why I fight

My best friend xavier, the coolest kid I've ever met. we grew up together, hung out everyday. We were best friends, nothing could split us apart. I learned alot from him, he taught me new things, how to draw, read music, play sports, free run, and many others. It was always cool to have a friend like him, he was the only friend I had actually, I was the school's outcast. I was different, the black kid who wasn't always loud or ghetto and uncivilized, didn't listen to gangster,rap and was mature. He saw me differently, he said different is....unique. Xavier was a popular kid and always had my back or stood up for me, he was also feared by many people because he did mixed martial arts and was trained by his older brother, I've seen his brother form time to time but never spoke to him. he was british and his name was lee, thats all I knew about him. I learned that their father had killed their mother years ago, and that their father didn't like them very much.