Field of Dreams: Year 1

The plan

Olivia's POV:

"Good morning," I heard Paige saying. I nodded. What was it good for? We were in a hotel in a whole other town near our home one, our parents knew that we are on a Physics field trip, and at the same time I was receiving notifications for my unexcused absences. Perfect. Just perfect. "How did you sleep?" Paige asked Blake this time (she probably understood I wasn't in a good mood. My expression gave it all, didn't it?)

"Fine," my best friend answered sleepily. She wasn't awake enough to understand the tough situation we were in. "Morning, Mr. Nicolas," she greeted, and we turned to see our teacher that was in a pretty not good mood coming in the restaurant of the hotel.

Luckily, we were all looking so bad that it was impossible to recognise us (or him, actually) from the news yesterday. I can say that we are officially famous. Yay.

"Morning," he sat next me on the table, and I handed him the apple juice, so it could boost his mood. Even a little. It didn't help with mine (because it was too screwed up), but it could have a positive effect on him. At least one of us to feel energised.

"Are you seriously taking pictures of the food?" I asked Paige as I saw her holding the phone above the food we had on the table.

"Yeah," she nodded. "It helps me calming down," I rolled my eyes playfully and reached for the jam on the other side of the table. That was when I heard the clicking sound that signalled the picture was taken.

"I want the authority of that hand in the photo," I joked for the first time in the day. It actually fixed my mixed emotions from the previous day. Paige laughed.

"Sure," she answered, and I finally grabbed the jam jar and pulled it to myself. There isn't anything better than eggs and a toast with butter and strawberry jam on it (I know it's basic. Just deal with it). It was impossible to replace it with a better breakfast combination. Just impossible.

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"What are we going to do now?" Blake sipped from her hot cocoa that not surprisingly had woken her up a little. It was still winter, so sweet drinks were allowed in the morning (just kidding, but still...). "With the news thing?" she clarified.

I didn't respond anything. I didn't have anything to say, so I just looked at the others. Mr. Nicolas was taking a bite of his toast, and Paige was eating her egg silently.

"Hello?" Blake sipped from her drink once again. "If we avoid this, it'll become a worse problem," she was right. I couldn't lie about it.

I looked at her, and she smiled back. It was hard for all of us. The good news was that no one knew who we actually were. The bad news was that the tryouts for the local girls' team were coming closer and closer, and we couldn't afford to waste a single day of trainings. But that was probably gonna happen that day.

"She's right," I expressed my thoughts with voice and looked at Paige and Mr. Nicolas. "We have to come up with a plan of getting home, keeping up with the trainings, and getting in touch with that doctor you know, Mr. Nicolas," I looked at him as he was sipping from his apple juice and nodding.

"I already called him," he put the glass down. "Everything is set up," he smiled.

"Good," I smiled too. "How do we get home?"

"Can we first eat our breakfast in peace," Blake started, sipping from that hot cocoa again. Hadn't  she drank it already?! "And then plan our actions?" I nodded, a little embarrassed from the energy I was giving towards the planning part. I just wanted it to end. The whole attention. The news. The search for the names (because believe me, people were writing all about it). Everything that had happened in the last 24 hours.

But the only thing I was wondering was...Why didn't Mr. Moore tell the news what our names were?

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"Good news, y'all," Mr. Nicolas entered our room, holding his phone above his head. We immediately looked at him, no matter what we had been doing at that time. "No one has been to my house," he informed us. "Neither to one of your addresses," we looked at each other. The case became even more confusing. Why didn't Mr. Moore tell where Mr. Nicolas was living? In that way, the paparazzi could've gone to ask questions and whatever they do for their job. "So here's the plan," he tapped the phone on his left hand. "I'll drive you to your places, and you can be sure that no one is there. I asked professionalists to check the perimeter," he said as if it was nothing. "Everything's clear," from one side I wanted to sigh from relief, but from other one...I just wanted to ask "Why?". "We'll train in my backyard. As we did a few times. I think it works perfectly fine," what about his neighbours? What if they'd recognised him from the news? "I don't think any of the people living around my house had ever seen me before, so that won't be a problem," he explained as if he'd read my thoughts. How was he able to do that? "And everything will be as it was in the beginning," he sighed. "Calm and undisturbed."

"So everything is set?" Paige asked as if she wasn't believing any of his words. He nodded, and she laid back in her bed, looking at the ceiling. I could tell she was happy to hear that. As me and Blake. There wasn't anything more we'd wanted in that moment than being in our hometown, at our rooms, going to our school, and training on the pitch we loved truly. I guess that the last part couldn't be brought to reality. We needed to wait a lot of time until the news start to ease. Until everything went back to as it was.

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A/N-Hey, everyone. This is tomorrow's part. I know that I'm a little off the posting schedule, but the next part will be as it has to be-on Friday. I hope that you liked this part even though it was a bit boring:)