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I do underground fights to make quick and easy cash. And now everyone in The Underground knew of Vee. Who was Vee? Me. "Vee and Red everybody." The MC nodded my way before stepping out of the ring. "You're Vee? How pathetic." Kenna laughed loudly. I too was shocked at the fact that I would be fighting Kenna, the girl who spent most of her day today glaring at me. "You won't survive in here, I've been wanting to punch your pretty face all day." She smiled wickedly. At least she thinks I have a pretty face. I thought. She had her eyes closed, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. Rule number one, don't underestimate your opponent. I thought to myself. Throwing a punch to her mouth, splitting her bottom lip in the process, she soon shut up, leaving the huge warehouse silent. As soon as she showed an ounce of tiredness. I laid into her immediately, throwing punches into every part of her body before knocking her out cold and watching her drop to the floor. "VEE, the winner." The MC yelled into his microphone. _____________ "Get those boxes over there please." I asked of my little brother. "How are we going to afford to move Av?" He asked, using my nickname and running his fingers through his blonde hair he inherited from our mother. "I saved enough money to get us out of this town, I promise I have it all sorted out." I explained, putting more boxes into the huge truck. "I don't like that you're still working with Kota." He said frowning. "I know, I'll try to find a proper job once we settle in but it's the only income we have for now." I said pecking his forehead. I pretty much have full custody of my little brother Grayson who is 16 years old, though we both have our grandmother, she would not provide for us and kicked us out, saying we were old enough to look after ourselves. Her doing that was a blessing since she wasn't very nice to us. My brother and I struggled coming back to my parent's house after losing them but we managed. I struggled more trying to provide for my brother but I always made ends meet, I always figured out a way, and it was hard. As long as my brother was fed and had a roof over his head, I was content. Our parents died in a car crash a year ago, we've been coping well but the house reminded us of them so much it was suffocating. I decided to move us, for a fresh start. A new beginning, somewhere where our neighbors didn't look at us with pity and reminded us of the loss we have faced. "Earth to Ava." My brother says, waving his hands in front of my face. "Sorry." I smiled sheepishly. "How did you manage to get our grandmother to sign the papers to the new house?" He asked, putting more boxes into the huge truck. "She signed them right away, didn't even look them over, she doesn't want us." I sighed, a pang of hurt hitting my heart. "It's okay, we'll be fine." My brother smiled half-heartedly. "I know." I said bumping shoulders with him. I decided to keep our parent's house in case we needed somewhere to come back to if things didn't work out in our new place. "Is that everything?" I asked, walking back into the now empty house. "I think so, I'll check upstairs." He bolted upstairs. "Nothing up here." He shouted moment's later, running back down. "Okay, let's go," I said, double checking the windows and back door to the house. Our house was once filled with love by our parent's, now it only felt empty without them. It was a beautiful house, your typical white picket fence house. Locking the door behind me, I bent down to grab the spare key from the fake plant that sat neatly next to the front door. "Can't believe we're actually leaving, I'm going to miss it." Grayson said, eyes filled with unshed tears. "We'll be back one day." I promised, throwing my arm over his shoulders with difficulty since he was a little taller than me. "Come on before Jeff and Dave get more impatient." I said, staring at the huge trucks from the moving company. "I'm glad I talked you out of selling this car," Greyson said, settling into the leather passenger seat. "I'm glad you did too," I smiled, inhaling the familiar smell of my fathers' cologne. Even though he hasn't been in the car since they passed, the car still held his familiar scent. We had a Ford Mustang GT, it belonged to our father, and I would have sold it in a heartbeat to provide for my brother. We were going through a hard time when I was getting ready to sell it, the power and water were on the verge of getting switched off so I decided to sell it but my brother knew how much the car meant to me since it was our fathers' prized possession, mine included. I worked something out with the electricity and water bill company to extend the payment, so it gave me enough time to come up with the money from my job working with Kota. Pulling out of the driveway, the mover trucks followed closely behind as we drove to our new destination, our new beginning. ∞ "It looks like a nice neighborhood," Greyson said, stepping out of the car to stretch his tall frame. His hair was disheveled as he slept all the way here. "Teenage boys." I muttered under my