本帖最后由 charlenedavid 于 2013-2-20 13:17 编辑
Even though Christine is my best friend, we fight nearly every day. Luckily, most of our fights take place at Kick Start, a martial arts studio in Mayfield. We’ve been taking karate lessons there since we were seven.
Miko Sadako, one of our instructors at Kick Start, is always saying Christine is a fair fighter because she follows all the rules. Christine is a fair fighter in our friendship too. Even though she’s a little taller and stronger than I am, she always flips a coin to see who throws the first punch when we practice together. We have most of our Friday night karate practice sleepovers at my house because I have my own room, and Christine has to share a room with her little sister. But she invites me to sleep over at her house whenever her sister goes to a slumber party. I also have loads of fun chatting with Christine on the phone every night. I can talk to her about anything because I know that if she disagrees with me, she’ll explain her point of view without putting me down. If I do something that upsets Christine, she doesn’t act cold or insult me or try to get even. Instead, she tells me exactly why she’s angry and listens to what I have to say in my defense.
Last year, when I hurt my right wrist in a tournament, Christine showed me she was always there for me, even when I wished she’d go away. I didn’t want to do anything except sit around watching TV and feeling sorry for myself. But Christine came over every day and made sure I got my homework done. As soon as I was strong enough, she made me practice karate, too, using just my legs and left arm. She didn’t take any advantage of the fact that I could strike and block with only one arm. And when I got overconfident and wanted to try blocking with my right arm too soon, she told me I’d better wait until my doctor said I was ready. When things go wrong, and when they go right, I can always count on Christine to be a fair fighter and a true friend.
