As the title says, I ended up boxing. I’ll get to that in a second. So we get home and its 9PM. My mom agrees to babysit her friend’s kids. So 4 of them show up. An 18 month, a 4 year old, and 2 12 year olds. So 1 boy, 3 girls. *in that order * So they are hanging out outside and starts talking to my lil sister’s ex. He’s out there and Michelle doesn’t like him. *he dissed My lil sister * And my lil sister still says hi to him and stuff. So some how one of the 12 year olds decides to box that guy, Michael. So they box for a second until he makes her bleed from the nose.

My lil sister then wants to box Michael. He then tells her that he wants to challenge me. * he’s being cocky * He is cocky in general too. So being a guy that really wants to fight someone so cocky, I agree. So I get a small drink of water and put myself in the zone. There is a lot of people out side the apartments. Like 5 of his friends, his brother, those girls and my family. Also passerbyers. I figure that no one really thinks I can win. He’s 15 but in shape. He has stomach muscles and has some muscles in general. I’m a lil bigger than him, but that’s in fat. I think he’s 145 lbs and I’m 160 lbs. *yeah, dropped a few pounds * Anyways, I’m hyping myself up with anger, so I can fight better. I say to myself “No one here thinks I will win. He’s just doing this to show off. I hate his cockiness. Don’t want to lose then they will just taunt out there.” So I go out there angry.

We start fighting and he gets off a decent start. He catches me with a clean left one. I then remember to stick to my strategy. Keep my hands up. Use jabs. Hit his main hand * his left * and hit him with the other. Attack when he seems distracted. So I stick to that and I start really getting him. At one point I get a good 5 clean ones in a row. So he’s moving around and his friends are trying to give him strategies. So I get even angrier and say “come on bitch” He says, “WHAT” Noteing that he’s taking it seriously, I tell him I ‘m just fucking around. We continue. He keeps bouncing around and trying to give me one really good one. So its been about 30 minutes and my mom wants it to end soon. We kinda ignore her and keep going. I then catch him really good. I then keep going. I launch like 7 good ones and everyone is hooting and hollering. I back up quickly because I know he’s going to be mad and try to get me. He does right away and he misses because I was expecting it. He’s tired. He tells me, “Ok, that’s all.” We hit fists and say, “later”. We take off the gloves. I go back to my apartment.

At the apartment, I still have loads of energy. I’m still pumped up. I’m drinking water and just moving around. Michelle asked me to cut chicken and stuff. I was a lil pumped up and not concentrated but did it. I felt good that I was the consensus winner. Ofcourse Michael wants a “rematch”. I’m sure his bruised ego wants to be big again. Plus, from what I hear, he always beats other people he boxes. So yeah, I know he’s a lil surprised and shocked.

I guess I’m obligated to box again, but that’s not really something I look forward too. I really don’t like fighting and all that jazz. I’d rather develop a real friendship then to do such a teenish thing.

Today, I’m sore. My arm muscles hurt. He did get a piece of my gum to bleed, but that was more my braces than anything else. Besides that, nothing else really going on. That’s all.