breath. I stared at the house, it was better than the pictures, small but big enough for the both of us. The color of the house is off-white with dark grey detailing. It had a dark grey patio that stretched around the front and right side of the house. Checking the mailbox for the keys the real estate had left for us. It sat neatly placed with a welcome card. Welcome to Statesman, hope you enjoy your new house. A. Hillsway I read it out, clipping the house keys to my car keys and handing them to Greyson to go open the door. "I'll help Jeff and Dave." I called out. The sun was setting so we had to move fast or else we wouldn't be able to see anything. It took us an hour and a half to get the furniture and boxes into the house. I had Jeff and Dave put all the heavy things where I wanted before paying them. "I ordered pizza for dinner, let's get started on unpacking." I huffed, staring at all the boxes chattered all over the entrance and dining room floors. It's going to be a long weekend of unpacking. I sighed. "Grayson, wake up we got to be ready in an hour, school starts at 8:30 but we have to go early to get our schedules." I yelled, knocking on his door. "Okay," He yelled back. His bedroom was opposite mine, with a bathroom between the two. He soon came running out with his towel draped around his neck, "Morning sis." He said groggily, running into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Snapping out of my daydreaming state, I too ran into my room to quickly shower. Since I had already picked out my outfit the day before, I got dressed into a cream bell-sleeved top, matching it with black high-waisted jeans, even though my top was cropped, my jeans covered my abdomen not showing any skin. I wasn't the type to fuss over what I wore and how I wore it but like everyone else, I'd like to look at least decent for my first day. Brushing out my long dark hair, it cascaded down my back in soft waves, the length stopping at my waist. I had naturally full eyebrows that arched to suit my face perfectly and eyelashes girls these days paid to have, high cheekbones, full lips and warm honey colored eyes. My mum used to call me beautiful but I never really believed it since it was her job to do so. I move the boxes filled with my trophies to the side to get my lip-gloss and shoes from my closet. My trophies were my Dads and I pride and joy, my dad was a great boxer, he's won hundreds of fights and so have I. Checking my watch, my brother swung my bedroom door open in a panic, "Does this look okay?" He asked, pointing down at his outfit. Tapping my index finger against my bottom lip, I examine his outfit carefully; blue denim t-shirt, brown shorts that stopped above his knees and black shoes. "It looks bad doesn't it," He says, throwing his arms up in defeat. "No, I like it, maybe change the shoes to the blue ones I brought you, it'll go with the denim t-shirt you have on." I said, slipping on my black vans. My brother is handsome like our father, although he held more resemblance to our mother. I looked more like our father with dark hair and warm honey colored eyes, people always thought Grayson and I weren't related since we looked so different but if you saw us standing next to our parents you would see the resemblance. Grayson had mums blue eyes and blonde hair. "Thanks." He says, dashing out of my room to change his shoes. Grabbing my school bag and dropping the essentials in, pencil case, notebooks, gum, and phone before heading downstairs. "Grayson lets go." I yell, finished packing both our lunches. We spent our weekend unpacking and setting the house up the way we wanted it, the house was great, it has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, dining room, lounge, kitchen, and washroom. The walls were all white and had brown wooden flooring, it had a cozy feel to the house, which I was grateful for, it felt like a home. "I'm ready," His deep voice called out from the entrance. Hurrying out of the door, I quickly lock it before the both of us rush to the car, throwing our bags in the back. The drive to school was only ten minutes, so we didn't need to fuss too much about getting there on time. Once we arrived, the school was completely deserted, the buildings were exactly like our old-school but colored different, large regular brick buildings with blue and white flags hanging off of tall posts. Only a lone janitor was in the hall of the entrance, sweeping the floors. We made our way to the student office to collect our schedules and the office lady was nice enough to mark out our classes and lockers on each of our school maps. We started school a week later than everyone else, the entrance hall was buzzing with chatter and laughter by students standing at their lockers. "God I hate being the new kids," Grayson said, slinging his arm over my shoulders. "Tell me about it," I muttered, annoyed at the stares but I never showed my annoyed expression. People glanced curiously at us, unsure who we were, some pointed, others stared just because others were. "This schools so big, there's got to be at least a thousand kids here," He said staring down at his map. "That I agree with." I replied staring at my own, "Are you good to find your way?