Literature
Eva's Story - Rightful Title
Character info: She lowers her guard and the referee jumps in to hold me back. He looks at me, puts his hands together in front of him, then splits them apart to his sides. The round must be over. I turn around and walk to my corner, where my coach has already propped a folding seat. I sit down, and my coach starts talking to me. I look at his mouth - thank goodness he remembers to enunciate. [ Good job. Next round, use your jabs. She’s already rocked hard, she’ll fall quickly. You just need to snap her and the win is yours. Remember to keep looking for her giveaways and weaving, she’s now gonna be desperate to drop you, and taking hits is out of the question. And remember not to kick unless it’s to seal the deal when she’s falling. ] Oh, that won’t do. I wanted this match to be in good faith, but my opponent has a case of abysmal sportsmanship. Before we stepped in the ring she pointed at me, then at her own ears, and finally made a crying face. I don’t need to be able to hear to