Sydney's POV
The text from my boxing coach. It read:
'Hey Syd, I got u ur first fight! Meet me outside ur house in 15? Wouldn't want u to loose miss this fight... '
Ugh. I was hoping he would drop this idea. Of this being my job. Ya, I know I'm a decent boxer, but that's usually to blow off steam, which I have a lot of. My dad, used to totally ignore me and my eight year old brother, meaning we had to do everything ourselves. One night he got really drunk and mad. He kicked us out on the streets. Haven't heard from him since. Me and my brother Lucas, live in an alley with a few blankets, a pillow each, our clothes, I have a knife for protection, and a bit of money. I work at Starbucks. Anyway, my boxing coach wants me to start boxing for money. 200 for a lose. 400 for a win. The problem was, I'd be one of the very few girls. I don't go to school, so I don't know anyone or their weakness'. I'd probably die, but if I don't do it, my coach won't let me box for free, and I can't go very long without boxing. I guess I kinda have to take it.
*Outside Sydney's Alley*
"Who will I be boxing?"
"He goes by the name 'Payne'"
"W-why?"
"How am I supposed to know?!?"
So I guess I'll be boxing a guy named 'Payne'. Crap.
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