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "What am I? Twelve?" He laughed, rolling his eyes. "Sometimes." I dumped his arm playfully. "Very funny, I'll see you after tryouts." He said, pulling me into a quick hug and leaving just as fast. Watching him leave was like watching my very own child leave, oh the heartache. The curious eyes followed me as I walked through the hall looking for my locker. "Hey." A high-pitched voice said as I punched in my locker code. "Hi." I replied, smiling at her and the group she had behind her, wearing the same cheerleader's outfit. "Want to be apart of our clique?" She asked, playing with her well-manicured nails, her gorgeous blonde hair framing her face. "No, thanks for the offer though." I say as nicely as I could, pulling my leather jacket from my gym bag and shoving it into my school bag. "We wouldn't want to be friends with you anyways." She muttered, walking away with her 'clique'. The feelings mutual. I thought. My parents taught me to never say something if it wasn't nice, and I kept to it. The bell finally rung, signaling for the first set of classes to start. Shutting my locker, I rushed to my first class being AP English. Lovely. I thought, huffing my distaste at the subject. I arrived before everyone else; the teacher was writing something up on the blackboard so he wasn't paying attention to who walked in, making my way over to him I cleared my throat to try to get his attention. "Who might we have here?" He turned to face me, smiling down at me, his eyes crinkling on the sides. "Hi, I'm Ava Vice." I replied handing over my schedule. "Oh yes, I'm Mr. Franklin but everyone calls me Mr. F, we are working on a group project at the moment, that is why we have four of the tables made into one big table," He said gesturing to the table layout, "I will put you into this group over here." He made his way over to the back of the room, "You can sit over here." He pointed to a specific chair, closest to the window. "Thank you." I nodded appreciatively. "I will explain the project to you during the lesson since everyone has started already, but take these notes for now." He handed me some papers. I read over the notes as the rest of the students piled in, I've already done the same project at my old school so I already knew what to do. People shamelessly stared at me as I sat waiting for the lesson to begin. Every table in the room finally filled besides mine and one other, though I wasn't complaining. The teacher finally started the lesson, telling the class he doesn't want to see anyone on their phones unless they want them taken off them. I watched him talk until he finally made his way over to me. "Your group hasn't shown up yet." He pointed at the empty seats. "I figured." I stared deadpanned. "They always come late, so they'll be here any minute," He said staring at his watch. "And now." He pointed at the door. On cue five guys and a single girl strolled through the door, their hands shoved into their designer clothes. "You're all late, like always." Mr. F called out. "Yeah yeah, save it old man." One of them said, rolling his green eyes. Mr. F huffed in frustration, muttering something under his breath. The two guys carried on their conversation, pulling out chairs at the table I sat at; they didn't notice I was there so they carried on talking. But again, I wasn't complaining. The other four sat in the other empty table next to ours, chatting away. "So you think he will do it?" The one with dark curly hair asked, straightening out the white shirt he wore, blinking his dark grey eyes. "Who knows what he'll do, when do we ever." The other said, running his long and lean fingers through his nicely combed back hair. The curly head had strong features, sharp jawline, thick brows, thick lashes, and dark grey eyes, he had a beauty spot resting on his lip. The one with slicked soft brown hair was just as handsome as curly head, strong jawline, bright green eyes framed by thick lashes. They both had a similar build, puff at the shoulders but toned everywhere else. "Is he coming today?" Grey eyes asked. "I don't know man." Replied the other. Ignoring their conversation, I started writing notes down. "Who the heck are you?" The girl who walked in late called out. Assuming she was talking to me, I never flinched or acknowledged her but carried on writing like I never heard her. "Who the heck are you?" Curly head demanded, staring at me like I grew another head. "This is Ava our new student, if you paid attention you might have noticed she was there." The teacher yelled. "Yeah yeah, whatever old man." They both said, staring at me warily. "How long have you been sitting there?" Green eyes asked, moving his chair away from me like I had a disease. "Since class started." I replied calmly, pretending to read over the notes Mr. F gave me. "What the heck." One of them said, they both eyed me for the rest of the lesson but I ignored them both and drew aimlessly into my notebook. The girl from before glared at me with pure dislike. Why? I don't know but