How To Bake A Fighter

Chapter 20: Letting the Past Rise Part 1

*Millie's Flashback*

I am walking my way to school by myself for the first time. I'm so frickin excited. 5th grade starts today and I'm officially a middle schooler. No more having to go with my brother and his friends. I am free, finally. My wandering eyes took in the beautiful landscape of mighty wise oaks and hickory trees losing their leaves on Barker Road. The crisp air tickled my nose as I neared the corner to cross over Eve Lane. I stood there admiring the beautiful painted leaves falling gracefully from above as I waited for a car to pass. "Yo, Luke. Run far!", a faint voice echoed through my zoned out mind. Suddenly, I heard a faint 'watch out'. I turned to see what was going on when someone crashed into me, laying me flat out on the ground under them. I grumbled a few curse words under my breath before looking to see who tackled me. My eyes looked to meet the dark brown orbs of the kid. He looked around my age with dark brown hair and bangs that hung to his eyes. He stared back at me with the same type of shock of running into each other. In this shock state, he has got off me yet and his body is crushing my right arm which is now very painful. "Hi", he said breathlessly, probably just from trying to catch the football. "Um...Hi", I responded awkwardly back to the stranger boy still on top of me. "Uh...Luke was it?", I said after an awkward silence because my arm is killing me so bad right this minute. "Yeah, yeah, that's my name. Who are you?", he smiled at me charmingly. Great playboy, I thought. "I'm Getta, Getta Offofme", i smiled sarcastically. Laughter burst out from above us, I looked to see Thomas Dickson looking at us. "That was a roast, bro", he said in between his laughter. "Is that why there's a burnt smell in the air now", I replied. "Maybe that's just the leftover smell of your s***ty breakfast". "Trust me if my breakfast looked anything like you, the mold would even reject it". "At Least I don't look like a f*****g lost i***t roaming the sidewalk like a hobo". "You're right...because if you did you could finally have a reason to get good pick up lines", I retorted angrily. Just who does he think he is?! "You two sound like an old married couple" *Thomas and author eating popcorn while watching the drama* Are you fricking serious?!