"Treating you the Way you Deserve" //Pedri Gonzalez

Chapter 9

🇪🇸La Masia Gang❤️

Joao 🇵🇹:
Camila, have you done it yet?

Camila 🤪🖕:
What do you mean by that?

Joao 🇵🇹:
Did you show your dad the fake email? It's been 2 weeks.

Camila 🤪🖕:
I'm doing it today, and I know these past two weeks have been the worst of my life.

Pablo 🧻:
When you do it, don't be so *Camila* about it.

Camila 🤪🖕:
That's like telling Superman not to be super! 😏

Pablo 🧻:
Okay, you've made your point.

Camila 🤪🖕:
Well, I've got to get going. I guess everyone's not answering because they're all hanging out in the pool.

Pablo 🧻:
Yep, they're all in the pool.

Camila 🤪🖕:
I hope they all drown... 😇❤️

Pablo 🧻:
They all said "Fuck you".

Camila 🤪🖕:
Haha, I love them too! 😘

Pablo 🧻:
They said bye.

Camila 🤪🖕:
Bye, my dudes! 😎👋

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I walked into the living room where my dad was sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. I knew I needed to talk to him about something important, so I took a deep breath and approached him.

"Hey dad, can we talk? I need to discuss something important with you," I said, trying to sound calm despite the nerves bubbling up inside me.

My dad let out a heavy sigh and turned to face me. "What do you want, Camila? I'm busy right now," he replied, his tone slightly irritated.

I frowned, but persisted. "I really need your attention for a few minutes, dad. It's important," I pleaded.

"Did you find a job yet? You know I can't keep supporting you forever," he grumbled, turning his attention back to the TV.

I felt a flicker of frustration. "No, dad, because I already have a job. I play fútbol for the Fc Barca ," I explained.

My dad scoffed and shook his head. "Playing fútbol? That's not a real job, Camila. When are you going to get a proper job and start contributing around here?" he said dismissively.

I raised my voice slightly, "Dad, I make more money playing fútbol than you do at your job! I'm considered the next Messi. I have an emergency practice for an important game that I need to go to."

My dad continued to shake his head disapprovingly. "Your fútbol nonsense is never going to take you anywhere. When are you going to give up on this dream and get a real job?" he argued.

I felt my heart sink, but I wasn't going to give up that easily. "Dad, I made the first team. I play for the national squad now. This is my chance to make it big. Can't you at least be a little supportive?" I pleaded, my voice laced with desperation.

My dad just scoffed. "Whatever. When do you have to leave for this 'important' practice?" he asked, resignation in his tone.

"I have to leave tomorrow morning," I replied, trying to hide my disappointment.

My dad frowned. "Alright, but make me a promise. You can't come back home when this fútbol thing doesn't work out, and get a real job. Understand?" he demanded.

I nodded reluctantly. "I promise, dad. But we both know this is going to work out," I said, turning to leave.

"And buy your own ticket home this time! I'm not paying for your silly fútbol trips anymore!" my dad called out as I exited the room.

I couldn't help but mutter under my breath, "Whatever, dad."

After the tense conversation with my dad, I went straight to my room and started packing up all my things. I didn't want to tell the guys on that my dad was ok letting me go home early.

As I carefully folded my jerseys and clothes, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. This was my big chance to make it to the big leagues, to prove to my dad and everyone else that I was meant for more than just a regular 9-to-5 job.

I knew my dad didn't fully understand or support my passion for fútbol . He just wanted me to have a "real job" that provided a steady income. But deep down, I believed this was my true calling. The thrill of being on the pitch, the roar of the crowd - it was all I had ever wanted.

Finishing up my packing, I took one last look around my room. There were posters of my fútbol heroes plastered on the walls, trophies and medals from my years in the sport proudly displayed. This was my life, my dream. And I wasn't about to let my dad's doubts hold me back.