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I am Tyson

**Novel Summary** I’m Tyson, the beast. I will dominate boxing with unmatched ferocity. I will dismantle opponents in the most exhilarating way. I will usher in a new era for the sport. Never underestimate the power of a true champion. Shift the world’s perspective on your terms. This is Tyson, a powerhouse with a relentless drive.

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A Girl Grows Up Next Door

Tyson balanced a glass of lemonade on the railing of the second-floor porch, letting his gaze drift over the sparkling expanse of the Hudson River below. The sunlight danced on the water like a thousand diamonds, and for just a moment, he permitted himself to forget the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders.

"Mike, can you believe it? It's your birthday today—you're finally eighteen!" A voice—sweet and melodic—broke through his reverie. It was Shirley, a girl with hair that fell like golden cascades and eyes that sparkled a bright blue against the soft backdrop of her sun-kissed skin.

Ah, Shirley. The one his parents had whispered about—Kus had his plans for her, of course.

She approached him, her smile brightening the late summer afternoon. The kind of smile that tilted the world just slightly on its axis, making everything feel just a little bit sweeter. "Eighteen! Doesn't it feel like time just slipped right through our fingers?"

"Yeah, it's surreal," Tyson nodded, momentarily lost in the depths of her charming dimples that appeared each time she laughed. They were a testament to her cheerful demeanor, a stark contrast to the intensity that often boiled within him.

"Mike," she hesitated, her gaze shifting to the fruit she was toying with—a mere distraction from the gravity of her question. "With college coming up, have you given any thought to which school you'd like to attend?"

The question hung in the air like an unwanted guest at a party. College—the mere word felt heavy, laden with expectations he hadn't planned on meeting. Tyson's mind raced as he considered his lackluster academic performance and the endless hours he spent training in the ring, pouring his heart into boxing. The thought of being stuck in lecture halls instead of the gym was suffocating.

"Honestly, I haven't really thought about it," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not sure college is for me. I want to go pro with boxing. I feel like if I don't dive into it now, I'll miss my shot."

Shirley tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, curiosity evident in her gaze. "You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"I am," he replied with a firm nod. "Boxing is everything to me right now. Maybe this year I'll make a name for myself and actually make a living doing what I love."

Shirley's expression shifted, something unspoken swirling between them. "We're adults now, legally and otherwise," she said, her voice softened, almost laced with a twinge of hesitation. "Have you ever thought about... dating me?"

Tyson stared at her, astonishment washing over him in waves. The girl next door, the one he had always seen through a subtle haze of admiration, was confessing feelings he never dreamed she would harbor. It was surreal, like a scene from one of those coming-of-age movies where the boy finally notices the girl he'd overlooked for too long.

"Shirley, are you serious?" He couldn't help but chuckle nervously, caught off guard by her boldness. In all the years he had known her, she had been this beautiful, shy girl hidden behind golden tresses and laughter so bright it could light up a room.

"Of course I am," she replied, glancing away as a hint of pink brushed her cheeks, a vivid contrast against the blue of her eyes. "My father might have a few things to say about it, though."

The mention of her father sent a chill down his spine. Shirley's dad was a formidable man, a heavyweight in every sense of the word. If he discovered that his little girl had taken an interest in a scrappy boxer with more ambition than means, there would be hell to pay.

"He doesn't control your life, Shirley. You're eighteen; you can make your own choices." His voice was firm, almost protective, yet laced with unease at the direction their conversation was taking.

"But he's still my father, Mike," she sighed, brushing her fingers over her long hair, her expression clouded with worry. "I just—"

"Sherry, I'm all in for boxing right now. I can't throw myself into a relationship too. My focus needs to be laser sharp. Time spent on dating is time away from my training. I can't afford distractions."

Her eyes seemed to shimmer with something more profound than the summer haze that surrounded them, yet she held her ground, challenging him with a gaze of resigned understanding. "What if you achieve something in boxing? Would you reconsider then?"

Her question hung between them, intricate and heavy. "Of course," he muttered without much thought, the implication of the question charging the air around them.

A smile broke out on her face, illuminating the deep blue of her eyes. "I'll be waiting for that day."

As she turned to leave, a sense of longing settled in his chest. He watched her walk away, letting the weight of her departure sink in as he returned his gaze to the flow of the Hudson, its waters carrying away dreams yet to be fulfilled.

"Mike! Get over here!" Teddy's shout pulled him from his thoughts. Tyson hurried down the stairs to join his friends who were celebrating their newfound adulthood with a hint of whiskey. The amber liquid sparkled in its glass as he accepted a glass from Teddy, the rich smell swirling around him, symbolizing a threshold crossed.

"Welcome to adulthood!" Teddy grinned, egging him on as Tyson raised the glass. He toasted to himself, to boxing, to everything—and in that moment, he swallowed every bit of that anticipation, feeling the warmth spread through him like gasoline igniting a flame. Tonight, he wouldn't think about Shirley or the weight of the future.

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Three days later, the sun poured down onto the graduation ceremony as Tyson slipped into his cap and gown, the fabric fitting snugly against his broad shoulders. As he and his classmates walked to the front, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride mingling with uncertainty.

With the national anthem echoing through the air, he felt a momentary rush of gratitude for the camaraderie and the hurdles that had led him to this day. The excitement pulsed through the crowd, glimmering with the promise of futures unfolding—careers, dreams, and perhaps, unexpected romances along the way.

Tyson's gaze drifted, searching the assembled crowd until he spotted Shirley. Her bright smile, juxtaposed against her blue eyes, brought a surge of warmth to his heart. This chapter was just beginning, and while boxing lay ahead like a siren's call, perhaps he could find the balance he sought—between ambition and connection, between the ring and the girl who had grown up next door.