it at me, and then the term, 'Third time's the charm', was shown. At the last step, I was knocked away in the gut.

"Oof!" I grunted. It hurt me like a punch to the gut. This guy has a good arm. I collapsed, holding my stomach hard. "Oh, that's gonna hurt." I said to myself.

"You alright, kid?" Macho asked, coming towards me. I nodded, being a man. "Alright." He looked at Sand Man. "Hey, a little easier, alright, kid?"

"Gotcha." said Sand Man, smirking when Macho turned his head.

I got up and moved to the back of the line. "It was close." Lemon said. "You alright?"

"Like I said, I'm fine." I said, holding my stomach.

"Damn, he got you good." Zap noted.

"Clearly."



The game ended minutes later, ending with the score being 3-0. I retreated to the locker room, and took off my shirt. I saw a huge mark on my stomach, and I was shocked to see such a hit do that to me. It wasn't like a bad bruise, but it was a smallgood one. I put on my shirt and get into school uniform again. "He got you really good." said someone from behind.

"Oh my God, shut-" I turned around, only to see a different man. I saw a kid who was average height, blue skin, black, long hair, and green eyes.

"Woah, just saying." he defended. "Don't get feisty, mate."

"You friends with-" I was whispering, but he answered instantly.

"Nonononono." he answered. "Sand Man? Please. I hate the kid." He looked at Sand, then back at me. "Name's Fin. Balor Fin."

"Blue Blitz. I'm new if you haven't noticed." We shook hands wearing school uniform. "What classes do you have next?"

He explained me his schedule, but the only class me and him have is gym, which is now. "Dang, dude." he said. He looked at the clock. "Oh shoot! Gotta go. See ya later?"

"Sure!" I said, and we walk out of the locker room.

Eventually, the bell rings, and one more hour passed, then leading to lunch. And only two things popped in mind: I hoped the food was worth it, and I hoped that I have more conversations with Indigo's friends, but more importantly to Indigo.
> What REALLY Happened
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	I walk inside the cafeteria, then searching for a seat to sit. There was a vacant seat next to Lemon, so I walked on over. "Hey, Zest." I said.

"Sup." She had a plate with a slice of pizza with a slice of lemon and chocolate milk. "Get some food! The food is great!" She stuffed her mouth full of pizza.

"Alright, be right back." I rushed into the back of the cafeteria where food laid. I just get the lunch of the day, which was cheap, and it was a simple hot dog on a bun with a salad and apple juice. I get the lunch, pay for it, then come back, only to see the rest of her friends, excluding Indigo, at the table. "Perfect." I said to myself.

"Hey, Blue!" said Sour. "You still alright? From the ball?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, rubbing my stomach a little bit. It still had a little pain, but it's better at least. "So, what's up with you girls?"

"Oh, nothing." Sugar answered. "Just listening and doing what the teacher commands. Doing the simplest of things."

"Same." said Sour. "I'm in the same class she's in. Only that she likes the class, and I don't."

"What class-"

"Algebra." she immediately answered before I asked the question. "Sugar is a genius at everything. Meanwhile, I'm not the smart type when it comes to math. You know, cause damn teachers don't know a thing!"

"Well, you just don't pay attention well, to be honest." Sugar stated.

"I do! It's just... Ah, forget it!"

"Well, you need help in anything?" I ask.

"Nah, it's alright." she said, pinching her forehead. "I'm good. Just everything's gone from so sweet to SO SOUR." Sour gritted her teeth. "Teachers..."

"Tell me about it." I looked behind to see Indigo walk over with a plate of two chicken wraps and a fruit salad. "Got yelled at by teach when some other idiot was doing stupid crap. Thought I was the one!" She sat across from me, and ate some of her salad. "So, how are you guys doing?"

"Good." we all answer.

"Well, that's good, I suppose." she said.

I then remember the thought of the incident. Still didn't know what the hell it was, but it was bothering the hell out of me. "Uh, sorry to bring this out of the blue," I said. "But, uh, about the... incident?"

The girls looked at me. Sour spoke. "Uh, I don't think you should-"

"Do you really wanna know what happened?" Indigo interrupted. "Cause we'll tell ya."

"Indigo-" Lemon spoke, but Indigo interrupted.

"It's alright, Zest. Besides, I'm sure he'll still be fine." She took a deep breath. "Listen, what we are telling you is all true. No fiction, all history. And when we say history, that means it's in the past. We're better now."

"What do you-" I spoke, yet interrupted by once again Indigo.

"Just listen." She took another deep breath. "Back then, we were... assholes. Let's face it, girls." The girls slowly nodded in agreement. "We were a school full of snobs and bullies, and could care less for the other schools. We were dominant in sports, and loved to tear the others apart, especially Canterlot High, our rivals. There's this thing called the Friendship Games,  it's where we face off against Canterlot in a 'friendly sport'. We always won, until this year." She crossed her arms. "It was a slight moment where we realized that things... weren't good. That we were doing bad, following the principal's stupid attitude. We had some magic shit happen. For real."

I raised a brow. "Magic... stuff... Really?"

"It's true!" Zest exclaimed. "All of it! One of our students became a demon, then another girl from the other became an angel, and it was crazy! Yet, we almost lost some kids, or Canterlot did."

Indigo softly smiled. "And that's when we knew. We came to help them up from cracks in the ground, and we changed our ways. We became a better person, and though we lost, it was still, oddly, a memorable time. Crazy stuff happens, dude."

I just sat there, twitching an eyebrow. Then both. "So... you changed your bad ways to good?" They all nodded. "And in the reason because Canterlot students were gonna die in a friendly game because a demon and angel fought? Not from underground, not from above, but they were both students?"

They all nodded again, this time slowly. "Yeah. It's true." Sugar admitted. "That's just about it."

Lemon then asked me a question. "You... You still don't think different of us, right? I mean, this might just be sudden and all, but you won't judge us now, right?"

I thought deeply. "We changed now, Blue. We're different. Honest." Misty added.

"You know..." I spoke. "I'm fine with it."

"REALLY?" all the girls asked.

"Sure. If you really are damn honest of the whole story, then we're just about fine. And hearing that you kinda saved lives, it sounds like you really have changed. So, I'm in. Though, did ALL of you change?" I ask.

"Nope." Misty answered immediately. "This school still has it's old bars. Though, many have changed, like us."

"Sadly, it is true." said Lemon. "But, dude, you can trust us. Say, did you meet anyone that was so bad? You kinda look like you dealt with some problems."

"What?" I said. "You mean, you don't remember that one dick?"

"Who?" Indigo asks with some aggression like she's gonna teach the kid a good lesson.

"Sand Man." I instantly respond. Everyone then widen their eyes.

"Oh... him?" Indigo asks, this time a little softer. "Yeah..."

"What do you mean 'yeah', Indigo?" Sour asked. "He's one of those people who doesn't care for anyone! He used to be so sweet and cute like a knight until he became the biggest bastard."

