Legthal Fighting

10

Words in Welsh. In brackets English translation.

I know very little Welsh, so fellow Welsh people. Please don't hurt me.

*

"Ond Mum." (But mum.) I said in to the speaker of my phone.

"Dw i ddim yn hoffi Grayson." (I don't like Grayson.) I huffed. Why was she this irritating?!

"Hwyl." (Goodbye) I muttered as I heard the phone beep as I hung up. Staring out my window, I saw the streetlights shining brightly in the dark night sky. It was cloudy, with light fog and no stars. These were nights I didn't enjoy as much. They were irritating and boring. The starry nights, which shined brightly were much better.

I watched as people walked along the streets. Many couples, as this was one of the more touristy corners of England. Especially for people who came to 'be young' again. It was quite adorable. Seeing the elders smiles was the best.

I heard a knock on my door and went to open it. The Uber eats driver stood at the door.

"Order for Mae Kline?" he questioned. He seemed to be new or was one of the rare ones who enjoyed the job. He was more excited than the usuals.

"That would be me. How much again?" I asked accepting the warm food.

"15.99 please."

"Here's 20 quid." I handed him a twenty pound note. "Thank you!" I said, as the door shut.

Finally time to eat my dinner.

*
"There's no point." I mumbled as I watched the boys laugh at me again, after my attempt to just train for Nationals. I had to deal with these idiots.

"You alright?" Jack asked for maybe the 100th time today.
"Fine." I repeated. He raised an eyebrow and luckily he just went with it.

"If you're that upset though, use the anger to really punch them when you fight them next month." his advice did make sense, at least get back at them again.

The distant laughter didn't end and I couldn't concentrate on a word, so I took the advice and just imagined blood oozing from the screen, as much as possible. Then I watched as the knife finally hit the target.

That took too long to muster. I decided to try the ping multiple. As that was the trick I was going to show at Nationals.

I then threw 2 at once.

3.

4.

I took the 5th. The guys had stopped laughing and snickering and were watching as I gripped the knives between my knuckles.

Breathing in and out. The only thing left was the target and me. Everyone else was weirdly gone.

Slowly the knives hit the bored. Each one in to the gold.

"Yes!" Jack yelled and lifted me up into the air.

"I did it!" I screeched. I was jumping up and down like a little kid on Christmas wanting their presents. Instead the scenario was that 5 knives had hit their targets.

"You're going to do great at Nationals." Jack whispered, whilst all I could do was grin.

"Thank you."

(13/2/22)