I never paid her any mind. As soon as the bell rung, they were the first out of class. I was glad they left in a hurry as I packed everything up into my bag. My next class went by fast since it was art, though I wasn't good at it, it was still a fun class. The whole school had lunch at the same time, which I found strange for such a big school. Checking my phone for any calls or messages from Kota, one popped up as soon as I opened my message app. I set you up at 23:00. Meet me somewhere before then. -Kota. Kota was my knight in shining armor I'd like to call him, though not romantically, he had other benefits. He was the one who suggested I do underground fights to make quick and easy cash. I didn't like the idea at first but I was desperate to provide for my brother and me so I eventually gave in and started fighting for money. It wasn't legal, nowhere near it actually. When I first started trying to provide for us I was sixteen and Greyson was fifteen, I cried and cried for the first couple of weeks, I hated everyone. My dead parents included but I couldn't hate my brother, that's where I drew the line. To survive for the first couple of months after the car crash, I sold my mothers car, knowing the money wasn't going to last, I looked high and low for a job but I always came up empty-handed. No one would hire me and that is when I met Kota. The club that I'll be fighting at tonight, I've never been to but I've heard stories, not good ones anyway. Making my way into the cafeteria, I walk around for a couple of minutes till I finally spotted my brother sitting with some kids wearing soccer shirts. "Hey Grayson, can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked, smiling at his new friends, they looked nice enough. "Hey sis, yeah one moment." He said running over to the rubbish bin and back. "This is my sister Ava, Ava, my friends." Grayson said gesturing to the group sitting at the table. "Hey." I waved. A chorus of hey's from the group replied before I pulled Grayson away, to talk to him privately. "I have something on tonight, so after you try out for soccer later this afternoon, head straight home, I'll cook dinner and leave it in the fridge for you to warm up, okay?" I said pulling the spare key from my keychain and handing it over to him. "Be safe please." His eyes silently pleading. "Always, and good luck, you'll do great." I hugged him before walking out of the cafeteria doors and out into the open area where more kids hung out. I was glad my brother made friends so fast; he was a humble and easygoing kid so I wasn't too worried about him. Curious eyes watched me as I took in the open area, green grass coated the ground with park benches scatted everywhere. Deciding to sit under a tree far away from everyone else, I pulled out my lunch and ate in peace. Unlike my brother I preferred to be alone, it was something less I had to worry about. The rest of my classes rolled by slowly, AP Geometry and AP Biology. I liked both of them but this school seemed to be behind work compared to the school I had come from. Now standing in the girls changing rooms, I was getting dressed in the uniform the office lady had given me this morning. "Why do we even bother with this class, not like we do anything anyways," The girl I spoke to earlier in the hallway said. "To stare at the hot guys, duh." One of her friends said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Rolling my eyes, I slide my shirt over the top of my head and walked out of the changing rooms. None of the other girls dressed in their gym clothes besides me and two other girls. One looked like your typical nerd, thick-framed glasses and flinched away every time someone passed her. She was kind of cute in a way, she was one of those girls who never took the time to dress up and do her hair to show her real beauty, she seemed like the type who always blended in with the crowd, never noticed, never heard. I sat close to her on the benches but not close enough to make her uncomfortable. The other girl was the one from AP English; she was pretty, long black hair with a single red stripe, and slim build, she sat with the boys from English, in fact, she was the only girl who sat on the boy's side of the gym. The boys all sat on the opposite side of the gym from us girls. Our gym teacher blew his whistle, signaling for everyone to shut up. "Alright class, we will be playing dodgeball today." He gestured to the setup of balls lined in the middle of the huge gym. "Who will like to play? Raise your hand." He yelled over the talking girls. My hand shot up and so did everyone on the boy's side. I looked at the girls to see if anyone else's hand was up and to my surprise, the girl with the framed glasses hand was up too. I like her already. I thought, eyeing her. "Who are you?" The gym teacher asked, pointing at me. "Ava." I called back to him. Everyone stared and listened closely to our exchange. "Come here Ava." The teacher called back. If anyone in the gym didn't know who I was, well they know who I am now. My face stoic, I made my way over to him. "Huh, I didn't know you were starting today Ava Catia Vice." He