My deed

It was the beginning of autumn. The air was chilly and the leaves were flying around like small tornadoes, clouds were darkening to a grayish colour and eventually it started to rain. The drops hit the ground ceaselessly like a bombing raid, and there was a thick fog all around therefore it was pretty much impossible to see any further than 10 metres ahead.
I quickly cleaned my room and finished all of my homework because it was game day. It was my dad's championship match; he was going to be defending his belt, the middleweight title.
"Oh no mister, you're not going anywhere today!" my…