"He's not a good friend." Sugar added. "I've been friends with him before one day, but then later, consider the friendship to be gone. He's nothing but a stuck-up jerk."

"So sour!" Lemon said, making a gagging sound.

"Right, Indigo?" Sour asked Zap.

"Yeah..." Zap answered, slouching in her seat.

"You alright, Indie?" Lemon asked her, resting her hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just the food got a little uneasy there for a sec."

"KK." Lemon said with a soft smile. "But yeah, he goes a little too far."

"Again, I got that note." I said, laying my head on my hand.

"You might get used to him. He'll be less annoying, but will still be a prick." Misty said.

"Well, I am living here, so might as well." I shrugged and continued eating.

We continued eating and finished, but there was still time, so we chatted more.

"So, sports?" I ask. "Clubs? Anyone?"

Lemon nodded. "Baking class!" she said in joy. "Sweets ahoy, dude! Maybe I can have you try some of my desserts!"

"She does make some good treats." Misty admitted. "For me, I have no sports or clubs. Just sit back and relax."

"I'm a soccer player." Indigo answered. I raised my brow.

"Really?" I ask. "That's awesome!"

"Thanks." she responded.

"I do drama club." Sour answered. "Acting is pretty fun."

"Well, I do some geek stuff." Sugar said. "I do math and biology club."

"I don't mind." I said. "I don't mind nerds."

"Geeks." she corrected.

"Same thing, right?" I ask.

"To you, I suppose." she said.

"Well, I just wanted to know what you guys do, that's all." I said. "Any clubs that are open still? I mean, it's into the school year right now, but I was wonder-"

"Boxing!" Indigo said. "Boxing is about looking for some people."

I raised a brow and slouched back a bit. "Boxing?" I ask. "There's boxing in high school?"

"As crazy as it is," Sugar said. "It is true. Boxing is a sport."

"It proves toughness and durability. It's actually a huge thing here in Crystal Prep!" Indigo said. "You should totally join!"

"Really..." I said with a smile. "Well, my grandpa was a boxer in the Golden Gloves, and he even got a little title reign..." I thought deeply about this... sport that somehow managed to slide in school. "Yeah. I might give it a shot. Count me in!" I raised my hands in the air like I suddenly turned into Boulder Balboa.

"Yeah! And beat Sand Man!" Sour screamed.

"Wha?" I said, freezing in place. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Sour questioned. "Haven't you seen and heard?"

I shook my head. "What?"

She pointed at the hallway through the doors, which a picture of Sandman with boxing gloves was clearly seen. He had a golden title belt wrapped around his waist as he showed off his guns in the pose. Shirtless and wearing orange shorts. He looked like he meant business. "Sand Man is a boxer. An undefeated boxer, specifically. We have a little boxing season AND tournament for the school every year, and he always wins. He's looking forward to getting a triple-crown. Only one man has claimed it, and this scum thinks he has what it takes."

"Woah." I said in reaction. "And you said I can join?"

"Well, I want you to be safe, sweetie." she says with a smile. "No, I want you to join. Kick his ass! You can still join the sport!"

"Really?" I ask.

"Yup." Misty answered. "You can sign up. Plenty of students are probably joining."

"Do you have a strong arm, anyways?" Sugar asks.

I looked at my arms a bit. "Uh... I suppose some training could work."

"Well, there's always boxing practice and the fitness room." Sour told me.

"Well... Alright, I'll join."

Everyone cheered, though except Indigo. "Indigo?" Lemon questions Zap. "You alright?"

"I'm alright. Just... uneasy." she answered. "Woohoo. Go... go get him."

Everyone raised a brow, but then shrugged. "Go get him, kid!" Lemon said with a wink. The bell rang, and we moved onward to the rest of the school day. Though there was only one last class with Indigo.

History...
> History
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	I walk in class, where I was first. A man with a small, scruffy beard wearing a checkered shirt and glasses sat in a chair. "Oh!" he said, noticing me. "You must be the new kid, am I not mistaking?"

"Blue Blitz." I said, putting out my hand for a handshake.

"Well, welcome to History." he said, giving me a handshake. "I'm Mr. Goetz. Take a seat at the back row." He pointed at the back seat. "That's where you'll be sitting."

"Alright." I responded, moving to the back row. I sat comfortably in my chair, when suddenly, Indigo appeared in the doorway.

She walked to her desk, which was two desks in front of me. She just had her history textbook and two notebooks. One labeled 'History' and the other labeled nothing. "Afternoon, Mr. Goetz." she said.

"Afternoon, Zap." he said in response. Zap sat back, looking through her history book.

"Sup." I said from behind. Indigo looked back.

"Oh, hey." she said, noticing me. "Well, looks like you're fast. Always used to be first."

"Hah." I said with a smirk. "I'm always fast when it comes to getting in class."

"How far is your locker?" she asked.

"Third floor." I answered.

Her eyes widened. "Wow. You really are quick, man. How do you get from third floor to first like that?"

"Speed." I responded. I kicked back, then had a history book in front of me.

"Here's your book." Mr. Goetz said with a smile. "Hope you enjoy the class."

As he went back to his desk, I mouthed to Indigo, 'Is it good?'.

She nodded fast. 'Totally!' she mouthed back.

I kept that in mind, and when the rest of the class got in before the bell, Goetz sat on a stool in front of the chalkboard. The bell soon rung.

"Alright, class," he said once the bell stopped ringing. "For those who are familiar and for those who aren't, we have a new student." He gestured his hand towards me, basically showing me to the class. "So, if you may, would you please introduce yourself?"

'Not like I did this like five times...' I said in my head. I stood up. "So, I just... go up to the stool?" I ask.

He nodded. "Aw, come on, don't be shy. We're a good class."

"I didn't say I was." I said, though honestly I was kinda nervous. I mean, I don't have good guts when it came to speaking in front of the class, or to the public, for that matter. "So..." I said as I comfortably sat on the stool, kicking my legs. "Uh... Hi, my name is Blue Blitz." I introduced with a wave. "Uh... And I came from Vanhoover, and my birthday is June 13th." I then struggle in my head on what else to say.

"Any hobbies or sports?" Goetz asks, trying to get me to say more.

"Oh, well I just sit home and do stuff. Video games, television, just being a lazy guy." I then notice Indigo, who was slouching in her chair. "And... I also have thought about, uh, doing some boxing club you guys have here?"

Goetz looked surprised. "Boxing?" he said. "That's pretty interesting. Are you really doing that?"

I nodded. "I mean, I'll try." I cleared my throat. "Anyways, other than that I love history."

"Then you're in the right place." Goetz said with a sure smile. "Anything else? Family?"

"Oh..." I said. "My parents are, uh..." I took a deep breath. "My dad is a cop here, so that's why we moved... and my mom..." I tried thinking of a way to NOT bring up my mother's... ways... "Just died." Goetz listened on.

