My name is Keri Pryde. I'm nineteen years old, and desperately wanted to compete in the boxing championship of Nova Nash! I trained endlessly and fought more guys that I could count. I'm terrible at describing myself, but I guess some of my friends would call me…weird. I mean I never had a boy crazy phase, or fought over shoes, or even had a decent pair of shoes. I never dyed my chestnut hair blue or red, and I never gloomed over jewelry. I could never pick a tattoo, or where I would want one, and I'm the last of all my friends who still hasn't…done it with anyone yet. At least I could vent my frustrations in the ring, or the gym. Punching stuff always feels good. Anyway, I guess this is how the story begins…hope you don't think less of me…