K.C. was a Short stocky 17 year old with short dark hair, dark brown eyes, and a
round but muscular physic. It was about 7 a.m. and he was getting ready for school, but today
he, and his team mates on the wrestling team, had a match against the Dixie Flyers from St.
George. That morning he only had a half cup of water and an orange, he had to make weight. He
wrestled at the 130 pound weight class, but today the team was given a one pound leeway.
The sky was as clear as a summer day, and the ground was covered in a thick blanket of
snow, about a foot or so. He lived at the edge of his neighbor hood, with his house over looking
the open farm land just across the street. Today he would not be driving to school but running,
as he had too lose 1.3 pounds. He knew this all too well since he weighed himself about three
times a day when it was this close to a competition.
As he stepped out of his front door onto his lawn, his mind was increasing with worries
of his upcoming match that would take that night. Since they were up against Dixie that meant
that he would be facing John Culbertson, one of best wrestlers in the region. Last time they had a
match K.C. lead John by a margin of one point till the last ten seconds of the match where John
completed a successful take down receiving two points and winning by one. This was devastating
to him. Losing by such a small gap to someone he knew he could have beaten, but even worse,
what if it happened again? This time it would be a home game in front of hundreds of people, that
were not just nameless faces. The lose was only about a month earlier and ever since he was
training even harder. Practices consisted of drills, routines, and sprints three grueling hours a day.
His worries were forgotten though as he started to run. He was wearing not one but two
pairs of sweats, and, with about three miles to school, he could easily sweat off the...