"I'm sorry for your loss." he said.

"But m-my grandfather was a boxer." I slowly nodded, and tried to get this over with.

But wait, there's more! "Oh, well that's pretty cool. Any future?" he asks, which I raise a brow. "Future job? Doctor, engineer, businessman? Maybe even boxing?"

I then remember one job I wanna try out for. "Show producer." I said. "I can imagine having a hit on television networks." Honestly, the list of future jobs wasn't really much.

"Interesting." he said, scratching his beard. "Any crushes in the school?" he then asks, making me wildly blush.

"Uh... S-say again?" I asked, trying to make him rephrase, but he only chuckled, along with the laughing class, some girls giggling.

"I'm only joking, Blitz." Goetz said with a hearty laugh. "That's to yourself. But by the looks of it, you might have one already." I try to say something, but he interrupts. "But hey, I'm not one to know. You can go back to your seat now." He smiled, and I immediately walk towards my seat and sit down, still having a crimson face.

"Do you?" asked a classmate next to me. I didn't bother to look at her face.

"No." I lied, hiding my face with the textbook.



So time passes in the class, and we were on about D-Day in Prance, which was an interesting subject. Though, the next thing that comes up is a group project, where our rows work together to do one worksheet. Which means... Indigo.

"Alright, let's do this." I said, grouped up with the others. I place the sheet down and we all start co-operating. There were five of us, including Indigo, who was actually pretty smart on this stuff. She and I did most of the work, and it flew by quick. Really quick.

We were the first ones done, so we just sat back and kinda chatted. While the other three were talking, the girls gossiping about something in their little circle, me and Indigo kinda had a chat.

"So, is this like your favorite class or something?" I ask.

"Nah. Gym's my pleasure." she said, crossing her arms with a smirk on her face. "Why?"

"Well cause I asked you if this class was good as Goetz said and you nodded like crazy."

"Well, it really is. It's a nice, fun class. And besides, I'm a fan of history. Little fact that many of my friends don't know so I don't sound like a geek."

"Hey, same here." I admitted. "So, you're not a geek and you ain't alone."

"Heh. Thanks. I mean, kinda have that 'cool and badass girl' thing, you know?" I nodded. "Of course, no offense to Sugar. She's still cool."

"I mean, hey, we got a nerd in all of us, right?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I suppose." she admitted.

Awkward silence commenced again. "Well..." I said. "I am actually signing up, but question is... where is it?"

"Oh, it's down the hall in the fitness room." she answered. "The announcements will say so." As I nodded, she tapped my shoulder to get my attention again. "And, uh, are you sure about this?"

"Yeah." I answered. Truly, I was. It looked interesting, and I might as well try something new. Besides, once again, grandfather did this, so might as well see if his fighting spirit is in me.

"Well... I'm just making sure." she said. "I mean, boxing is serious business, and you're like looking at brick walls. And every time you have to rush at them, and if you aren't strong enough, you'll break your face."

"Are you... trying to get me to stop?" I ask, a little frustrated and irritated.

"No." she answered with a little shocked expression as if she didn't expect that. "I just want you to understand it ain't no football game."

"I can clearly see that." I said, remembering walking out of the cafeteria to see Sandman standing over a kid with bruises, clearly knocked out and put to sleep. "But hey, I'm trying out, so chances are, I may or may not fight."

"Alright," she said. "It's... your choice."

I started to kinda cock my eyebrow a bit and was a little confused. Indigo was being slightly strange, and she seemed like she really didn't want me to do boxing, but perhaps I'm taking it wrong. Maybe it's something else? I tended to just ignore it, as soon the announcements came on.

Blah, blah, blah, the announcements roll as I tried to listen for-

"Boxing tryouts are held today, and will be hosted in the fitness center. Again, boxing tryouts are held in the fitness center."

Perfect. As soon as the bell rang the next minute, we turned in the sheet, and walked out. But before that happened, I turned to Indigo.

"Hey." I said to Indigo, who was about to run off to her locker. She turns around to look at me. "Catcha later. Wish me luck!"

"Alright..." she said softly. And soon, I treaded my way to the glorious, sweaty, and absolutely large fitness center. What can possibly go wrong?
> Punch-Out! Er... First We Gotta Try Out...
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	I made my way to the fitness room, where the try-outs were gonna take place. As I made my way through the halls, I noticed the pictures once again. Pictures of a glorious Sand Man, smiling for the camera over knocked out bodies. "Boy..." I said to myself.

During the time, I text to my father really quick, letting him know I'm staying.

Yo, Pops, I'm staying after school. Fine with that? -BlueDaBaBlitz

Sure. -CeaseFireCeaser

Thanks! :) -BlueDaBaBlitz

No prob. -CeaseFireCaeser

I smile and continue walking, until getting another buzz.

Wait, what for? Friends? -CeaseFireCaeser

Ugh... What would you say if I was trying out for a sport? -BlueDaBaBlitz

Sport? -CeaseFireCaeser

Oh boy... I get another buzz.

It cost? -CeaseFireCaeser

I stared at a poster for the sport. Woah, this is... actually free. Wow. I can get my face pounded and pound other pretty faces for free? That sounds a little... alarming and bizarre.

Nope. -BlueDaBaBlitz

I then explain that I was signing up for boxing, smiling while I was doing so. Also, trying not to get lost. Could've asked for some instructions... But eventually, my father was okay with it. He brought up his father, after all, he was a boxer. I text him back that I'd be done at 4:30, and he responded saying that he'd pick me up. Sweet.
I finally make it to the fitness center, then realizing the crowd was smaller than I thought, but was surely still pretty big. We just waited there, me being in the back. I whistled a tune, but immediately when I heard the door slam open.

"Dude!" screamed Super Macho Man. He appeared, having gold chains wrapped around his neck. He also wore a neat pair of shades and had a black shirt on with blue shorts. "Alright, kids," he said as he got up to us. "I see we have a pack of wolves wanting to become alpha... Bunch of wanna-be boxers wanting to become the one and only, eh? Well, if you wanna become that guy, you gotta pass, first!" He cracked all his bones, flexing and making such loud cracks. His neck cracks were ridiculous. 

"So..." a scrawny kid asked, having such a funny French accent. Sorry, but it honestly was. "What do we do?"

"I'll tell ya what to do..." said a voice, but certainly not Super Macho Man, but instead, a student. "You do whatever the coach tells you to do."

Out from the shadows of the room came Sand Man, looking beastly. He cracked his knuckles. Sand smiled with malice dripping, and looked at the coach. "Well, obviously, dude. I'm the coach." Super said.

"Yeah, I'm just answering the silly question for him." Sand said, hands behind back. "Besides, I'm ready for another title."

