Phoenix's POV
"Watcha Looking at?" Isobel asks as she sits down next to me in my room here at the Olympic Village.
It's Olympic time now which means we're in Paris.
The past month has been so easy for me.
I've won pretty much every race I've been in.
"The stuff Ingrid made for me." I say as I rest my head on my friends shoulder.
"What is it?" Isobel asks.
"She printed out the Football roster." I say as I show Isobel the roster.
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"Hell of a roster." Isobel says.
"Seriously." I say then I show Isobel the Olympic groups.
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"That's a tough group." Isobel says.
"Oh yeah." I say. "I thought they were gonna get in a fight yesterday."
Yesterday the US played Netherlands and they game was very chippy.
Luckily the game ended in a 1-1 draw.
"Yeah that Daniëlle chick seems like an asshole on the field."
"Mhmm." I say then I flip to the next page and show it to Isobel.
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Four Lions
FanfictionThe loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.
