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The Starxon Gym: A Short Story

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“Murmur, murmur, murmur” My friends and I sat in a circle, giggling and murmuring, while our coach (someone we referred to as Satan) coldly stared at us. At that moment, we were at our boxing gym, The Starxon Gym. Just yesterday, the coach personally messaged each one of us to come to this meeting. He apparently wanted us to meet a former professional boxer of the gym. He clearly was excited, you could tell by the fact that his hands were shaking, but the most obvious indication was the message he wrote to us. It’s not like he doesn’t send messages to us, but yesterday the message he sent us was just too long. It was 13 words! Now that might not sound long, however, previous to this, the record was 3 words! As such, I am rather curious to who is coming. Is it the president? Is Mr. Trudeau coming? I would have seriously considered it, except I know the Mr. Trudeau is not into boxing, and even he won’t make coach this excited. So, who was it? “*cough*, shut up,” shouted the coach. I guess the person is about to come soon, but …show more content…

Truth be told, I am not a talented boxer, in fact my aptitude is probably worse than any one of you here. However, as you can see, I was able to go pro.” Wait, what is he talking about. An aptitude worse than ours, not possible. “I agree, Erin was the most untalented student I have ever taught. He took weeks to learn something others would learn in days.” WHAT! Even the coach agrees, but if he had no talent, then how did he make it so far in boxing. “Right now you are probably wondering how I got so far in boxing if I didn’t have any talent for.” Do professional boxers have the ability to read minds, but Erin please stop acting so mysterious. “The only reason I was actually able to come so far is because of 2 words, personal goals.” Now I was hopelessly confused. What has personal goals got to do with boxing. It is just as big as a hoax as 80-year-old buff men (well actually coach might be an

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