Victoria's POV :
Hello I'm Victoria, but my friends call Me Tory and in this exact moment.
I am dying of boredom and embarrassment, and you are probably wondering why.
Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Two weeks ago
L. Angeles's youth champion leagues
DECEMBER 14th 2016
M. C Jim Berry speaking
“Hello and Good afternoon L. Angeles my name is Jim berry and I will be your M. C for the evening I hope everyone is super stoked to be here today as I am ecstatic so let's give it up for.......
As the M. C gives out the player's name and number I'm standing at my spot at the back of the line my breathing getting louder.
My heart beating faster by the second, no matter how many times I do this my nerves always get the better of me.
“And now for the moment all of you have been waiting for, she is Italian, she's fast, she's an Idol, she's the most badass female prodigy of all time I give you Victoria Isabella Marie Luciano!!!”
The crowd goes wild as I'm running out, waving at the people who came out to watch me play.
The stadium echoes with screams of fans while I run to my spot on the field.
Giving an award-winning smile at my team-mates which signals another trophy/win for California which causes them to whistle like idiots to distract the other team.
While they just look at us with confused faces and questioning gazes, I laugh in my mind while shaking my head!
The clock shows 15min to Half-Time and the score was 0-7, while I'm blocking the ball from three bull-headed players, waiting for an opening.
Jenny can free pass while Jim is blocking one of the Boston's players, once Jenny was finally open, she kicked the ball to me.
I halted and brought the ball of my foot kicked it high I jumped backward lifting myself when it came at a 75% ratio speed kicked it hard with my left foot.
I scored my team 8 points in the first Half-time earning a thousand screams of cheers and applause from the crowd and all we have to do was score 3-4 points in the second half.
Then we win the trip to the WORLD-CUP in Sydney for the final match, we headed, No, we more like raced to couch and I won of course haha!!.
“Hit the showers all of you stink, Jeez you look like you ran after a goose in the desert or the Himalayas”.
Couch chucked as he was saying his weird joke but, what was true most of us look ok, but we sure do stink.
Like we ran after a goose, so like couch said we hit the showers and dressed and ran back in time for the second half, I sighed this is going to be a long half.
When the time came the game ended with California as the winner the score was 5-10, so we had like 5 points ahead, but the couch said.
'We got sloppy so this summer break we are training 10x harder' this summer is going to be hell I 'ground'
Urge.
The team and I took another trophy home back to California, and me and Jenny who is my best friend went home the following Monday.
The rest of the team stayed in L.A. for some fun time, before summer hell with the devil.
Jenny and I on the other hand are on a plane back to California, I don't know why my parents want me home early this time.
Usually, they let me stay for a while before coming home, maybe Sofia did something, and I'm getting blamed too?
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12th 2016 Monday
I came upon a beautiful two-story building I know as my house looking at my childhood sanctuary, I walked up the Oakwood steps and rang the bell hearing a happy wonderful cheery women's voice I know too well.
I chuckled as I picture my Moms face, the white wooden door opened slightly.
Revealing a slim beautiful Spanish woman with olive skin and black silk raven hair flowing down her back, once her eyes land on me, she swings the door open and tackles me with a hug.
She cries speaking Spanish words I can understand as “oh my baby is back”
over and over in Spanish before my stepdad Ben comes out to see the commotion.
“Marie what in — he was cut off by my mom saying to him her baby is back.
It's been 15min since I got home, and already I was overwhelmed with the news I got just a few mins ago, Dad said, “We are moving to Kensington” and I wanted to explode or scream, but I held it in.
Saying stuff like I have soccer training for summer break and couch said we are doing 10x more workouts and I can't miss any of it, but my parents are relentless, god I am doomed or better yet dead.
“Hey, I'm sorry, couch I can't make it to training we are moving to Kensington for a 'New Life' so I am truly sorry and PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE …
'I am dead meat'. I thought to myself.
A week later
Here I am stuck in a small moving vehicle on a stupid and pointless road trip with a bunch of crazy people and a sister who is an a cappella freak I sighed thinking how on earth am I going to get out of this, but for now
“Here Comes Kensington” I say out loud.
