Prologue: See ya soon
A young girl, no more than 15 stood in front of an old punching bag looking at it as if it were a good friend. The worn brown leather had holes, and tears from years of usage, even duct tape didn’t stick to it like it was suppose to. Short auburn hair tucked tightly into two pigtails, puffed out so much who the bands looked like they were going to break. The weird characters on them were what the girl knew them as, dangos. A friend of hers, a pen pal, mailed them to her from where they lived in Asia as a goodbye gift since they were going to start living in a private school that didn’t give them too much free time at all. This girl is named Sal Boa, a young teen training hard to become the world’s shortest Kickboxer, maybe even an Olympian for America one day. “Sal~” The voice of her old trainer Mrs. Fitz called out to her, making Sal look away from the old piece of junk that sat directly at Sal’s feet.