"Oh, are ya?" Macho asked, grinning. His gold tooth shining brightly. "Well, we'll see if you can pass." He pointed at a boxing bag attached to a machine that showed numbers. "First off: I can't stand having weak boxers. So, I created a solution." He laughed and stood next to the bag. "Simply punch the bag." He readied his punch from out of nowhere and struck the bag with a vicious punch, releasing a grunt. The machine beeped and showed the numbers '875'. "Get a number higher than 500, and you're still in. Get less, get lost. Like they always say: 'Go big, or go home'."

The French kid walked up, shaking. "Oui, oui..." he said. He readied his punch, and quickly jabbed. And the number lists... '500.01'. Macho slowly nodded. "Lucky." Sand whispered to some other kids, who I soon recognized... were Rocky and Mountain. Well, this was gonna be something...



Some kids passed, some kids lost. I was last, so it was my turn now. Sand passed with a '785', Rocky passed with a '550', and Mountain passed with a '700'. It was only just me left.

"Oh, look who we have here." Sand said, crossing his arms. "Didn't even notice you there. So for some reason, you just immediately join the boxing club?"

Mountain poked Sand's shoulder. "You mean, IF he joins." he said with a chuckle.

"But really, just why? You really feeling lucky? By the looks, it seems like you wanna live in abuse." I rolled my eyes and focused on the bag. "I'm telling ya... I think you're a kid making mistakes."

"Am I?" I immediately snap, then throwing a punch at the bag. With one deadly blow, I managed to raise the bag numbers up to... '600'. Woah.

Sand shrugged. "I suppose you really want this." We then followed Macho Man, who was listening to rock music in his earbuds. Soon after, he took them off.

"Number two!" he yelled. "Here's a little speed challenge." There was nothing around him, just a mat that he stood on. "What I'm going to do next is also simple. Punch."

"Again?" said an Irish accent. "Laddie, we pretty much did-"

"Well," Super interrupted. "Have you punched multiple times the last course?"

The Irish kid with green hair and pale white skin stood silent. "N-"

"Exactly." Macho said. "What we're doing is a punch speed test. I'll be watching how many times you can punch in a minute. They can be weak, they can be powerful, but the arms must extend fully. So, I'll be watching you all." He grabbed a pocket timer. "The passing grade is 70 punches. Do less, even 69," A faint chuckle was heard. "Then sadly, I'm gonna have to exclude you."

The French kid- "Glass Last." called Macho. Okay... Glass Last walked up, and did the following right after Macho clicked the timer. He gave it all he got. Whiffs were heard from the punching. And quickly, Macho shouted, "TIME!" Glass froze in place, sweat pouring down his forehead from either hard work, worry, or probably both. "Glass... You pass."

"Oui!" he cheered.

"Seventy punches. Lucky guy." he said with a smile. "Determination, dude! NEXT!"



One after the other, we had passing grades and then failing grades, though not as much as last time. Sand punched eighty-five times, Mountain threw seventy, and Rocky was in the middle of his test. After Rocky was done, being able to throw ninety punches in a minute, he laid down, checking his arms.

"Up next, last but not least... Blue Blitz!" Macho called, wearing some spiffy shades. I walk up and ready myself. "Ready..." I narrowed my eyes. "Set..."

"Hey, Blitz." whispered Mountain from behind.

"Wha-"

"GO!!!" I immediately realized I was being put off-track, and I lost about two precious seconds, and I throw all that I could. Though it was exhausting, it was so... energetic. It felt kind of cool, like I was Ken going ATATATATATA! Damn, it felt good! Too bad it ended too quick. "Time!"

I step back, rolling my shoulders. "Blue, you simply got a well-put eighty-five!"

I widen my eyes. Well, damn! I soon advance with the others, and eventually walk up to one last test, which is once again vacant. "Well, well, well, I didn't think I'd still see you all." Macho said. "But before you can start thinking that you're a boxer and will be participating in the annual Crystal Prep Ring King Tournament," That's what it's called? "You need some light feet, right?"

"Oh no..." said Glass, giving off a look of horror.

"Oh yes!" Macho said, grinning once more, showing his shiny gold tooth. "Run! Simply put!" He pointed at the wall. "Three times, run to the wall and back, and that'll be it. You have to tap the wall and come back so it can be considered being at the wall, and the passing time is thirty seconds. Nothing more." It was kind of a big room... but I think I can do it. Maybe.

And guess who was first? "Oui!" said Glass, feeling lucky.

"Watch as he'll get thirty seconds." Sand whispered to Mountain.

Glass ran to the wall and back, breathing heavily. Geez, if this guy makes it, I'm honestly gonna feel bad for him, no offense. And after the third time, Super's watch was stopped, and he checked it. "Hmm... thirty seconds. Exactly."

"Told ya." Sand whispered back to Mountain.

"Man, you're always correct." Mountain admitted.

"Cause I always am." I rolled my eyes. Really looked forward to having a fight with him, eventually. I mean, surely he proved to look tough, just by looking at him, his large muscles, how he is barely sweating, and how crazy he looked, but if I try really-

"Blitz!" Super called out.

"Huh?" I questioned, then noticing how I was next. How was I- Nevermind. Might as well get through it. I ready up, waiting for his call. I actually give a glance at Sand, who was crossing his arms and giving a crap-eating grin of victory or something.

"Ready..." Super said, raising up his timer. "Set..." Come on, Ma- "GO!!!"

I immediately bolt off, and touched the wall really quick. I rush back, then noticing the trio again. Giving me a random smirk. I rush over to Macho, then back to the wall, and then back to Macho once more. "Come on." I said to myself, pushing myself to the limit.

Rocky coughed, but it was clearly a cough to hide his words. "Loser." he said through his 'cough'. I ignored it, and make contact with the wall with my hand, then straight back to Macho. With one giant leap, I make it back and Macho stops the timer.

"Twenty-five seconds!" he yelled. "You're in the game, kid!" I smiled and put my hands in the air. Well... now it's time to sit... and wait.

And only survive the next hour. Whatever he had in store, I only hoped I was ready for. Cause he stated after I was done, "But don't worry, that's just the beginning."

Ayayay....
> Training
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	"Well," Macho said, cracking his knuckles after the final test was done. "I guess we have our team." I counted the team, including me, and we had 32 kids. Geez. Some guys looked ruthless, like Sand Man, and some looked weak, like Glass, but again, no offense. "With you, we'll do fine to show that Crystal Prep is the most athletic and toughest school!" I forgot they had a reputation for that kind of stuff. "So with you guys, we'll be able to perfectly make a 32-man tournament to show the toughest, most bad-ass, most dangerous-"

"Man in all of Crystal Prep." said a cold voice. Out from behind, there was a tall female figure that had cold, blue skin with purple messy hair in a bun, wearing a blue suit and small glasses. She fixed the glasses. "I'm glad to see we have a team of men who want to become someone special." she continued.

