I felt butterfly in my stomach as I counted my breath. A kid with a black t-shirt and blue jeans yells out “get ready!” I walk up more nervous than excited, and started to cover my face with my forearms. This had been my first fist fight worst yet, I knew I would lose. The sunlight beating down on me the rays of light burning my skin it was overwhelming. Tasting the sweat as it slid from my forehead in to my mouth. I start to spit and, start to wipe my face with my shirt.
salty that’s kind of gross can’t believe I swallow it!
The grass was lush, long, green, and probably was the greenest grass on the block. The area had an almost perfect tan/brown wooden fence that was 8ft. tall that surrounded you, almost making you think that you’re trapped in a cage. It was perfect, the ground was level with no random slopes or mini holes. There was nothing much for a back yard but a few white metal chairs and a pick nick table. A few of my friends watched and they looked pretty excited I was excited, I was ready to go! Let’s go back to a few minutes before it all went down.
My friends and I were all enjoying our time hanging out, laughing, and telling jokes. We were all talking and the subject changes here and there. One of them started talking about fighting and then they randomly ask “anyone want to have a fight match?”
Some were up for it others said no to it.
“Hey want to take a go at it?” asked one of my friends who was wearing green shirt blue jeans that about was 5’5. He was pretty toned and had more fighting experience than me you could see his muscles about to burst out! (Let’s just call him Bob)

“Sure, why not?” I said back. Well that was the wrong answer.
I was only 5’3 at that time and had a red shirt and black pants on. The muscles you could see from me were only viewable from a microscope. That’s right I look like a twig compare to him, a very small twig right next to a huge tree. This wouldn’t look good any way you put it.
Now the same kid yells “Go!” I charge towards Bob.
Here I go!
I run swing my left arm missing then my right with more energy and momentum. Bob steps back making me stumble forward and missing again.
Now Bob sends two punches going for my chest hitting it, I felt a slight sting as I get back up to recover my balance. Now I swing with my right arm getting a nice swing as if I was cutting through the air smashing on the left side of his ribs, Bob stumbles back a little.

He just laughs “That’s the best you can do?” as he throwing several punches mostly missing me, but close enough rubbing against my skin I could feel the pain of my skin burning. I start to jump back dodging his punches which came faster than the speed of light, I was lucky to dodge his punches. Bob successfully puts a few hits on me each strike feeling like it came from a baseball bat. As I back up my back touches the corner of the fence. I was stuck with no hope of escape.
I’m so effed
Fiercely swinging like a crazy man was my only hope of getting out of there. After I put a few punches at him, he starts punching fast with more energy his face red from anger. I quickly run to the left seeing an opening getting out almost tripping and stumbling forward and now is Bob in the corner. We start punching each other again ramming each other like rams. All you could hear was the sound of a beating drum as we hit each other.
“ohh damn! Look at them go!”
Every time I land a punch on him, I could feel as if I was just punching a wall. Every time he punches me it felt like I ran in to a wall. It was crazy! After a few more punches I got tired my arm ached in pain from all the hits I took but, Bob kept swinging faster and faster. His blows were just too overwhelming.
Damn! I can’t take another hit
“Common you can do it!” A few people yelled
I decide to take my finishing punch, by swing my right arm aiming for his head.
I back up to the middle of the yard now. Bob walks up still trying to punch me. Now I run up to Bob who was just 2 feet away from me. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best, as I swing which probably just look like a drunken man punching and invisible man. I feel him push my arm away from him and, I open my eyes. Bob swings his right fist fast as lightning landing smashing on my right cheek bone it felt like I ran into a concrete wall. I just pen my eyes in disbelief.
How did I miss?
I could feel my sweat just flying off my face and, my vision blurred. I block my face and start backing up, he runs sending two punches to my stomach knocking the air out of me. I bend forward covering my stomach. I felt like I was suffocating, and my stomach ached in pain. Bob wasn’t done yet. He then flings his right arm making his final blow this time landing on my temple this time it felt as if a train ran over my face. Everything was in slow motion as I landed on the ground my face half numb and, I half dazed. Bob walks around doing his victory celebration. As I got the energy to move again I could feel a sharp pain. A pain I have never felt in my whole life. I felt as I was burned alive. I started to stand up struggling.
“Good match” Bob pulls me up saying and, we both laugh Bob says still laughing “Nice purple mark on your face” as he shakes my hand Bob tells me “You know sometimes you win some and, you lose some”
I said still weak at the moment “Sure”.
After that we just ate a lot of food who knew fighting makes you hungry. After eating we went on playing sports and enjoyed our summer. I learned that you should always try your best and, theirs is always a next time so you have to work hard.