[NAME] CAREFULLY TOOK DEEP BREATHS, BLINKING REPEATEDLY TO MAKE SURE SHE WASN'T HALLUCINATING.
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______Her eyes went from word to word over and over again. A small grin formed on the girl's face. She could finally be able to play football, and her parents couldn't do actual shit about it. It almost seemed too good to be true.
The girl studied the important details, such as the address and.. date?! This program starts in less than an hour!
"[Name]? Who's at the door?" [Name]'s mother asked in an unbothered and careless tone. "It's no one mother, just another one of those ding dong ditcher kids." [Name] lied. Annoyed incoherent murmurs could be heard from the mother. "Get to your room, I can't even listen to your disgusting voice." The mother demanded. [Name] scowled, then quickly walked to her room and closed the door behind her.
The female rummaged through her room and packed everything that seemed useful. The anger she previously felt now completely replaced with joy and excitement.
She put on her shoes and was about to open the door that belonged to her room, but then froze. Her mother was in the kitchen, and her father was most likely in the living room, there's no chance she could leave through the front door without being seen. Then, an idea passed through her brain.
The window.
She opened the window and looked down. If she did jump, there's a high chance she'll injure herself. Yet she truly could not care less. She swung her legs over the window sill, then hopped off and landed perfectly on her feet, unharmed.
The female once again looked at the letter, and her eyes focused on the address. She shoved the letter into her pocket, typing the address into Google Maps. Once the moronic app finally showed where the building was, [Name] started to run, for the building was extremely far from her home.
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Huffs and pants escaped her mouth as she finally arrived in front of the building, her lungs begging for oxygen and her burning legs demanding for rest. "Excuse me?" A male voice spoke out, making [Name] turn her head towards him. "Is this where the Blue Lock project is?" The male had dark blue hair and eyes, a small smile on his features.
"I think so. Who are you?" [Name] replied between small gasps. "I'm Yoichi Isagi." The male introduced himself, his hand extended for a handshake. "[Name] [Surname]" [Name] replied, gently grasping his hand and shaking it. Isagi slightly felt his throat close up and a strange feeling form in his head, though he brushed it off and returned the handshake, then let go of her hand.
"Oh hey, you're from Ichinan. Isagi-kun, right?" A male voice spoke to Isagi. [Name] peeked over Isagi's shoulder, curious as to who the male might be. "You were invited too? Figures. Good game the other day." The male spoke, as [Name] examined his features.
He had pale skin with white hair and brown eyes, a mole under one of them. Isn't this that so-called 'Jewel of Japan'?' If anything, he's more like a piece of coal..
"Do you know who I am?" Kira asked, giving a closed eye smile and pointing to himself with his thumb. "Uh, Kira-kun... Y-yes, of course, we only just lost to you the previous day." Isagi replied, while [Name] shifted her eyes to Isagi, wondering why the actual fuck he was stuttering like a pussy.
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WILD QUEEN {Y! BLUE LOCK X READER}
RandomA WILD WOMAN WHO FINDS HERSELF INVITED TO THE BLUE LOCK PROJECT, HUNGRY FOR THE TITLE OF THE BEST STRIKER.