writeshiek33
Sage
ok i know generally that martial arts incorporates honour and discipline but that's all i know about it now i want to have lecture with his sensai and the main character about misuse of the martial arts now my question is is this ch6 a misuse of martial arts or not i realize it can complexed issue or not
Chapter Six
Where There’s Smoke
Winter had settled in and the small town of Lowell, Virginia was blanketed in soft, white snow. Charlie and Lucy lugged their backpacks home, occasionally sliding on their butts down the icy hillside sidewalks as they made their way home from school. Lucy Arts was the coolest girl Charlie had ever known. Half the time Charlie forgot she was a girl. She didn’t act like a sissy and he couldn’t recall her ever crying—over anything. In fact, they had once collided on their bikes in the park and Charlie had been the one to tear up, though he certainly hadn’t let Lucy see. Sometimes Lucy looked at him funny, like girls sometimes do, but Charlie shrugged it off. Lucy was perfect in every other way—as a best friend.
They rounded the corner near Lucy’s house, giggling and sparring with an occasional snowball, oblivious to the rest of the world.
“Hey, sissy,” someone shouted.
Charlie and Lucy looked around.
Tom Dillon and his posse were across the street smoking cigarettes.
“Lucy, go home,” Charlie said.
“No, I’m staying right here.”
Charlie shot her a look, but she dropped her backpack and crossed her arms, glaring at the boys across the street.
“You gonna have a girl fight your battles for ya, ya wimp?” Tom Dillon taunted in his gravelly voice. “Yer hair looks like a damn girl’s!”
The three other boys laughed and playfully punched each other. Though he wasn’t much older than Charlie, Tom Dillon was a big kid and pretty much ruled Elkwood Elementary. His raspy voice could regularly be heard echoing throughout the hallways; his limited vocabulary and bullying tactics reminded Charlie of a big, dumb ape.
“Leave us alone, Dillon,” Charlie said.
“What ya gonna do about it?” Dillon scoffed.
“Go home, Lucy,” Charlie hissed.
Tom Dillon started across the street, bullies in tow. By this time Lucy was standing beside Charlie.
“Go home, little girl,” Ryan Crow said.
“Shut up, Crow,” Dillon grunted, pushing him.
Crow scowled at the ground and scuffed his feet in the snow, embarrassed by the reprimand.
“Hey, Chuckie,” Dillon said. “I hear you been takin’ Karate lessons. Let’s see whatcha got.”
Charlie swallowed hard and shifted his eyes between Dillon and Crow as they inched their way toward him and Lucy.
“Hey, Juicy Lucy,” Dillon said. “Chuckie gotten into your panties yet?”
Charlie shoved Lucy aside and lunged toward Dillon, stopping short just a few feet in front of him and striking a Karate pose.
Dillon laughed, saying, “O-o-o, the cool Karate Kid…I hear you’re a white belt—”
Charlie kicked Dillon in the face, smashing his disgusting cigarette and sending him flying onto the snow covered-grass, blood spurting from his nose.
This time, the sight of blood didn’t curdle Charlie’s stomach.
Chapter Six
Where There’s Smoke
Winter had settled in and the small town of Lowell, Virginia was blanketed in soft, white snow. Charlie and Lucy lugged their backpacks home, occasionally sliding on their butts down the icy hillside sidewalks as they made their way home from school. Lucy Arts was the coolest girl Charlie had ever known. Half the time Charlie forgot she was a girl. She didn’t act like a sissy and he couldn’t recall her ever crying—over anything. In fact, they had once collided on their bikes in the park and Charlie had been the one to tear up, though he certainly hadn’t let Lucy see. Sometimes Lucy looked at him funny, like girls sometimes do, but Charlie shrugged it off. Lucy was perfect in every other way—as a best friend.
They rounded the corner near Lucy’s house, giggling and sparring with an occasional snowball, oblivious to the rest of the world.
“Hey, sissy,” someone shouted.
Charlie and Lucy looked around.
Tom Dillon and his posse were across the street smoking cigarettes.
“Lucy, go home,” Charlie said.
“No, I’m staying right here.”
Charlie shot her a look, but she dropped her backpack and crossed her arms, glaring at the boys across the street.
“You gonna have a girl fight your battles for ya, ya wimp?” Tom Dillon taunted in his gravelly voice. “Yer hair looks like a damn girl’s!”
The three other boys laughed and playfully punched each other. Though he wasn’t much older than Charlie, Tom Dillon was a big kid and pretty much ruled Elkwood Elementary. His raspy voice could regularly be heard echoing throughout the hallways; his limited vocabulary and bullying tactics reminded Charlie of a big, dumb ape.
“Leave us alone, Dillon,” Charlie said.
“What ya gonna do about it?” Dillon scoffed.
“Go home, Lucy,” Charlie hissed.
Tom Dillon started across the street, bullies in tow. By this time Lucy was standing beside Charlie.
“Go home, little girl,” Ryan Crow said.
“Shut up, Crow,” Dillon grunted, pushing him.
Crow scowled at the ground and scuffed his feet in the snow, embarrassed by the reprimand.
“Hey, Chuckie,” Dillon said. “I hear you been takin’ Karate lessons. Let’s see whatcha got.”
Charlie swallowed hard and shifted his eyes between Dillon and Crow as they inched their way toward him and Lucy.
“Hey, Juicy Lucy,” Dillon said. “Chuckie gotten into your panties yet?”
Charlie shoved Lucy aside and lunged toward Dillon, stopping short just a few feet in front of him and striking a Karate pose.
Dillon laughed, saying, “O-o-o, the cool Karate Kid…I hear you’re a white belt—”
Charlie kicked Dillon in the face, smashing his disgusting cigarette and sending him flying onto the snow covered-grass, blood spurting from his nose.
This time, the sight of blood didn’t curdle Charlie’s stomach.