"It's what I always do, Principal Cinch." Macho responded ba- Wait, that's the principal?! She looked... kinda scary. Not like she had sharp fangs, or any ugly features, or any venomous tone in her voice, but she just looked intimidating.

"Of course, Macho." she said. She then looked at all of us. "I do appreciate to see such brave men enter the boxing team. We, Crystal Prep, love to show all that we are as great as all schools combined! But after our..." She slightly growled. "D-d-defeat..." she said, sounding like it was the hardest word to say. "We want to show all that we are still tough, brutal, and athletic as all can be. Do I make that clear?"

We all nod. "Oui, Madame-"

Glass was rudely interrupted by Cinch. "Of course I do!" She smiled slightly. "This was a tournament formed long ago, and I am proud of making such a thing."

"But, I formed-" Macho tried speaking, but once again...

"Quiet, Macho." she said. She moved on. "What was I- Oh right. I do indeed love to see how strong our true men can surely be, yet, I only care for the one that beats all." She smiled as she saw Sand Man. "Such as dear Sand Man here. He's undefeated and proved such a threat. I like that, and I expect the same from you all. To show viciousness and threatening attitude. Cause fighters show no mercy." I flinched, getting a little scared from her words. Isn't this supposed to be friendly competition? You know, like the teachers said from kindergarten to the end of time? Not some Mortal Kombat scenario?

She continued. "I do like fierce action, and I suppose you all do, too. I mean, why join such a sport if you aren't?"

"Well, I do it for the ladies." said a tan man with slick, blond hair. "Show the ladies the package." He lifted up his shirt to show a nice abdomen. No homo.

"Ladies, eh?" Cinch questioned. "Well, care about the ladies all you want, because if that's your goal to get some girls in your arms, you better make sure that you prove to them that you are the material they want. Girls like a real man, so show them that you are." She giggled from the line, but went back to seriousness. "But really, don't make a fool of yourselves."

We all nodded. "We won't." said Sand. "Perhaps."

"That's the spirit, young man!" she said, smiling. "Well, I suppose you have it all under control, correct, Macho?"

"Yes, ma'am." he responded, giving off a salute.

"Well, good day." She then turned around and left, the doors closing behind her.

"Well, boys, you heard the principal," Macho said, facing us. "Let's do this!"



We started training, when it came to running, push-ups, sit-ups, and, most importantly, punching. It felt faster the more we got into it, probably from the exercising doing the job done. I felt pretty... electrified. Maybe this ain't a bad class after all. I only waited to spar, wondering how I'd actually do in the ring. After, like, 50 Russian twists, the coach stood on the mat, hands on hips.

"Well, I see you young bucks done well!" he said, impressed. "I got something to show you, kids... Follow me if you want to live. We're going to the ring." Everyone smiled, ready to head into impact. Even I was excited.

After a minute of walking, we ended up in a room made of oak. The walls, floors, and even the door was made of oak. There also were trophies and ribbons on the walls, but also, there stood portraits of famous boxers. All of them had boxers smiling in victory, holding a title or having it around their waist. I wondered what my portrait would look like... that i if I make it.

"Well, here you go, sons." said Super Macho, smiling at a picture of a teen who almost looked like him. "Yup... a room that smells like teen spirit. Anyways," Macho turned towards us. "This is the sparring room. I did just realize, we only have time for one match each, which I apologize. BUT, I expect to see a good fight." He bent over a little more to stare closer at us. "So, who wants to ground and pound, first?"

Sand Man raised his hand. "As always." he said, smirking.

"Go get 'em, dude." said Macho, pointing to the ring. While Sand Man was walking to the ring, Macho looked for another. "And his opponent..." I raised my hand, just like Sand Man. I was hoping for a fight of a li- "You." said Macho, pointing at me.

"Alright, let's-"

"No, not you." interrupted Macho. I cocked my head. He raised his figer up a bit, to show clearly that he was pointing at... oh God have mercy on his soul.

"Oui!" cheered Glass. He wore gear that resembled the French flag, and had his gloves painted with the saint symbol on it.

"Take him head on!" Macho said, cheering Glass on as he made his way to the ring before he turned around to face palm. "Why did I choose him?"

Sand Man leaned on the turnbuckle. He whistled a tune to himself before saying, "Hey, Frenchie!"

"Moi?" he questioned, pointing at himself.

"After I'm done with you, you'll be regretting this decision." Sand Man cracked his neck once more before Super Macho Man got into the ring.

"Ready?" Super asked the two. Both nodded. "Fight!"

The bell rang loudly. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cing, six, sept, huit, neuf, KO!" screamed Glass, running towards Sand... only to meet a fist to his face, sending him to another place.

"Woah!" everyone said, seeing a clena, crisp uppercut made by Sand Man. Super Macho counted, and it was all the way to ten. My God.

Sand Man yawned. "Night, night." he said, putting his hands together and resting his head on them to resemble sleeping. Glass slowly rolled out of the ring, only to land on the concrete floor.

"Ow..."



After a couple of matches, between two guys, I waited for my time to shine. Surely it was gonna be a good bout. I couldn't wait to just see how good of a boxer I really was.

"Alright, and to end the day..." Macho looked at me. "Blue..." He then faced another kid, otherwise known as- "Rocky. Get in the ring, boys."

We get into the ring, wearing our helmet tight. "I got this, boys." Rocky whispered to the victorious Sand Man and Mountain Red. "Hit this punk-ass with the one, two, uni-flew."

"Just fight." Sand Man said, irritated.

Super Macho got into the ring, standing tall. "Alright, kids, I want a clean bout like all the other matches. Can I count on you?"

"Yup." I answered.

"Count on me." said Rocky.

"Alright." He had the bell in hand. "Ding, ding!" He rung the bell loudly, commencing the match.

I advanced towards Rock, throwing a quick jab to his face. Rocky throws another punch, but misses by a lot, allowing me to land a couple of punches to his ribs, which I punch furiously. The sound of the gloves making contact against flesh were clearly heard in the room. Before I could swing for a large punch on Rocky's head, Rocky reached in for a clinch, trapping my hands. Macho broke us apart.

"Come on." he said. "Go!" he yelled when we were apart. Rocky threw a sharp punch to my head, which bounces my head back. I fight back with another quick jab to his jaw. Then another. And another. I soon jump back and then quickly lunge, swinging my arm and making my fist make contact to his skull. Suddenly, though, he went for an uppercut, making me stumble back a little.

"Come on!" Mountain cheered. Rocky went in for more swings, knocking me silly, and I was against the ropes. He threw multiple jabs to my gut, but Macho broke us up once more. Once it resumed, me and him both threw a large swing, making us both fall down.

Macho counted. "One... Two... Three..." I get back up, but notice Rocky slipped and tumbled to the ground as he was almost up. "Four... Five..." Rocky grabbed the ropes once more. "Six... Seven..." He stood up a bit with shaky legs. "Eight..." He fell once more. "Nine..." But Rocky kipped right back up.

