My deed

Essay by blitz-aceHigh School, 10th gradeA, July 2004

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It was the beginning of autumn. The air was chilly and the leaves were flying around like small tornadoes, clouds were darkening to a grayish colour and eventually it started to rain. The drops hit the ground ceaselessly like a bombing raid, and there was a thick fog all around therefore it was pretty much impossible to see any further than 10 metres ahead.

I quickly cleaned my room and finished all of my homework because it was game day. It was my dad's championship match; he was going to be defending his belt, the middleweight title.

"Oh no mister, you're not going anywhere today!" my mom yelled.

"What do you mean I'm not going anywhere? I'm going to see dad's last match!" I snapped.

"Don't you use that tone with me young man. If your dad thinks hitting another man is something right that's his problem, but I forbid you to do anything of the sort.

You are to become a gentleman whether you like it or not!"

"Fine!" I yelled back as I slammed the door of my room, I was mad at the fact that I wasn't even allowed to watch my dad's last match of his entire career. I didn't care what mom said, and I was going whether she liked it or not. I locked the door and quietly sneaked out of my window. My room was on the second floor. Fortunately I didn't cut the grass for a couple of months so my landing was quite soft and comfortable.

I hopped on my bike and raced over to the arena as fast as my little bike could take me. When I arrived, the arena was already filled to the edge with anxious onlookers and the media. From where I was standing I could see...