Social Issues
"Come on Sausage!"Kaylee whistled, and patted her leg again. "Come ON Sausage!" she cried. "We've got to go NOW!"
Sausage took one step forward, then backed up, whining.
Kaylee heard a reverberating CRACK, and turned, startled. A tall, blazing tree splintered across the lane. Before Kaylee could react, the flames roared across Jack’s property, licking up and over the frame of his house.
Why did everyone keep asking me how I felt? How did they expect me to feel? I felt rotten. I felt worried. I felt scared.
Scared about her falling and hurting herself.
And very very scared about what my friends would say when they found out what was going on.
How did I feel? What a dumb question.
In tae kwon do, I love it when I take a kick to the head, or when some guy punches me in the chest. When I can take some other guy's hit, it makes me feel tough. But there are always moves I stop myself from using, because they are frowned upon in my sport. Tonight I am free to win any way I can. With any move I see open to me.
