(Alison P.O.V)As I scrambled down the stairs, my mom's urgent voice echoed through the house, pulling me out of my morning haze. "Alison! Breakfast is ready, and you're running late! Ella and Ethan are waiting for you in Ethan's car."My heart raced as I realized the time. I hurriedly grabbed my bag, barely registering the toast I snatched from my plate as I rushed towards the door. "Thanks, Mom!" I called back, my voice a mix of gratitude and panic.Outside, the morning air was cool against my skin as I sprinted towards Ethan's car. I yanked open the door and slid into the passenger seat, my breath coming in short gasps. With a quick motion, I removed the toast from my mouth and closed the door behind me, the sound muffled in the rush of adrenaline.Turning to Ella and Ethan, I couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity amidst the chaos. "Were you able to get in contact with your friend whom you said is the person who had dealings with
(Alison P.O.V)As Ethan led us down the bustling road, I marveled at the array of shops selling various antiques. The scene was vibrant, with the vendors' shouts mingling with the chatter of customers. Some vendors were hawking their wares loudly to attract attention, while others were engrossed in conversations with potential buyers. The shops displayed an eclectic mix of treasures from bygone eras: grand old standing clocks reminiscent of our grandparents' time, vintage telephones, and myriad other antiques.After a while, Ethan guided us to a shop that stood out from the rest. It was old but exuded a certain charm and care in its upkeep. The sign above the door read, "Old Times Antiques Shop."The wind chime rang softly as we walked into the shop, its gentle melody welcoming us. Inside, the shop was a treasure trove of history. The air was filled with a faint, nostalgic scent of aged wood and old books. Shelves lined the walls, crammed with a variety of antiques: porcelain figurine
(Alison P.O.V)As we slipped into the car, my hands trembled, betraying my nerves. "Do you think she was talking about Mathew?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. The echo of Madame Zara's ominous words still haunted me.Ella, sensing my unease, placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Alison, you're overthinking this. Madame Zara thrives on fear," she said, her tone gentle yet firm.I clenched my fists, the weight of her prophecy pressing down on me. "But she was right about my financial problems. And I did decide to enter the competition because of it," I insisted, my eyes searching Ella's for reassurance.Ethan started the car, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "Alison, financial struggles are common. Madame Zara preys on that, scaring people to exploit them. Don't let her get into your head," he said, his voice steady and reassuring."Besides, you should be focusing on your fights in the club," Ella said, steering the conversation away from Madame Zara's ominous predictions. "
(3rd person P.O.V)On Sunday afternoon at 11:30 am, Lilly was cooking lunch and her daughter Alison was helping her prepare lunch and arranging the table. Alison’s father, Jared, was reading the newspaper and enjoying sunbathing on the lawn when a few black cars came and stopped beside his house. Jared panicked and ran inside his house.“Lilly,” Jared called his wife in panic while closing the door, hoping that it would buy some time for him and his family to get to safety.“Jared, what happens? Why are you running inside the house like this?” Lilly asks, looking worried.“Mathew and his men are coming here. Quickly, go and hide somewhere in the house with Alison,” Jared said in a hurry and peeked outside the house through the hole in the door. Lilly grabs Alison’s hand and runs towards her bedroom, then hides inside the closet.“Mom, what’s wrong? Why are we hiding inside the closet?” Alison asks her mother. Before Lilly could answer her, they heard someone break the door and signale
(Alison P.O.V)I have told Mom that I would think of something to get us out of this problem, but how will I arrange such a significant amount of money in such a short time?“Ali,...Ali,” I feel someone shaking my shoulders.“huh,” I said and looked up to see the twins looking worriedly at me.“W...what?” I said and ran a hand over my face.“Is everything alright? We have been calling you for a long time, but you didn’t respond to us,” Ella said to me. THE BELL RINGS before I can reply to them, signalling that the first class will start soon.“I will tell you guys later,” I said to them. They nodded their head at me, and we rushed to our homeroom class. I couldn’t concentrate on any of my classes due to today’s incident, and I think my friends noticed that too because they were nagging me to tell them what was bothering me at lunchtime.“I will tell you, after school, because it’s not the place where I can share this problem with you,” I said to them while grabbing the tray and gettin
(Alison P.O.V)“I have talked with him, and he said that he will help us,” Ethan said while walking inside the room.“Cool, how about we go and buy some wig or something to use as a disguise?” Ella asks me. We agree and go to the costume store and buy two blonde wigs, two pairs of lenses, and three hoddies from the mall. I wanted to pay for all that, but Ella stopped me, saying that she wanted to do something to help me since she couldn’t come up with any safe ideas, even though I had told her that she didn’t have to worry about it.By the time we reached home, it was already time for dinner. After dinner, we go to Ella’s room, complete our homework, and pretend to fall asleep after talking for some time.An hour later, we heard someone knock on our door.“You guys get ready. We are leaving now. Mother and father had already fallen asleep,” Ethan said while peeing inside the room. I wear my wig, eye lens, and hoodie, check everything I need for street fighting, and then follow them ou
