Karma

Chapter 1

"Faster", "Move it Mari I didn't train you to get your ass kicked I trained you to kick ass" my coach Jonathan shouts at me as I throw my wrapped up fist towards my opponents face, sweeping his legs from under him knocking his ass on the floor I offer out my hand "that was one hell of a punch Mari" he squeezes out whilst rubbing his jaw "hehe" I laugh "sorry Ja..." "thats what I'm talking about Mari, go take a break then hit the bag I'll meet you there" Jonathan interrupts as he hands me a towel... Making my way over to the bench the notification for my phone goes off which is wierd for me as I've kept my social circle quite tight over the past couple years, reaching out towards my phone I see its a calander note more precisely "happy birthday Mari" I whisper to myself looking at the date on the calendar, 17 I'm bloody 17 years old I think looking around the gym as I think back to when I arrived in New York basically a lost puppy but I wasn't going to let that stop me and I guess luck finally thought to give me a hand... 'jezz thanks' I sarcastically think

Flashback:

Using some of the money I had managed to save up I booked the cheapest ticket I could find and now 3 weeks later not having taken a step out of the motel im staying in those specific savings were becoming low which takes me to now, walking the busy streets of New York with no idea where to go after being kicked out of every building in sight, yah see for some reason no one wants a 15 year old with no diploma or backing to work for them leaving me as a lost cause or so I thought, slouching down the wall with my eyes becoming glossy I hide my head in my arms not wanting to see reality, "mam, excuse me mam" the voice from infront of me speaks shocking me awake to find what was once a bright day turned into night 'wow so much for finding work' I thought to myself as I look up into those grey eyes peering down at me and for some reason instead of being scared by this stranger like a normal person I didn't, I felt comfort as I smiled weakly at him "Are you okay child, don't worry I won't hurt you my names Jonathan but you can call me Jonny"

Flashabck Ends

And that is how we met Jonny or as I call him dad, took me a while to get used to that one as the last one didn't do me much good but finally 2 years later here I am, no more tears, no more heartache... that I promised myself