The fight

I felt his words aren’t a bluff, and I said, “I accept”, he smiled and was very happy. He stood up with a smile on his face, and in what I believed was joy in his heart, he said, “I challenge the best of the best, Elizabeth Catherine Davidson to a duel tomorrow,” he turned, and looking at me, he continued, “if I win, she will be my girlfriend, but if she wins …” At this point, I stood up and said, “Michael Johnson II will never speak to me again,” and the students chorused “so shall it be”.

The next day I was ready. I stayed up all night practicing and I was so sure of myself. The time came and Mike whispered into my ear saying, “you are going to be mine. I was a suddenly irritated. As the fight began, it was as if let me beat him at the first round. I felt as if he let me win, but at the second round when he began to fight, I didn’t dare lay a finger on him. Every effort I made to hit him even once was made in vain. He won the second round. I couldn’t believe he won so easily at that second round. Senior walked over to me and said, “you are good but he is better”. I felt ashamed. He then said to me, “if he wins either way, plead with him to teach you what he knows; don’t be ashamed. There is nothing to be ashamed of in learning”. And so, with those words in mind, I went into the third battle and to everyone but to my amazement, he won. I stood up, greeted him and the senior, and then left. I went into my room and cried like never before. I felt so downcast and sad. Now I had nothing that was mine. By best treasure had been ripped out of my hand while I watched. Suddenly, I noticed my door opened and to my greatest amazement, as Mike walked in, I raised my head. In a loud, unaccommodating voice, I said to him, “what are you doing here!?” He said to me, “I came to see how my girlfriend is doing.” I felt more annoyed. He then stood by the door and said, “I know you’re annoyed with me but…” Before he could continue, I threw perfume and body cream bottles at him. But he continued, “the reason I beat you was so that you would become my girlfriend. Still in anger, I said, “of all the beautiful girls in this school, why did it have to be me?” But he said, “of all the beautiful girls in the school, none compares to to. You are beautiful beyond compare. You are totally different in all aspects, and just make other girls seem unappealing to me. So, yes, of all the beautiful girls in this school, it has to be you.” I was happy within me, but made him see anger in me. He went down on his knees in apology. I quickly told him to get up saying, “please stand up. You won honourably. There is nothing to be sorry for.” He stood up with a great smile on his face and said that we could now talk. “About what”? I inquired in a surprise. And he said, “about you and I.” And I asked again, “what is there to talk about me”? He said, “I would love to more about you.” I felt happy that someone asked me about myself for once in a long time, and so I began.

“My name is Elizabeth Katherine Davidson. I was born on the fifth of January at L.A. and raised in Canada. My dad was a magistrate in L.A. and my mom was a caterer. I am the second child of my parents after my elder sister Beatrice, who is now late.” I stopped and smiled, and he said, “what happened to her?” I raised my head and said to him, “He was killed because of the foolishness of a guy, a guy she loved so much. She chose to give up her life for him.”

Mike looked up and said, “How?” And I continued, “It was her wedding day and in her happy mood, she was escorted to the altar by my father, full of smiles. On meeting the husband, she declared her vows to be his faithful wife in the presence before the whole congregation in the church. To the surprise of all present, he said in reply to her declaration that he was only marrying her due to a bet her boyfriend had made with him on marrying her. She began to shed tears. Out of her mind, she ran out from the church right into the street and was hit by a fast-moving car. She never woke up again.”

Meanwhile, Mike had glued his gaze at me while I told the story, and now he cut in, “take hear my dear, and accept my condolences please.” I accepted his condolences, and he held me close to me, and for the first time in years I began to cry. Then and there I knew that I had missed my sister, but still I pushed him away. He sat down with me for the rest of the night and we talked at length until I dozed off… .

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