I didn't expect to be hit a by a cold gust of air as I stepped off of the plane in supposedly sunny Barcelona. I was expecting a change in weather from Manchester and Barcelona. I was glad to be off the plane though, I'm sure my ears are damaged after that flight. The two twin babies sitting behind me wouldn't shut up the whole time, I was close to jumping out the plane.
It was hard to believe that 3 days ago I was just living my normal-ish life as a 17 year old and here I am now, walking off a plane in Barcelona. A whole new country. A whole new start. It's hard to believe that life can change within a heart beat. I arrived at the terminal place to pick up my suitcase. I didn't have much stuff with me since I didn't own much stuff. My mum and I had always been struggling financially but it didn't help when she got diagnosed with breast cancer. We had to save up to pay the medical bills. I worked two jobs back in England to help my mum, it started to become a real problem when she was too ill to work anymore. It had been going on like this for a while now but I don't need to worry anymore. I try not to think to much about everything that happened to me the past two years but as much as try not to it's impossible to think it when you walk in the park looking at all the happy families eating an ice cream playing in the playground.
I collected my big black suitcase from the conveyer line and took my phone out of my hoodie pocket and texted my uncle. You've probably heard of him before, the footballer who cheated on Shakira. Yep, that's him. I find it hard to believe a man I used to love and look up to can change that all with two silly mistakes. I don't have a choice, I have to be here. I have nowhere else to go. My dad ran away when I was 15 with his 24 year old 'friend' and all he left for me and my mum was a note saying that we shouldn't't worry about him. I started thinking about me and my mum and how angry and unfair all this shit was until I got snapped out of my thoughts by my name being squealed and hands around my knees. Sasha.
"Hey buddy," I said prying his hands off of my knees and as I did that I felt another pair of hands wrapping themselves behind me. "Sophiiiie!" Milan exclaimed. I was really close with Sasha and Milan since my mum was close with Shakira so they came to visit us often without Pique. Shakira was such a big help when my mum was sick. She's the only reason I didn't lose my shit during those rough couple of years.
I looked down at Sasha and he gleamed up at me. I looked in front of me and I saw Shakira. I loved Shakira so much, she felt like my second mother. She stopped coming to help me and my mother for a while but that was the time Pique cheated on her. It destroyed my heart to see her like that during those times but it broke my heart to see pique and the way he acted as if it didn't matter and it was the smallest thing in the world and he didn't just destroy a family.
Shakira gave me a big hug. She smelt so GOOD, I mean she IS Shakira. I was kinda sad when I realised Pique didn't show up. My own Uncle.
"Where's Pique?" I asked Shakira "Oh he was busy and couldn't make it to come and pick you up," she flashed a small smile until she got pulled by Sasha towards the bakery.
"Looks like someones hungry!!" I laughed at Sasha as Milan pulled my hand into his. These two precious little boys. Bless them.
"Let me help," Shakira said taking bag from me "Are you hungry do you wanna go get something to eat?" she asked me "Yes please, I'm so hungryyy," I exclaimed as my stomach rumbled. Shakira and the boys laughed.
"Seems like we should find somewhere quick," Shakira said. We walked out of the airport and it was raining. I loved the smell of rain and I'm quite used to it given that I used to live in Manchester. We ran to the Mercedes and I put my bags in the boot as Shakira strapped the boys into the car seat.
"We could go to the KFC drive-thru if you wanted?" Shakira asked me starting the engine "I figured you would want to spend a bit of time at home," "You know me so well!" I laughed with Shakira.
We drove through the KFC drive thru, the boys had a kid's menu and me and Shakira both ordered pop corn chicken, large chips and a coke. We ate in the car and then drove home. Shakira showed me my new room, it wasn't big but it wasn't small. The bed was pushed up to the corner of the room and the walls were painted baby blue with white furniture. I started to unpack my things until there was a knock at the door. "Hey Soph, I just wanted to let you know that me and the boys were going to go mini golfing today and I was wondering if you wanted to come? We're leaving at 6 so you still have some time," "I would love to come!" I said "Good i'm sure the boys will be more than happy! I'll leave you alone so you can finish packing," she flashed me a quick smile until she shut the door softly and I could hear her footsteps descend down the stairs.
Shakira is such a good mum and strong woman. Having to go through a breakup so publicly must have been really hard. It just be even harder being trapped in that 'relationship' and still living in the same house. I never really thought why that was the case but it's not my business anyway.
I finished unpacking and flopped down on my bed and scrolled through TikTok for a while until it was time to start getting ready for mini-golfing.
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