(Alison P.O.V)I registered my details at the front desk, my heart thrumming with anticipation. The scent of determination seemed to hang in the air as I walked towards the locker room, the echo of my footsteps blending with the distant sounds of cheering and the rhythmic thuds of punches meeting flesh. The anticipation was palpable, a surge of energy that invigorated my every step.Inside the locker room, I shed my everyday clothes and donned my fighting attire. The fabric clung to my body, a second skin that was both comfortable and armor. I tied my hair into a tight bun, every strand secured so there would be no distractions. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, a mix of intensity and focus that I had honed over countless hours of training.As I stepped out of the locker room and walked to the fighting arena with my friends. The arena opened up before me like a coliseum of raw emotion. Two men were locked in combat, their movements a dance of power and strategy. The crowd
(Alison P.O.V)“And the winner of this fight is Roxcy,” the referee said, raising my hand in victory. I couldn’t help but smile.After that exhilarating victory, my journey in the ring continued. Fight after fight, I stepped into the arena, no longer underestimated by my opponents. It was as if the whispers of my previous triumph had spread through the ranks, a testament to the power of breaking stereotypes. This new chapter of challenges was both daunting and invigorating.Gone were the smirks and dismissive glances. Instead, my opponents met my gaze with a steely resolve, a determination to match my own. They had seen what I was capable of, and they weren’t about to let their guard down. As the bell rang, signaling the start of each match, I felt a different kind of energy, a heightened sense of focus that pulsed through every fiber of my being.The fights became more intense, a strategic dance of skill and strength. Each punch I threw was met with a calculated counter, and every mo
(Alison P.O.V)As we slipped into the car, my hands trembled, betraying my nerves. "Do you think she was talking about Mathew?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. The echo of Madame Zara's ominous words still haunted me.Ella, sensing my unease, placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Alison, you're overthinking this. Madame Zara thrives on fear," she said, her tone gentle yet firm.I clenched my fists, the weight of her prophecy pressing down on me. "But she was right about my financial problems. And I did decide to enter the competition because of it," I insisted, my eyes searching Ella's for reassurance.Ethan started the car, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "Alison, financial struggles are common. Madame Zara preys on that, scaring people to exploit them. Don't let her get into your head," he said, his voice steady and reassuring."Besides, you should be focusing on your fights in the club," Ella said, steering the conversation away from Madame Zara's ominous predictions. "
(Alison P.O.V)As Ethan led us down the bustling road, I marveled at the array of shops selling various antiques. The scene was vibrant, with the vendors' shouts mingling with the chatter of customers. Some vendors were hawking their wares loudly to attract attention, while others were engrossed in conversations with potential buyers. The shops displayed an eclectic mix of treasures from bygone eras: grand old standing clocks reminiscent of our grandparents' time, vintage telephones, and myriad other antiques.After a while, Ethan guided us to a shop that stood out from the rest. It was old but exuded a certain charm and care in its upkeep. The sign above the door read, "Old Times Antiques Shop."The wind chime rang softly as we walked into the shop, its gentle melody welcoming us. Inside, the shop was a treasure trove of history. The air was filled with a faint, nostalgic scent of aged wood and old books. Shelves lined the walls, crammed with a variety of antiques: porcelain figurine
(Alison P.O.V)As I scrambled down the stairs, my mom's urgent voice echoed through the house, pulling me out of my morning haze. "Alison! Breakfast is ready, and you're running late! Ella and Ethan are waiting for you in Ethan's car."My heart raced as I realized the time. I hurriedly grabbed my bag, barely registering the toast I snatched from my plate as I rushed towards the door. "Thanks, Mom!" I called back, my voice a mix of gratitude and panic.Outside, the morning air was cool against my skin as I sprinted towards Ethan's car. I yanked open the door and slid into the passenger seat, my breath coming in short gasps. With a quick motion, I removed the toast from my mouth and closed the door behind me, the sound muffled in the rush of adrenaline.Turning to Ella and Ethan, I couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity amidst the chaos. "Were you able to get in contact with your friend whom you said is the person who had dealings with