Rocky threw an uppercut, but missed horribly, giving me one clear shot at his jaw. I take this shot, and went for a straight strike to his jaw, making Rocky bounce back, hit the ropes, and collapse. Macho counted once more, Sand and Red facepalming.

"Come on, Rocky." Sand Man ordered. "Get the hell up!"

"One... Two... Three... Four... Five..." Rocky was still on the ground. "Six..."

"For Christ sake, you idiot, get up!" Rocky then started to rise slowly.

"Seven... Eight..." Rocky stood up, still clinging on ropes, but not quite fully up. "Nine..." Rocky pushed himself off the rope, and stood tall. "Alright. One more knockdown, and it'll be a TKO. But you got ten seconds left. GO!"

"I'll be fi-" said Rocky before I hit him in the ribs and swing my left arm to strike him down. Rocky fell down very slowly, and faceplanted in the ring.

"TKO!" Macho yelled, ringing the bell. He walked over to me. "Winner!" He raised my hand high in the air. A couple of claps and even cheers erupted in the room, which made me feel... pretty bad ass (not trying to boast, of course).

"How?" Mountain questioned, hitting his head against the turnbuckle pole.

"I don't know." Sand said, shaking his head in disappointment. "I just don't know."



Macho then dismissed us, letting us go and leave the school. I was sweating pretty hard, some pain in some areas, but nothing severe like in the 'Rocky' movies. I actually liked that class. It felt hard, tough, and rough. Kind of like my style, sort of. Maybe this new school ain't so bad after all...

"Sup?" said a voice from behind, making me jump.

"What the?" I turn around, noticing Lemon Zest. She didn't wear her school uniform, but rather a bright-green tank top with red shorts, and her sports bra could be visibly seen on the sides, which made me kinda blush. "Oh, hey, Lemon Zest. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just taking a jog. Nothing much." Lemon noticed all the sweat on me and the red on my face. "Gee, you must've went through fire and flames, dude. Here." She handed me a cool, soothing water bottle.

"Thanks." I said, then taking a swift gulp of water.

"So, you like boxing?" she asks.

"Yup." I answered. "It's pretty exciting and tough, and I seem pretty good at it, so why not? Maybe I have the talent."

"Maybe you do." she said back. "I'd like to see ya do some moves."

"Heh. Me, too." It was just a little walk of silence, until I spoke again. "So, this is what you do for the free time?"

"Yeah. It's nothing." she responds. "Just a little jog. Got nothing better to do."

"That's nice." I then notice on the soccer field that there was a girl who was kicking a ball into the goal post. I got closer to the linked fence. The girl was about to kick a clear shot until- "Indigo?" I call out, in which screwed up the girl's shot, or AKA, Indigo.

"Blitz?" she asks, turning around. "Woah. You look like hell."

"Same thing Lemon told me." I take another sip of water, feeling very refreshed. "So, how's practice going? I suppose it was already done?"

She nodded, with sweat pouring down her forehead. By the way, I admired the way she looked. Cool, athletic, and pretty much like if she was that girl you don't want to mess with. So dominant looking, I couldn't lay my eyes off of her. "Yeah, it's been done for a while now. I just stay afterwards to practice my winning shots."

"Well, by the looks of it, you seem to have a strong foot."

Indigo grabbed the soccer ball. "Watch me." She put the ball in position above her foot, as if she gonna punt it. Which is pretty much EXACTLY what she does. She kicks it, soaring it in the bloody air.

"WOAH!" both me and Lemon said at the same time, seeing the ball go up so high, I couldn't see it too well. Either cause it's really high or more to the fact it was in the sun's way, but either way, still damn high. It then fell down fast, in which before it touched the ground, Indigo kicked it straight into the goal.

"Goal!" she screamed, soon imitating crowd cheers. I quietly chuckled, for it was kinda funny. I was gonna talk some more, until-

"Hey, son!" yelled my father in his car. "Is boxing done?"

I nodded. "Yup. Suppose ya want me home?"

"Yeah, sorry to break it up to ya, sport." he said. I got in the car, waving to my friends.

"Sorry, guys, gotta go. Uh, see ya tomorrow!" And with that, we drove off into the distance back home, where I ate a nice steak, took a shower, and went to bed to crash. Not so bad for a first day at a new school.
> The School's New Champ?
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	Next morning, Blitz got up, ate breakfast with his father, and went to the bus stop once more. While waiting, he wondered what the day was gonna be. Not like what subject is gonna be fun, or what will happen, but more about... the others. Specifically Sand Man and his gang, hell, maybe the others who might've glared at him when he never noticed or did.

The bus stopped, and Blitz got on. Slowly walking towards the back, he found Indigo alone again. Across was Lemon, who was smiling and bobbing her head to some tunes she was listening to. "Sup, bro?" said Lemon.

"Good." I answered.

"How about boxing?" Indigo asked.

I smiled a toothy grin, trying to look cool. "I loved it actually. Brutal sport, but it's fun."

"Well, I suppose you made it to the team, then. It's gonna put some pounding on ya, but at least you get to look cool. Kinda like last year's runner-up, Bow Dazzles."

"Who?" I questioned.

Lemon answered, "He was a senior who was an epic athlete here at Crystal Prep. He ranges as a star in sports from, if I remember correctly, basketball, baseball, wrestling, track, football, and boxing."

My eyes were wide open. "Well then.  I suppose he was well-respected?" Lemon nodded.

"Believe me, kid." Indigo spoke up. "I've been around Bow Dazzles before. He's not like a super-beast macho man, like the gym teach, but he definitely had a nice, muscular, toned body. If I remember, he had a bunch of colleges wanting him to join their sports teams. Think he joined a football team somewhere..."

"Syracuse." Lemon said.

"Yeah, that's right." Indigo said, remembering. "But yeah, he was very superior."

"And MUCH more respected than that lousy Sand Man." Lemon said, crossing her arms. "Every kid was in awe just looking at him. Imagine if Harry Styles was very athletic and less boy-toyish, but still had a cool look. That's what I think of him."

"Hmm. Kinda want to see him now."

"Well, sadly, he left. Again, Syracuse picked him up and there he went. Even if it's still like a couple of hours away, like two I think, he's pretty much gone." Indigo stated.

"Miss him, though." Lemon said. "Who knows? Maybe you might be the next Bow Dazzles." she said with a grin. "I think I can see you being that guy. At least with boxing. Hell, the new boxing champ of the school!"

I suddenly widened my eyes. "Woah, let's not get too cocky now."

"Cocky?" Lemon asked. "Who said anything about being cocky?"

"Well, I'm just saying... I don't think I'll be reaching the title like that."

Zest shook her head. "No, kid, I think you have potential. I think you'll make it up there."

"Someday." I said, picking at my tray.

"This year." Lemon said.

"What, you really think I can knock out Sand Man just like that?"