said looking down at his clipboard, saying my full name louder then he needed to. "Well, here I am." I said making jazz hands. People giggled and laughed around us but the teacher soon dismissed me back to where I was once sitting. "Everyone who wants to play get down here, Silas and Drew you're the leaders, pick your teams." The teacher yelled out. We all waited to get picked out by the two guys I sat with in my first class this morning, Silas is the one with dark grey eyes and curly hair, and Drew is the one with green eyes and slicked back hair. As expected nerdy girl and I were the last picks. "Pricks." I muttered under my breath, making the other girl chuckle. "I don't want either of them on my team." Drew said, staring at me and nerdy girl in disgust. "Go suck your as$." I bit back, staring daggers at the prick. Drew tried staring me down but I held my ground and Glare girl gave me one of her nattiest looks with her arms wrapped around Drew's torso. Silas laughter echoed through the gym, some joining him but soon shut up once Drew turned his attention towards them. "You two can go on Silas team." Our teacher said sternly. "You know how to play right?" I asked the girl standing next to me. "Ahh, ye-yeah I do." She nodded, pushing her glasses back up her nose. "Ava." I held my hand to her. "Nadia." She shook my hand gently. "Let's go." I said, walking towards the wall where our team congregated. "Hands on the wall." The teacher yelled, spotting some of the boys trying to cheat, "When I blow my whistle, you all can start." He continued. Seconds later, he blew his whistle and the boys went running for the balls. Nadia stayed along the wall, as did I. Smart. I thought as I watched her dodge. The boys eventually got each other out, only leaving a hand full of people on both sides. Me, Nadia and Silas stood on our side while Drew, Glare girls name I've come to know as Kenna and three other guys. "You've already lost Silas." Drew laughed, staring at me and Nadia. Nadia sprinted down her end, and I followed suit, sprinting down the opposite side of her. Ball in hand; I threw it at the closest person I saw, hitting his leg and Nadia hitting the other guy on the leg also, making our teams equal. "What did you say Drew?" Silas raised his eyebrow, mocking his friend. Hoping Silas would take out Drew, I picked up a ball and watched the other team carefully. Aiming at one, I threw the ball hoping for it to hit my target but it missed, Nadia's ball came from her side hitting the same target, leaving Drew and Kenna standing on their side. Silas was too busy mocking Drew that he never seen the ball Drew threw his way, hitting Silas shoulder indicating he was out. I stared at Nadia as if we could talk telepathically, hoping she'd understand what I had planned. I picked up a ball as I ran towards Drew and Kenna stepping over the halfway line. "AHHH huh, she's cheating." Kenna screamed at me as I went over the threshold. "I am but she's not." I pointed at Nadia as she threw a ball at Drew's stomach and one at Kenna's head, finishing and winning the game for our team. "THAT'S NOT FAIR." Kenna glared and pointed at Nadia and me. "Who said life was fair?" I raised my eyebrow at her as she stormed off towards her group of friends from AP English, a guy I've never seen before stared at me intently, his stare making a chill run down my spine. I watched Kenna run to him, fuming. Holding his strong arms out to her, he comforted her by patting her back awkwardly. "Remind me to pick you two next time." Silas smiled widely at me and Nadia. "You won't be picking next time." The teacher said bluntly as the bell rang for the end of the day. "Class is dismissed." He yelled as everyone was already exiting the gym. "Good game." I side glanced at Nadia. "Likewise." She smiled back. I hurried and changed back into my clothes, shoving my gym clothes back into my gym bag and ran out of the gym, heading towards my locker to shove my books in there. The hallways were busy with kids trying to push their way out, so I waited till things calmed down and walked out soon after. An intense stare landed on me as soon as I made my way down the stairs to the student parking lot. "Who's she?" I heard a silvery voice ask, as I walked by to get to my car. "New girl." Silas replied, I never paid attention to them, I kept my head straight but I knew it was Silas by the hint of Spanish in his accent, he said more but I didn't hear the rest as I threw my bags in and pulled out of the school gates. I cleaned, got our lunches and things ready for tomorrow, and made dinner for Grayson, he was trying out for the soccer team. He's always loved soccer so I encouraged him to try out for the team here, he insisted to try to get a job to help out but I said no. My teenage years were cut short and I had to grow up for the both of us, I wanted at least one of us to enjoy it. I held the national title for the best female boxer in the country, everyone in the industry knew Ava Catia Vice, the daughter of Hayze Vice. But everyone in The Underground knew of Vee. Who was Vee? Me.

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