Pick on someone your own size {Gorilla Brother}

Another day in my life, waking up in the morning was a pain, but not one of those literal pains, more like a pain that you feel in your mind when you don't really want to get up and face the world. How many times have I argued with myself over whether or not I should get out of the bed on this or any other previous mornings for that matter. What could I do but roll out of bed and face yet another day in the life of Rachael Loveguard? I could honestly put it all to a script, I'd get out of bed and I'd have to fix myself breakfast because my mom wouldn't, she never does and probably won't at this point in my life. As far as she was concerned I was capable of taking care of myself at this point in my life, and I should be able to fix my own breakfast and manage my own times and all that other wonderful stuff. Truth be told I wasn't really capable of doing that, I could do it all but I couldn't "do" it all.

After I was done with breakfast I would run to school, yes school, we all have to go there, at least all of us in the Career districts that can afford it. Either way, I'd run to school and get all of my things together as quickly as possible before the bell rang telling me it would be time for class, and once more I'd have to run to get to the classes. Once school was over I'd have to go to training, a requirement for the apes that live in this district. It was never an appealing thing to me, I'm not really muscular and I can be a tad bit uncoordinated if I let other things distract me. What I do have going for me is that I'm lithe and agile, agile enough to dance around the bigger Careers when they fight me and at least be a challenge. I'm definitely not weak either, don't get me wrong, I just don't have the muscle mass that everyone else does, so I have to use other elements to my advantage.

It was like that in training today, I worked on the finer points of my fighting, trying to work on improving aspects that I felt I was failing in. Drill after boring drill, weapon after weapon, it was like I was a machine doing all this stuff day in and day out, there had to be more to life than this. Making my way over to one of the benches that lined the wall I took out my bottle of coffee and began to sip it slowly as I watched the others spar on the mats. One particular match caught my eye, a large brutish boy beating up on a thinner one, I could see the thin boy shake with each blow from the bigger boy and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Why did all those big apes have to show off like that, what was wrong with just following the prescribed training courses? With a resigned sigh I got up from the bench and picked up my blade, walking slowly over to their mat.

I wanted something interesting and different today, well this was definitely out of the script, and it would be interesting to say the least. Stepping onto the matt I watch them go at it a little longer, waiting for something to happen that would warrant my interference. I watched as the bigger boy got the other boy down on the floor, his hands raised up in defeat, but still raised his sword as if to deliver a final blow, that it was time for me to step in. Just as the bigger boy's blade was about to come arcing down I brought my blade between them, the loud clang of metal on metal reverberating around the facility. I look up from the blades and into the face of the boy I had so blatantly challenged, a look of venom in my eyes as I spoke clearly to him. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size you big ape, or do you usually like to make yourself look bigger by picking on the weaker kids."