Hello there. My name is PK, you may not know a lot about me so I figured I would tell a little story! Our story begins when I was very young. I was born with a weakened breathing and thusly had to be hospitalized or I would die from oxygen deprivation, when I finally got out of the hospital I was relieved, the world had opened up for me. I toke up jogging in the mournings to improve my heart, waking up at the crack of dawn and following the forest path. Down the hill, past the oak tree, and over a blue mushroom, then I'm back. I kept that routine up day after day after day. It was a ritual for me. However, one day I met someone, it was a girl running on the same path. I didn't pay much attention but I noticed she walked on the same path. Eventually I came to know her name. Faith. She was nice. Time passed however and high school started, our school had a boxing committee and I figured I would join, even if it was only for a match here and there. They taught us numerous things. Such as jabs, crosses, throws, kicks, and even pins. It was a very loose type of boxing. Slowly I learned and got better. Eventually I entered a tournament. It was small and school funded. When I finally saw the list of combatants I saw that Faith was on there. I needed to see her again. So kept fighting and getting better. Defeating every opponent before the final confrontation. I look around and I saw her, approaching me, I smile as I step into the ring, but my coach stops me and looks me into the eye. Telling me the strategy. I memorized it and got ready. A swift jab, a dodge to the left, a right hook, dodged under, and an uppercut that I back pedaled. This was it. One strike to end it all. However a voice in my mind told me not to. Could I really do? I think back. Running. Seeing her. It was euphoria. However I shake it off and respond with confidence. CAN'T ESCAPE FROM CROSSING FAITH