(Alison's Point of View)"Ella, do you really want to participate in this competition? We can find another way to repay your father's debts if you want. Even though Robin said if any sponsor bothered you, we would find a way to deal with him, I can't help but worry about you," Ella said, her worries evident in her voice."I know you are worried about me, Ella, but we don't have any choice. We are running out of time," I replied with a smile that did not reach my eyes."You know, you can always ask for help from us," Ethan interjected."If it was just a small amount of money, I wouldn't have worried about it and would have asked you guys for help. But it's not. It's a huge amount," I said with a sigh, massaging my head."Just how much money did your father owe him, anyway?" Ella asked, clearly annoyed with the situation."Two million five hundred thousand dollars," I whispered, but they still heard it."What?" Ella and Ethan yelled in unison."Truth be told, it was $1,500,000, but the
"Say it again. What did you say just now? I think I have heard something wrong," Ethan said while glaring at him."No, you heard right. It was me who arranged this fight," Robin said. Ethan was going to punch him again, but Ella and I stopped him."Don't get me wrong, I didn't do it to hurt her. I did it for her good," Robin said while massaging his jaw."What do you mean?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "I don't understand how me almost getting killed by my opponent is for my good.""Didn't you say that you wanted to join the street fighting to repay your father's debt?" Robin asked."Yes, so?" I replied."Every once in five years, these street fighting clubs arrange competitions between their best fighters and the best fighters of other clubs. The rewards they provide to the winners are also huge. It is the easiest way to earn more money if you want to repay your debt as soon as possible. Just look at the amount you win in this fight. It is much larger than you normally earn," R
“Ro-ka-cy!” seeing Ella cheering Roxcy like that Ethan and a few people in the arena also started chanting her name with her, making a smile form on Roxcy’s face. Soon the crowd was evenly split, with half chanting Roxcy’s name and the other half cheering for Rebbeca. As the chants for Roxcy grew louder, Rebbeca’s expression darkened with discontent since she did not like sharing the attention of the crowd with someone else. She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth to keep herself so from punching Roxcy before the fight began. But soon a smirk formed on her face when she thought about how she going to crush her opponent and show her that no one could take her place as a champion.“Okay, guys, gather up and touch your gloves,” the referee said, motioning for Roxcy and Rebbeca to meet in the center of the ring.The two fighters approached each other, their gloved hand
After attending the school we all headed to the mall to do some necessary shopping. First, we headed to the cosmetic shop to purchase some concealer and make-up. As I was about to pick up the cheapest make-up kit and concealer, Ella stopped me. ” I know you wanted to buy the cheapest make-up kit and concealer to save money, but it would be better to purchase a little bit more expensive, long-lasting, and waterproof make-up. It would be troublesome if you are makeup worn down in the middle of the day and people notice injuries and bruises on your face,” Ella said while grabbing her hand stopping her from grabbing the cheap self to the expensive one and then looking for the make up she wanted to purchase for Alison.After she grabs what she wants she walks towards the counter and tells the girl sitting on the counter to wrap it up and for them. Before Alison gets the money out of her purse, Ethan tak
Alison awoke the following morning, and as she attempted to sit up, every muscle in her body protested as though a truck had mercilessly run over her during the night. The deep ache in her limbs was relentless, akin to a heavy weight pressing down on her. Every movement sent jolts of discomfort radiating through her muscles, and it felt as if her body had been pushed to its limits.Even the simple act of lifting her arm to reach for a glass of water seemed like an impossible task, and she couldn’t suppress the groans of pain with each movement. Glancing at her wall clock, she saw it was 5:30 AM.“I still have four and a half hours left before I have to go to school,” Alison thought.She managed to sit up, grabbed a glass of water, then opened her drawer, retrieved two painkiller tablets, and washed them down with a glass of water before slipping back into slumber.
As Ethan drove inside the entrance gate of the mansion, my eyes were immediately drawn to a stunning fountain that came into view. The sight was truly captivating, with water dancing and sparkling under the sunlight. The surroundings were like a haven of greenery, adorned with an assortment of plants and trees that seemed to embrace the estate.Before me, the path diverged into two inviting routes. One led towards the garages, where vehicles found their resting places. The other, however, took a different course–a picturesque journey through a splendid garden. It was a space that seemed to be plucked straight from a fairy tale, complete with a children’s playground nestled amidst the foliage.Amidst the garden’s allure were benches strategically placed, accompanied by tables and chairs that beckoned people to sit and savour the peaceful atmosphere. A magnificent greenhouse stood proudly, adding an air of sophistication to the surroundings.Choosing the path that led to the garages, Et