Frankie and Marshall were waiting to grab me if I tried to run, but who said anything about me running? I wanted to fight them now that they had nothing left to use against me. There was a ton of aggression built up inside me, but I knew how to beat them at their own game.
Sparring with Colton helped give me an edge—one that allowed me to release tension and aggression while creating a calm that helped me take out my opponents with precise ease. Every movement, every strike, had been fine-tuned through countless matches, shaping my reactions into instinct.
Frankie would go high—he always did—which meant I needed to drop low. As I ducked, I listened as his fist connected with the boy behind me.
"Ouch, Frankie! Watch what you're doing, man," Tino sounded like he was close to tears. After
