KIRI P.O.V
I decided on training anyway since it always helps me clear my mind. I grab the boxing gloves, put in my earbuds and start beating the crap out of the bag. Most of the pack is inside for breakfast so i have the training grounds basically to myself. As I'm punching the bag, everything that has happened over the past 24 hours seems like a blur. My birthday, my mate, finding out my family history. I still don't understand why mom and grandma would keep this from me. It's not like i can't handle it. I just need time to process it.
And seriously who else was mom talking to on the phone? Is there anything other secrets my family is hiding from me?
I hit the bag so hard it jumps off of its hook it's attached to. As I bend over to pick it up, one of my earbuds I hear giggling.
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