Verse WalkerThe old GMC squealed to a stop in the school parking lot. The trucks brakes were about shot, and Jason knew hed have to replace them before the end of the month. He looked into the mirror as he shut of the engine. A sun-browned face set with watery blue eyes and rimmed with brown hair that was almost sun bleached blond stared back. Sighing, he reached behind the seat for his backpack and gabbed a familiar leather wrapped grip.Ever since he had been in an argument with his mother, in which she threatened to sell his katana, he had kept the sword in his truck. He fingered the guard for a moment, then let go of the weapon and gabbed his pack. As he neared the school building, his appearance became his trademark emotionlessly-cold-yet-thoughtful expression.Just inside the glass double-doors, his two best friends were waiting, the usual start to a usually mind-numbingly dull day.As Jason had expected, integrated Algebra seemed to fly by, especially since he had sle
Bloodlines: Mini 2Hiro stood uncomfortably outside the targets mansion. It had been a long time since he had worn tradition clothes, they reminded him of the old Isome clan.He looked around as a warm summer breeze washed over him, breathing in sharply when he caught sight of the person hed been waiting on.The girl came closer, her hair tied back and falling over a beautifully made formal kimono. Her light makeup barely hid the natural blush in her cheeks.Hiro let out the breath hed been holding.You look beautiful, Hanako chan.The girl blushed a bit more.Thank you
You look nice too Hiro sanThe Isome slid his arm around Hanako, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.Ready?The girl nodded and the two made their way up the wide stairs. At the top they were stopped by a skinny doorman in a traditional kimono. He eyed them through a thin pair of glasses as he held up a piece of parchment.Names?Hiro took a disinterested tone.
Why i wrestleWrestling prepares a person to fight the game of life.The wrestler is the one athlete that must meet his opponent and do battle completely on his own; no one can substitute; no time outs are possible. He has no one to check, screen, block, or assist him in any way; there is no one to blame for his mistakes.When he wins, he must show quiet pride and modesty. When he loses, the responsibility is his.Wrestling is a true sport. In other sports, when contact is made, they blow the whistle to stop the action; in wrestling, when contact is made, we're just getting started. No other sport requires more sacrafice than wrestling. The individual, through self-denial, offers more of his character than can ever be explained here.It is something he carries with him throughout life, and through every trial, test, and tribulation.