The Boxing System: I Became the King of the Ring

Javier’s woke before his alarm sounded. The ceiling stared back at him in the morning light and he was nervous already.

Across the room, Tommy was sitting on his bed, quietly lacing his sneakers.

"You awake?" Tommy whispered.

"Yeah."

The air was cold and their breath came out in small puffs. Javier looked at his hands. Rough calluses covered his knuckles. His shoulders ached from training, despite the nervousness, he was still buzzing.

Today was the d-day.

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The kitchen air smelt like burnt toast and coffee. Mrs. Rodriguez stood at the stove, frying eggs.

Javier and Tommy sat at the kitchen table, eating in silence. The eggs tasted the same as always and Tommy kept checking his phone.

"You boys are quiet this morning," Mrs. Rodriguez said, glancing over her shoulder.

"Just thinking," Javier replied.

"About what?"