"Hey, just saying." Lemon said, shrugging.

"Well, he might be right. It might take a while." Indigo added. "I mean, again, who knows."

"Well, whatever happens, happens. Not saying I won't try my hardest."

"That's the spirit, kid!" Lemon said, patting me on the back hard.

"Just, you know, pretty crazy being already called some 'champ' before anything even started, that's all." I said.

"Hey, who knows, you might just end up on the wall, looking all victorious and stuff." said Indigo. "Just do it."

"Yeah, and pulverize the cold-hearted sunnova bitch!" Sour added. We looked at her. "Or, just knock him out, hehe..."

"Possibly." We all immediately shot at Indigo. "What? I-I'm just saying."

Alright, that's been a little too much from Indigo. She's been doing this for quite a bit, and I don't know why. I can 'possibly' win it or something. I might, but I might not, but the thing is, she's doing this a little... too much. Like every time we talk about it, she seems all like I could, but when we get to Sand, she usually goes like... Wait a minute... When we get to... Sand? Hold-

"Yo, dude!" said Lemon, waving her hand in my face. I stutter, and almost fall back. "So... You want some tunes?"

"Tunes?" I question. Crap, she asked me something and I didn't listen.

"Like a good setlist for training?" she explained. "I have one I usually listen to when I exercise, and I thought maybe you'd like it. Wanna try?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

She looked at the clock, which lunch almost ended. "Here: you have Spotify?" I nodded. "I'll e-mail you the song names." Right after, she stood up and bolted out of the lunchroom along with the other students crowded up as the bell rang.

I got up from my seat, walked a couple of steps, then suddenly felt a hand grab my arm. I look back, seeing Indigo. "Hey..." she said. "Uh, sorry about the abrupt words I spoke. Saying you might not win the tournament and all."

I nervously chuckled. "Oh, i-it's no problem."

"Just... Go get 'em good, alright?"

"Got it." I said. She walked a step, then I said, "Hey, weird question, but are you, like, into S-"

"Sorry, gotta go!" she said before running off. I scratched my chin, left only curious, but I felt as though I knew the answer. I might be wrong, but...

Could my crush like... Sand Man?
> Something's Up
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	I walk onwards, but couldn't help but think about Indigo and the possibility she could... No, it can't be true. But could it? Could my crush have feelings for someone else? Not just someone, but an ass? Unless he has some other side, but hearing about him, doesn't sound like he does. I just needed an answer, but I doubt anyone knows but Indigo. I mean, how can I, though?

Indigo was seen running in the halls, as if in a rush, which was strange. I look at the clock, knowing how we literally had four minutes until the late bell, but knowing a bit of Indigo, I guess she wants to be there as the first person in class. As she hustled, a small notepad fell out of her pile of folders and papers. I spoke to point it out.

"Indigo!" I shouted, but no use, she was gone. The crowd got worse, but I moved up to grab her notepad. I pick it up, first noticing the way it looked. The cover of the notepad was blue, with some lightning symbols at each corner. I then read the middle, which bore the name, 'Indigo Zap', then scribbles, which were pretty poor, so the scribbled letters were easy to read. Let's see... It reads, 'Indigo Zap's'... I look closer. 'Diary'?

I look up at the clock and realized time was ticking, and that rude, brash people nearly ran me over, so I surf through the crowd to my next class, which didn't have Indigo. Fact, it's going to take a while until I meet Indigo again. I looked at the notepad, which was really her diary. It didn't have no lock, nothing to keep it safe from the wrong hands, like me. I... I couldn't read it, being her privacy, but... What was in it?



The teacher taught the lesson on and on, but while it was important to hear, considering there was a test coming soon, apparently, I put more of my attention towards the diary. No pages were open, looked into, or even touched. It was all just a cover, and nobody noticed. I kept it hidden in my folder, and would sooner or later give it to Indigo, if I can find her early enough before history class.

I stared at the book, more and more, wondering what the hell I should do. I mean, I wasn't one in favor of gossip or finding out secrets, but... I felt drived to just looking into it. And the damn reason was because of the thought. Maybe this diary containing secrets and thoughts of her personal life could expose the fact that she might like Sand! O-Or maybe not.

I just ignored it, and focused more to the lesson we were being taught. i needed education, not a chance of being hated by a friend for snooping into her diary. As class went on, I completed the work given, and all went by like a warm, summer day.

Onto the next class, I sat at my table. Only this, the next class, and finally, I can give it back to Indigo. I can just tell her that she dropped it, and that I wanted to give it back, saying truthfully that I DID NOT look into it, at all. Speaking of, she rushed in the halls, and I couldn't even open my mouth to announce her name. I let out a sigh, and looked at the diary. Internal struggle only resulted.

I still had it well hidden, so nobody could see it. The name wasn't in site, nor was the word 'Diary' in view, so I was in the clear. For now. The teacher began speaking, holding a textbook in hand, in which we have to do the same. Flip to page 230, I got it...

I looked back at the diary, just below the textbook, and started struggling more. I couldn't stop thinking of the past... All of Indigo's doubts... Of me... How she could care more for Sand Man, a person that everyone he knows hates, but she may be the only one who doesn't... Well, I... I don't think it'd hurt to peak...

All the teacher gave us was to look through the textbook and complete a couple of questions given. I looked at the questions, and judging of how simple they look, and also the subject that we were in, I pulled a sly move. While having my textbook wide open, I slipped in the diary, opening it while the textbook covered it. It may look sketchy as if I'm really reading a magazine back here, but I'm not. Though I still feel guilty of doing this.

I scanned through the sheets of paper hooked in the notepad. Hundreds of words were crumbled in this, and I felt lucky to read the handwriting. Bad luck, though, I wasn't getting jack of what I want. I flipped through pages that were complaints of homework, family stuff (which I tended to avoid completely just to avoid getting into her personal life), and then pages of her and friends. But through around seventy pages, about halfway through, and STILL nothing about Sand Man, neither her love interest. Guilt swarmed the mind, for I have just read someone's diary. Not just for nothing, at this rate, but just reading it, period. The hell am I, five?

I slowly turned as I got to the end, aaaand... I raise my brow. I was on the second last page of this entire damn thing, and a big title caught my attention. 'LOVE' was the title that got me. I looked around the class, and everyone seemed bored and stared at their textbooks. Good noodles. I studied the words very carefully. The title gave away the subject, like a show named 'WAR' talks about war, so this had to be what I was looking for. Now, I honestly at this point would care less if she had a crush on some other dude, but I wouldn't be happy if I were to learn that Sand Man is her one and only.

I saw the following words: 'charming', 'sexy', 'cool', 'I dig him', but no Sand Man or a hint of who it could be. Fortunately, more text spanned the paper. It was getting harder to see, as in it looked like she just needed to cram every single word on this page, and my eyes hurt a little from just staring at it.

