FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 09 (Slight Edit)

Those images, they were in bits and pieces, but she looked to her left hand and balled it into a fist before the next image was that of someone being punched. Was I... in a fight? Or is it a past event that happened?

But as soon as those images came in her mind they vanished all the same, great, last thing she needed was for herself to be in some kind of brawler in this town.

The next class was gym, as the girls were in the change room one girl whistled drawing Charla's attention. "Dang girl you've got some muscle on you."

She looked to see a tanned girl with short almost reddish orange hair in a pixie cut. The girl seemed to be staring Charla's body in particular, but the girl herself was rather tall and had a very athletic build herself.

"What kind of sports do you play?" the girl asked with a big grin.

"Uh... you mean like clubs? I don't really have any, at least at my old school I mainly just did self-defence stuff is all..."

The girl placed her hands on her hips and nodded in agreement. "Right, right that makes some sense a girl has to protect herself in the big city. That's smart of you."

"Thanks...?"

"Geez Sam," Alex said with a tired breath. "Can't you at least wait till school is over when it comes to trying to hook people into your club?"

The girl named Sam shrugged. "Alex you know what I'm like, besides I'm still trying to get you to try out too."

Alex merely looked board at what the girl said. "No way in hell, you know I have no interest in that kind of thing, and if you don't mind we have gym now."

Sam threw on the rest of her uniform. "Okay fine, but I'm still going to try."

When the girls from the other class were gone from the changing room Charla looked to Alex with a confused expression. "What was that all about? And who was she?"

"That was Sam Winters, same year as us, different class and a total exercise nut. She's been trying to get me into joining clubs, like baseball or soccer, and swimming to martial arts since grade school."

That is a lot, the girl must be pretty determined. "So you've known her a long while huh?"

"All my life practically, we don't hang out much but she's a good person. A lot of people like her. But she is right about something."

Charla tilted her head slightly. "What's that?"

"You,"

Charla arched a brow. "Me?"

She nodded. "Yeah, you're a bit smaller then me, and you do have some athletic build to you, I know you said you didn't join any clubs but you are pretty fit. What'd you do back in the city, join an underground fight club?"

She scoffed at Alex's question. "No, I didn't join any underground fight club, this was just... something I felt like I needed to do."

"When did you start?"

"When I was fourteen."

So not after the accident. "Mind if I ask why you started?"

An image of that man came back to her mind and Charla shook her head. "No real reason, that was around the time those incidents started and my Dad wanted me to be safe, so that's why."