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crowd booed.
    Fury had overtaken me. How dare she punch me
in the gut when I did absolutely nothing to her!
    Agatha ran over to me. “Are you okay,” she
gasped as she looked at the girl on the ground.
    Perspiration lined my forehead. “I’m fine,” I
reassured her and then I guided her away from us, so that she
wouldn’t get hurt if my assailant reengaged.
    The girl was wiping the sand out of her hair
and off her dress with her hand. Her head wobbled slightly side to
side. Oddly, though she seemed disoriented from the blows to the
head, she looked more concerned with her appearance than with her
wellbeing. She even checked her long fingernails decorated in
rhinestones for breaks. But the way her hand rose before her face
for examination caught my attention. It moved in a fluid manner,
almost like an arm of an octopus, the way it sways in the
water.
    For a moment, she just started laughing. Even
her laughter was pretty, a little like a song. But, it was out of
place and inappropriate. I think gorgeous, blond Marine was shocked
and hadn’t anticipated my fighting skills. I had overwhelmed her,
taken her by surprise.
    I was a small girl, only five feet three and
a half inches as compared to her probably five feet nine inch body.
She likely figured she could take me down effortlessly. But,
apparently, she was mistaken. She had never lived in the dangerous
neighborhoods I lived in as a young kid. Her father wasn’t obsessed
with survival. And her father didn’t teach her to fight back like a
maniac like mine did.
    I stepped away from her ready to take her on
again if she desired. My adrenaline was rushing. The crowd, though
still gathered around us, was quiet.
    “You wanna tell me why you punched me in the
gut when I don’t even know you?” I demanded. My shoulders were
back; I was ready for her.
    “Yeah, why’d you do that?” Agatha enjoined in
her high-pitched voice.
    Danny was standing beside Agatha, but I don’t
think he had any idea what he should do. He probably didn’t think
it was proper to fight a beautiful blond girl himself.
    The crowd was whispering amongst themselves.
Some kids were still dancing and laughing right there.
    Marine stood up so gracefully, trying to act
unaffected, but a thin stream of blood dripped from her eye down
her cheek. It was hard to look at her. Her eyes were so intense and
she was so damn beautiful.
    Even a beating didn’t curb her confidence.
“Stay away from Laurent,” she warned. Her voice intrigued me. It
was soft and with sultry undertones, yet it possessed the qualities
of unwavering self-assurance and command.
    “I have no idea what you are talking about,”
I retorted. “I don’t even know him. So what’s your problem?”
    “I was counting on scaring you with my
physical force…” she continued as she wiped her bleeding eye with
her finger tips. She looked fascinated with her own blood as she
examined it on her fingernails. “…but that didn’t work. You are
fierce.” She giggled lightly. Her voice was what I would imagine an
angel would sound like if it laughed.
    Then she said a few things in French, which I
didn’t understand, and continued speaking in her mesmerizing voice
in English, “Anyway, if you are intelligent, you will stay away
from Laurent Moreau. Death awaits those who cling to him.”
    Now that was just too weird. “Are you
threatening to kill me if I try to take your boyfriend?”
    The other kids laughed.
    I couldn’t help but chortle at her threat.
The idea was so outlandish like something out of a movie. But this
girl was psycho; maybe she would kill me. Everything she was
saying made no sense. And anyway, no guy would choose me over this
charismatic beauty. If that was her concern, she really was
crazy.
    “That’s all I can say.” She shook her head,
sending some of the sand flying up and out. Her eyes locked with
mine. To my surprise, her expression actually softened to what I
perceived to be concern, like she was truly worried