บท 10: Chapter 10: Anderson Backstory 1/3
I'm here again! I have finished my little break and now i will continue to write again. 3 chapters a week normally, like my other novels.
I will remind everyone that my updates might be irregular.
{100 stones = 1 extra chapter}
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(Anderson Pov:)
I always hated to lose.
Like my Father hated me.
(?? Years back..)
*Noisy background of a tournament*
"Come on! Hit him firmly!"
"You can do it!"
"Haha look at that fool."
"Why is he so awkward?"
And i hated this sport.
"You should give up Anderson you aren't meant for this sport." A ginger said to me, his hits weak and slow.
*Pam*
"Hah! You see it's easy to win against you." He remarked with spite, if only i could fight how i wanted..
I Kicked him lightly because I don't want to be signaled for excessive force. But this mother fucker said "No wonder your mother is not here"
"Shut up! Haaagh!" I lost control of my rage again and hit him in the face.
"Ughaah* his face splits dirtying the floof of his fathetic blood.
*Peeeep*
"Anderson disqualified for excessive force!" Fuck! These motherfuckers are soo weak!
....
I really hated weak people.
I was disqualified from the tournament for violence, hah what an irony.. Taekwondo was made to kill! Why i should hold back? These inferior beings to give the weak a possibility to win have made all these rules.
'no don't hit too hard!' or 'don't hit the throat' always this bullshit.
Why do i have to have mercy? The moment they decide to enter the ring they should be prepared to die.
Why do they make this sport so complex?
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"WHY CAN'T YOU BE NORMAL !?" My father shouted at me again..
"IT'S THAT DIFFICULT? TO FOLLOW THE RULES?" Fuck the rules..
"NOW LOOK! THE PARENTS OF THE CHILD ARE SUING! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO ALWAYS BRING TROUBLE!" He turned around "You shouldn't have born.." and whispered.
Again, the same story.. it's not my fault that you couldn't keep your dick on your pants.
"Why didn't you just score a point?" He asked me.
"Why.." i asked "WHY DO I HAVE TO FOLLOW THESE FUCKING RULES!" I roared unwillingly.
*Slap!*
"Don't talk to me like that."
I really want him to disappear..
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I was always different from the others, i didn't like to play stupid games for children, i wanted to fight.
I was born talented for taekwondo and i was flexible. The perfect combination. So i trained to master my craft, gaining an incredible equilibrium.
"Whoa Anderson! You are really talented for Taekwondo!" My father complimented me, when he was still a father..
"How about i inscribe you to taekwondo?" He asked me. And i, as a 10 year old was excited.
"Yes! I want to!" How bad of a decision i choose..
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The sport wasn't like i thought it was, they were weak and the teachers taught us useless things, why do we have to shout 'Ha!' everytime? Why have a specific stance? And what the fuck where these points!?
Shouldn't we fight until one of us loses? Or dies?
Why do i have to stop if these weaklings cry?, Ask for a time out? A TIME OUT?! WTF?
So i lost all the excitement. And quit.
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And there i begun my high school years.
And i saw that there only the strong were respected, they lived like kings, so i just did what i wanted.
I bullied the weak and took their money, but one day i bullied the the principal son, who made a scene to his father causing me to be espelled.
After that episode my father was feed up with me, so he enrolled me to a school at city M far from him. And my mother? Well... She... Left with another man, when i was a child.
I lived in a normal appartment because he was financially stable.
The school was called:
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Mudas Highschool.
What a shitty ahh name.
Anyway i was enrolled at the second year. And the first day i entered the school, i understood that something was lurking in the shadows. And... I didn't give a fuck.
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"We have a new student this year, You can come." The teacher said. What an annoying voice.
I entered the class and everyone was looking at me so i introduced myself.
"I'm Anderson, if you disturb my sleep i will fuck you up." I declared.
Everyone gave me a look of... Here we go again? What? They aren't surprised?
"Hmm.. okay you can go and sit at your desk."the teacher said awkwardly.
So i took my seat and slept.
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*Pam!*
"Wake up dumbass! Haha" someone slapped me on my nape, hahh what a pain in the ass. I looked up and saw a fat guy.
"Loser you need to pay the protection fee. Hurry up." Eh? Protection fee? Is this guy retarded?
"Oh yeah! You're new here, so you still don't know. I don't care. Give me your wallet." He ordered me. I got up, we were face to face.
"What did i say when i entered the class?" I said with my nerves already making themselves visible on my face.
Everyone was looking at us, expecting a scene. "Huh? What did you just say mother fucker?" He took a step closer to me. Damn his breath stinks of smoke.
"You don't seem to understand, i am the manager here, and you do what i sa-" before he could continue i just kicked the fuck out of this fatass.
"Ghah-" he flew towards the other part of the classroom and passed out.
"H-how!?" The others where shooked, i didn't pay attention to these mobs, so i turned my attention to a random guy and asked him.
"You tell me what the fuck is a manager." He was scared but explained to me everything.
"Ooh what an interesting system." I was interested but i continued to sleep, you know sleep is important.
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