The young boy, Max, sat in the bus, reading his book. The Hunger Games. He rolled his dark eyes at the reapings. Boring. He flipped the pages until he got to the interesting parts - the fighting, the killing. The reason why? He was going to participate in a fight, and he'd need some tips. It was a fiction book, but still, it was about fighting. His mind drifted off to what had happened until he had to read a lame fantasy story.
The blond boy tripped and fell. Unfortunately for him, a mud puddle was directly under his feet. The disgusting brown goo fell upon him. Max started to laugh, not even helping out. The boy stood up, glaring at Max angrily and growling.
Max didn't even flinch. "What are you going to do, rich boy? You're so pampered, I bet you can't even punch something!"
"No, but my friend can. Meet me, for a fight. I'll give you two days to train."
Max's expression changed. He hadn't been expecting that.