Bad Girls

It was a quiet summer night, and the streets appeared to be calm, but violence pierced the sky. High

above ground, combing the rooftops for potential threats, stood a defending champion!

My name is Frankie Patrice Marie Williams. Fifteen years ago, I was adopted and showered with

love by the Ping family. It was a family that treasured values and tradition that trickled down from

generation to generation. I was given a gift, something far more treacherous and priceless than diamonds

and pearl: the art of Tai Chi! I was trained into a fi erce warrior.

Some say its a blessing; others say its a curse.

But I say differently. Im a bad bitch, without a choice! I dont rehearse or prepare. They have taken

my soul mate and threatened my unborn child. For that, there will be a third coming! But it will not

be Christ or Frankie Patrice Marie Williams! It will be