You aren't worthless

The Beginning

"Cristiano's with the ball, he dribbles past to players, he an elastico on the third guy, "What a technique!!" The commentator said, "He is literally dribbling and playing with the opposition on the finals!! It takes guts and technique to pull those off." He added.

Number seven passes the ball to Lionel Messi number 10 who dribbles so hard his opponent tripped, "Nothing than pure skill in these finals." He passes the ball back to Number 7 he catches it, kicks it high, bicycle kick to the back of the net!! One of the most beautiful goals I've ever seen in my entire life as a commentator.

It is 2-0, the S. Madrid high school is winning but there is still another half of the game to go ladies and gentleman. It is now 75 and it is currently 4-0 and Cristiano is with the ball, his dribble technique is on point as he dribbles past two other players and flicked on another one. He is sprinting like we have never seen before is he going to be able to dribble through the last one? He gets tackled from the back and the impact looks bad.

"Chris!!!" I sprint like I have never in my life, "I hear the whistle and the player is instantly given a red card but that is not enough the purposefully did that, why would you hurt him? I knelled down and rested his head on my lap and I whispered into his ear "Everything will be okay" with a reassuring smile and I barely hear "Lee-o" his voice got thinner before he blacked out.

"Anyone help!!" I yelled as the paramedics came and carried him in those gurney I wanted to go with them but they said he was in good hands and I believed so. But how did we reach the finals how are we here?

*No one's POV*

It was a warm spring in Spain, specifically Madrid. There were 2 new exchange students. A tall handsome Portuguese called Cristiano Ronaldo and the other a petit pretty Latino named Lionel Messi, they both got accepted at one of the most prestige schools in Madrid because they both had an amazing talent to one of the most played sports on earth, football. The school saw the talent in them through the junior's nationals that happened in both countries. Normally they'd only reach out to people in Spain because its more convenient and takes less paper work however the school couldn't miss out on the opportunity of making their carriers because they would most likely play in La Liga anyway because it's the best paying league by far. They didn't know each other but it would soon change.

It was a warm spring day of 2001 in Spain, Madrid. The school was preparing their lineups for the juniors national league. The league would consist of boys in between the ages of 14-17. Luckily for Lionel Messi he could now join the League since he was now 14.

*EDIT*
*RON IS IN GRADE 11 AND MESSI GRADE 9 CAUSE THEY HAVE A 2 YEAR AGE DIFFERENCE AND THIS IS SOMETHING I NEEDED TO SAY SO THE STORY MAKES SENSE*

*Ronaldo's POV*

I woke up today felling happy for some reason, since I was in a good mood I got out of bed quickly brushed my teeth and went to the school's gym. Normally I would just workout after class but today I felt energized, vibrant or to resume extremely motivated. Which I'm usually not normally giving the fact that I'm lazy and I procrastinate a lot. I found ways to work around that and now at least regarding school work and training. I try my best not to stay in bed every day, all day because that is just what I usually want to do. I did cardio for 20 minutes and squads before stretching and went to my dorm to get ready for the day ahead of me. It as been a while since I've moved to Spain, its great here but I sure do miss my family and friends that I left behind however I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world, if I will be able to provide a better life for my parents in the future it will be all worth it. I took my hot long shower with boiling hot water. I dressed and packed my back pack with the books I will use today and went straight to class.