Sand Man... Sand Man? Sand Man... Anybody? The hell is she talking about? The charming, sexy, cool guy that you dig ain't listed here, Indigo, and I- Suddenly, I noticed something. A small piece of paper ripped off the page, and the words coming towards it were: 'I love'. Damn. And like I guessed, all of this struggle of trying to open this diary, me opening and daring to peer into someone's personal diary, like a child from elementary school, it was all for nothing. I found a page, yet got no name out of it. I re-read the page, and the details were nowhere to be found. She didn't bother to even write them in.

Now, how can I know she likes Sand Man now? Or maybe... Maybe she changed. Yeah, that has to be it. She tore it out for a reason, right? I'd probably do the same if I hated a crush or something, and... It just has to be the case. I dared to flip the last page, only to see yet another page. It had many words, but didn't have info to continue on the subject of who the hell she has a crush on.

And so I returned to what I'm supposed to be doing. I did the questions, and shook my head. "Of course I can't know." I silently said to myself. I honestly felt guilty. To look into her diary, thinking that she could possibly like someone like Sand, I felt like a jerk. Am I jealous if she is?

... Yes.

But still, I could care less if she liked some other guy, but I would have a bit of a crushing moment to think that she'd hang with Sand. I let out a sigh. Maybe I... I could wait a little more. Maybe I could see what happens. Maybe I'm right... Maybe I'm wrong...

The bell rung, my work was done, and I breezed through the next class, feeling miserable. No sight of Indigo at all, and now we move onto history. All I gotta do is give it back to Indigo, easy as that. And hopefully, I'll be in the good.
> Maybe Wrong (Or Maybe Right)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	I made it back to my history class, where I noticed Indigo sitting in her seat. She gave me a cocky smile. "Beatcha!" she cheered, following a small laugh. I forced a small smile, still bearing some guilt from reading her diary. Speaking of... If I give it back to her, what will she think? The moment I give it to her AND the moments after that? I mean, she can't possibly think of me as a diary reader, right? I didn't read much of anything, just tried searching for if she had some sort of crush, which I felt stupid, but hopefully, just maybe, she won't think too big.

I let out a nervous chuckle. "Hey, Indi-"

"Afternoon, Blitz." said a voice from behind me.

"Oh, a-afternoon, Mr. Goetz." I said as I turned around to face him, staring at a nice stack of papers, possibly schoolwork for us. I was about to face Indigo, but soon after, Goetz looked at me.

"Go to your seat, please." he asked. I did as he said. I looked at Indigo, who still seemed to be her usual self, at least from what I've seen recently. Pretty cocky, little cheery, seemed as if her whole spiel about Sand Man dropped. Thankfully, that's what I wanted. I looked down, seeing the diary cover in view, the words, 'Indigo Zap', staring right back at me.

'Gotta give this back, somehow...' I thought in my head. 'Maybe right now?' All of a sudden, kids rushed in, like literally, ten just got right in. 'Piss! I think it won't be good to do it now. Might make a scene, and if anything, don't want that to happen. Damn, I'm worrying too much.' I scratched my head, looking back at the crowd of students, Indigo, looking through some book about athletes, and then at the still diary.

I continued this cycle until finally, some student accidentally fell in the hallways, spilling her books, which snapped me out of it. Looking straight at Indigo, Mr. Goetz was at the board, jotting down words on our history lesson. I let out a quiet sigh, held my head, and decided it'd be probably best to give it back at the end of class. If not, well... I'll find some sort of way, cause no way this diary was going to be in my backpack and sit in the corner of my room for a night.

So, I hid the diary well and made sure nobody caught sight of it, as I have previously done. As I listened to Goetz go on about how politics worked back then, I looked at Indigo and had a fear of giving the diary to her. I don't know if she even noticed her diary was missing. I thought about just putting it in her locker or something, but I don't think it'll be smooth. One: need the combination, and two: teachers will know what is and what isn't your locker. Not risking it.

There's no other way to really give it to her, had to be at the end of class. What would she think? Just a little flustered and surprised from me having her diary, along with a 'thank you'? An angry look or glare? What about afterwards? I don't know how important privacy is to Indigo, but I'm guessing that Indigo's privacy is very essential. I focused more on the lesson, which I should be doing, but damn... Indigo better take this nicely, or my ass is grass.



Alright... The bell rung and everyone immediately bolted towards the door and got out of here. The room almost became vacant within seconds, as I slowly got my stuff. Indigo tried to join the fast crowd, but some of her stuff almost slipped out of her pile that she was holding together. I took this to my advantage, and walked up to her.

"Hey, Indi- Woah!" Her history book fell off, but I caught with one hand.

Indigo lightly blushed in embarrassment. "Oh, heh, sorry." I handed it back to her, and she replied, "Thanks."

I cleared my throat. "Uh, hey, Indigo." I said again after being once interrupted. "Uh, say, you... missing something?"

Indigo tilted her head in confusion. "Hmm..." She looked at her pile of books and papers, which was absolutely disastrous, but she shrugged. "I don't know. Why ask?"

I reached in my folder, hand nervously shaking while I tried to grab the diary. "Cause you..." I quickly grabbed the diary and thrust it towards her. "Droppedthisinthehallway." I spoke quickly, hopefully not gibberishly.

Indigo saw the book in my hand, at first confused, but then noticed what it was. The little stickers in the corners, and the obvious giveaway, her name. Her diary. She took a little step back, probably cause I almost jabbed her in the chest with the book. "Hey... That's my-"

"Diary." I answered, feeling a burn in my cheeks and multiple pumps in my chest. "I-It fell off you in the hallway a couple of classes ago, and I couldn't give it back to you during the passing periods, s-so I-"

"You didn't read it, did you?" she said with a tone of very held-back anger.

I shook my head violently, then said, "No, not at all!" She narrowed her eyes, trying to see if I was lying, but she didn't see it. At least, I think...

She took the diary from my hands and held it close. "You better not have..." A small smile formed for a second. "But thanks, I guess." She quickly set down her pile and looked through the pages to make sure nothing was messed up in any way. "Alright... I'm trusting that you didn't read anything in my diary."

"Don't worry, I didn't read a single thing in it." I told her. "And nobody else read it, either."

She brought up her usual grin. "Good." She lightly chuckled. "Would've had to deal with ya."

I didn't say a word, just brought up the smile, trying to get the situation over with so I could let it all blow over. I stepped a bit away, heading towards the open doorway. "Well, see ya!" I said, then springing for it. I looked back, seeing Indigo just stand there. I really hoped that nothing is going to happen that revolves around that diary. I still held guilt, but I felt like I shouldn't.

Suddenly, I remembered: boxing. Shit, my boxing course! We needed to report to Coach as bell rings! I bolted to my locker, getting my stuff situated for the day, and made way to the ring. Leading me to meeting the man who I've figured would've been a dream for Indigo: Sand Man. Oh boy...