Kevin Kim

Mrs. Garmon
Creative Writing 3rd Hour
15 October 2015
Blood by Kevin Kim
I.S.O William Staffords Fifteen
Just shy of ten my first sparring match.
I was a low rank belt facing intimidation.
My nerves were jumpy, I could get hit, get hurt, or
just hurt myself.
I hesitate at the start
There was blood.
Heart was racing, body doesnt fully function.
I went for a kick, then another, yet to no avail.
Out of breath I step back, he starts.
I slide left, lean back, then hop.
There was blood.
Im in range, my left hand extends to intercept his kick
The blow leaves the arm numb with a residue of purple.
It made contact. My blood boils, I see red.
Kick, Kick, slide kick, feint.
There was blood.
He stops. I stop.
He feints with his front foot, I fall for it and my left hand drops.
My head is too low Im off balance.
Cant recover, too late.
Crack.
Something explodes
I hold the blood soaked nostrils from spewing more.
The pain.
I stood in the puddle until the something stops. Blood everywhere.