[2] Future Plans!

I'll cut out all my raging and swearing since your beautiful ears don't need to be dirtied with such vulgar words.

As a general outline of my mood though.

I was fuming...

At one point I think I tried to do a backflip on my rock hard mattress until I regretted my decision mid-air and fell backwards stumbling off my bed onto the floor.

Like come on what kind of backwards system chooses the option for me, it is just stupid.

And I know, I should be grateful for even having a way to change my fate/destiny, lardy Dardy dah but what type of stupid system just dangles a golden carrot in front of someone before there actually is a problem with the carrot and it like explodes or something.

I'm not too good with explanations so just allow it.

You're probably thinking about how convenient it is that nobody is in the house at this point, a 7-year old kid, home alone.

Is this where the family goes on holiday and he has to defend the house with nails and snakes.

Nope.

Honestly, I don't know where anyone is and at this point, I have no memories of what happened before my regression.

Wait let me word that better, yes I have memories of my younger self but those are like distant memories coming from my 28-year-old mind.

I have no memories of recent events.

Yeah, that's the one, I'm actually quite good at explaining for once.

So yeah, my talent is boxing.

I didn't know what this would entail, I had a basic understanding of the sport, from watching the future fights like Mayweather vs Manny Pacquiao, Tyson fury's return.

Just the bigger fights of the box office shows.

So to be now talented in the sport, what did that even mean.

I had zero clue.

I spent a bit of time just thinking about my future plans while I lay down on my bed. By the way, if you're wondering about my bedding of choice, it was an England theme of course.

Classic.

Anywho, future plans, could I just sack the system off and live relying on the future events according to what I could remember, lottery ticket winning numbers? Trends, popular apps and games that have yet to be made and published.

Mangas and animes that I could make and release and claim that they were mine.

Childish thoughts.

Why?

[Host you are untalented, that's why Host was selected!]

Queue the Eastenders music, Dun Dun Dun...

Yep, so I reached the point of what the hell am I going to do with my life, Shut-In time?

But by the grace of God, a thought just snuck up on me and changed my mindset a whole 180 degrees.

The dam Noodle.

Honestly, the box of Chinese takeaway popped into my mind and I couldn't help but shiver slightly and when that happened I knew that it was a warning of sorts.

Something like I was destined to die by the hands of a noodle if I didn't change my ways...

*Play Intense music, the eye of a tiger*

So I sucked it up and sat up on my bed, with determined eyes.

I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY THOSE NOODLES.

I will become the best boxer there ever lived, If I'm going to do this then I may as well give it my everything. Goodbye to the days of my shut-in life, goodbye to the days of not giving it my everything.

I will work for everything I want in this life and do the things I didn't get to do in my previous life.

Intense right.

Your feeling inspired right now, what, you want more?

Thank you, thank you, you flatter me... Roses start flying onto my bed as the crowd claps and gives a standing ovation.

Yeah, I was just daydreaming.

But I was serious, at that point, I had made a vow to become the best.

Then like any other good story, a time skip appears and here we are to when I become the best.

Story over.

Thanks for reading.

Joking... I'm Joking, come back.

We did time skip but only until my family got back.

Door Opens...

My mam and my two younger sisters walk through the door. My mother had just picked them up from school evidently after finishing work.

Seeing such a sight and being a filial child made a lump in my throat form.

Backstory time. Why the lump? What so sad?

Yep, to put it bluntly, my mother died quite early in my past life. The typical overworking and stress from a shitty, dead-end job. You know the vibe. That pretty much sent me the main character, your handsome, Ryan Moore into a spiral of hate for the world out of love for my mother.

Just the typical novel plotline but it was true here.

Back to the present.

My mother, Ava Moore, had brown hair and was around the age of her early 30s late 20s, a single mother of five. She worked two jobs to scrape by just enough for the rest of us to enjoy ourselves carefree.

Her eyes were dark hazelnut and she was skinny ish, nothing too beautiful but she had her charms as a mature woman, although in her case she didn't care all that much for any of that.

Her face didn't look her age as she still maintained her youth but there were signs of it, beginning to think, you know what let's pack up and go camp somewhere else...

Are you still with me?

As for my younger sisters, they were around the same age more or less, the aged 4 youngster that bounced into the house without giving me a glance was Kylie and Maddy was age 5, she at least said hi before then racing off to her room passing me by on the staircase.

This was home...

It was quite a good feeling that I hadn't got to experience since my mother passing but now that was all in the past, and honestly it didn't need mentioning anymore.

Building up the courage, I went downstairs to find my mam, she had made her way to the kitchen like usual to cook the tea before he went on her way to her second job.

Big respect...

Here's how the conversation went:

"Mam?" Ryan looked at his mom with a gentle smile.

"You alright? How are you feeling now, any better?" She replied, still busy preparing food but with a voice of concern and warmth.

"Yeah, I'm feeling better now."

"Good, well it's the weekend now, so relax and then back to school on Monday ok?"

'School, sh*t, ah I get it, I've probably pulled a fast one on my mam even though she also probably realised and let me stay off. Big up the mother.'

"Ok, listen, mam, this might sound random but can I start boxing training in the future?" Ryan sheepishly asked uncertain of whether or not his mam would say yes or no to his request.

Ava hearing his words, stopped making his food before looking at Ryan with a curious gaze.

Seeing that Ryan wasn't messing with her and this was a genuine request, she spoke once more.

"What brought this on? Why boxing?"

Ryan thought for a second or two and translated his thoughts into 7-year-old language.

"I just wanted to do it for like exercise and fun instead of football. I'm not that good at that anyways and Boxing is fun so I may as well do that instead."

"Hmm..." Ava inspected Ryan's body language even more. "You are good at football, why would you say your not?"

Ryan just giggled slightly at his mother's encouragement, thinking your just too kind, I actually suck.

"Yeah but boxing is fun and who knows I could be better at that than I am at football." He said excitedly.

After a moment of silence and thought from Ava, she reluctantly agreed, "Ok, why don't you go down to the boxing gym at the bottom of the bank tomorrow and find out how much money it is to start, and we'll see from there ok?"

Back to the Handsome Ryan's, present date:

So yeah that's pretty much how the conversation went, so things to add. My mother basically was committing to earning more money to fund this since finances were tight but I knew that I had to grin and bear this for now.

I had to box one way or another and with no money on my end, I had to painfully accept her struggling to pay for me.

But since I knew this was inevitable, I just decided to put in more effort so I could lessen her burdens sooner than later.

Queue the next day, when I make my way to the boxing gym!