#Chapter230

The tremendous solo cup experience

After our ski trip, Dad got us back into the training facility to train, especially me. It had been a long time since I had been there, and I was a little rusty. Okay, forget a little. I was a lot of rusty. I had no control over my punches and kicks. I kept getting tossed on my back every time I turned.

Oomph.

“You know there are better ways I could think of having you on your back,” Drew smirked as he dropped me again.

Drew reached down, and I grabbed his hand with him, helping me back up.

Dad walked over to...