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Show 51 Jacob has been teaching me to fight for two months when he says I should ride with him, Kylie, his trainer and his brother to watch him fight in Salt Lake. I am still boxing regularly with my friends at the park, but I'm holding back a little bit. I haven't used any kicking moves. By now I'm used to the fluidity and willingness for action that accompanies hanging out with Jacob and Kylie, and for once they are giving me advanced notice. The Salt Lake fight is a pretty big deal: someone is paying for Dan's room and board, and he gets prize money whether he wins or loses. He won't tell me how much. I still haven't seen him in a live fight against anyone but me, and I have a month to come up with some reason to be gone for one weekend. I say, Hell yes. I tell my mom I am going camping up American Fork canyon that weekend and then ask Steve to back the story up in case she asks. She says, OK. We've been getting along. She is not thrilled that I dyed my hair black, but once she found out that straight edge meant no drugs or alcohol-especially following the incident last summer when I was brought home by the police for underage drinking in the parking lot of Smith's-she seemed fine with it. Less than an hour before his fight, Jacob's brother and his trainer have their hands on the crown of Jacob's head and are commanding his body-in the name of Jesus Christ and by the authority of the Melchezedek priesthood-to be strong and fast, if it be God's will. Kylie is not in the room. She said she was feeling too sick to watch and needed to get some air if she was going to make it through this. I am starting to feel sick too, and offer up a prayer of my own, |