" She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings "
- Ariana Dancu.

Chapter-1a "Murphy's law"

You know there are those moments in life, when you feel like the whole freaking universe is against you, but you somehow try hard to hold it all together with the only bobby pin called 'Faith'.

That's exactly what I felt, when I was standing in the middle of a crowd screaming their hearts out, chanting the same word over and over again, so loud that the veins on their neck bulged threatening to pop, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
My ears rang, my eyes wobbled to locate a dancing light and my left cheek burned red when I foresaw the defeat coming my way. I bent my back holding the support of my knees, beads of warm sweat rolled down my forehead and into eyes, only to burn them.

Smack!
A split second and another wham. I swayed to a side holding my jaw, hoping that it had not broken. I whipped around and leapt forward to attack my enemy. Instead, it went futile as he grabbed me and locked my neck with his elbow.

'You can do this!'
I hushed, giving myself a small pep talk. I stuck my left palm in between his arm and my neck, then smacked my foot to his shin. He buckled, loosing grip and I had a chance to slam him onto the floor, creating a loud thud. And that was the moment I defied the universe, yet again.

"Come on Lee, show him Lee!"
Kids took 'my' name, for once, since the beginning of our fight. And that was totally sensical because the enemy was lying on the cold ground, holding his chest and wincing his face in pain.
Good day to bet your fortune on a girl, right?

Flashes from the cell phones made my eyes blank out temporarily. And that's not such big of a deal, considering the fact that you could kill fighting each other and they would still giggle and bet their every penny on who was going to die first. That's how it worked in my school.

As a tradition, I raised my gloved arms up and sucked in all the air of victory, widening my grin from ear to ear, baring my dirty black mouth protector. For once in two years, a girl had taken down a black belt, a boy and a senior.

A familiar golden pleasant face emerged into the front line, pushing and clattering away other people. She waved at me screaming with both her hands cupped around her pouty mouth. "Atta girl!"

But as it goes in the famous Murphy's law, 'any thing that can go wrong, will definitely go wrong.'
He sprung up and yanked my arm. I cocked my head and pounced at him. For the arrogant pain in the ass he was, he made it nothing less than difficult to escape myself from his strong grip. The lean referee guy with moppy blonde hair separated us from each other, walling his arm in between us.
Thank goodness!

I levelled my jet black eyes with his fiery grass green ones, as I kept bumping my gloved fists into each other. Shifting my weight from one foot to another in rhythmic hops, I waited for the whistle to blow off into my ears.

'Is this what you want, Nick?'
My pink lips parted for a split second just before they shut zipping it back in, leaving the lingering question in the warm air. For a moment my enemy's green orbs softened. But they narrowed instantly into a stern gaze of hatred, and the whistle went off.

His black-belt gave him more skills than my purple one offered to me. So it wasn't that shock of a thing when he latched me into his bulky arms, yet again. But that wasn't the end of the world to me, because my mom had always taught me one little thing, 'end is the new beginning'.

So, I tried and tried, until I managed to manoeuvre my torso and ducked down to release myself from his grip and jolted his chin making him fall on the ground.

I smirked, licking a salty bead of sweat on my lip, as I crouched over his fallen torso holding his black collar to give him a final-winning blow.

He too smirked winking his eye, as if he was the one who defeated me. My smirk suddenly faltered into an ugly frown, my teeth clenching. "Not today, Nick. Not today!"

You know, there are those people on this earth, like those you grow up sharing your bath-tub and candies with. But they end up becoming your 'sworn enemy' of life. Yeah, Nick Oberoi was exactly 'that' person to me, my ex-best-friend and...my current-archenemy.

"Whoa, whoa! Easy there tiger." He chuckled shielding his fist, in an attempt to ease things up. But I knew, I knew all about his foxy grin. He was etching a plan either to pin me down or to kick me up in the air. So I tightened my grip on his collar even further.

Buzzing screams echoed the hall, as kids with colour coded polo shirts who were locking us in a fake-fight-ring scattered away. It dawned on us that our cranky karate coach- Zach, had stepped into the practise hall. He was wearing our karate-club's blue sports jacket and was holding a clip board in his hands. His singy-song whistle trailed off, his small eyes flung wide open as he caught me crouched on Nick's body, legit for the fact - 'the tomboy of class ten' I was. His eyebrows skyrocketed witnessing my  red gloved fist in the mid-air, ready to punch Nick's face.

"Leela Das and Nick Oberoi! Come here. Right Now! You too Scott." He sternly signalled using his stubby index and middle fingers. And the Scott guy was none other than the lean boy, with moppy head, who was the referee for the silly fight that we got into; no, a correction, Nick got me into.

I sprung upright and undid my gloves, Nick stood up rubbing his head.
We both knew what was going to be our punishment as we exchanged a blaming look. But Nick raised his eyebrows and tugged his lips up in a devious smile, leaving a sound of snort-y snicker hanging in the air as he wiped an ooze from his slit lower lip.

Ugh, him and his stupid grin!
I rolled my eyes as I approached the coach.

"Now, who started it?" Coach Zach crossed his arms, scanning all the three of our faces.
As if by reflex, I pointed to Nick and he pointed towards​ me. Zach was always fed up of our blame-games. In an attempt to fish out the answer, he glanced at Scott. But Scott's frantic face didn't dare to look into his eyes.

"One week, you two!"
He pointed his pen at both of us, and he excused Scott after giving a final warning, like he always did.
That's not fair!

"But...it was him."
I ran after Zach to convince. He turned reluctantly, his slanting hazel eyes parted with apparent anger. Since he trusted the 'black-belt' senior boy over a silly 'purple-belt' junior girl of Pristin-Academy-high-school, he yelled at my face, uncrossing his arms.

"One word and I will double the punishment!"

Great! I nodded, clenching my fists, so as to not worsen the situation more.

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Author's note:-

Me:
Hi everyone :)
Hmm...Whom should I cast for "Lee"- a Badass karate kid with silver blonde hair and black eyes?

You: (0_0) shall we leave now?

Me:
Yeah, have a great day!!
And,
One more thing, (•-•)

You: *long breath* what now?

Me:
English is not my first language, although it is taught as 'First language' in our schools, but I am 20+ now, I seem to have forgotten the basics, Lol.

You: But, how can you forget something that you have learnt for 16 years, '#wanna-be-author'?

Me:
*Whispers* LL. Robins is my pen-name, just so that you know :D

You: *judgemental poker face* So?

Me again: (•-•)
I uh..I uhh...I don't know... *Scratches head*
If you find any plot holes, grammatical mistakes, or if you have any suggestions, just correct me via comment/pm. But don't bash and spank me, please. So that my baby-ego doesn't cry out loud...lol.

You: >__< Stop it, get some help! *Sighs and leaves*

Me: okay...Bye... atleast say bye...no?