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So when signing up for my classes this year I must have thought I was Rory Gilmore or the next Sheldon. I infact am neither of those and instead these classes are eating me alive. Finally an update though! I'm sorry for the long wait. I'm injured and can't play for a few weeks so I'll have more time to write after homework so expect another update or two by next week! Anyways enjoy!!

Rose woke up as her alarm broke the silence in her apartment. The pale light from the moon peeking into the room.

She was hung over, there was no arguing that. Her limbs aching, head pounding, throat dry, on top of all of that the first wave of nausea hit her. Ignoring everything else she felt in that moment she hurled herself to the bathroom, kneeling in front of her toilet as she attempted to keep her hair up.

Eventually everything she had consumed the night before was out of her body and being flushed down the toilet. Once she had made her way onto her feet she opened up the medicine cabinet to grab some painkillers.

She heard the door open but didn't turn to face, already knowing who it was and not wanting to deal with the lecture she was about to receive. "What were you thinking?

Ana, her older sister, barged into the bathroom. She starts to lecture her younger sister for her reckless and poor choices last night but stops when she realizes Rose is no longer listening and is instead aggressively brushing her teeth trying to get the taste of throw-up out of her mouth. The older sister rolls her eyes. "Are you even listening to me?"

Rose just shakes her head no before putting even more toothpaste on her toothbrush. With toothpaste all over her mouth, she adds a 3rd glob, the taste of throwup not leaving her mouth.

Ana laughs before grabbing her phone and starts to take funny selfies with Rose in the mirror, allowing Rose to forget about the massive hangover and what she was about to go do. They both post the pictures on their instagram stories before Ana walks out to make them a quick breakfast.

Ana hit record on her phone before setting it down on the table without Rose knowing. "Are you nervous? You haven't been back since the divorce."

Rose sighed, knowing that a lot of people have been concerned about her, she hasn't been herself lately. "I don't really feel anything, I don't know what to feel."

"Why?"

Rose took a sip of her warm sage tea and finally let herself think about everything going on, and she thought about everything. From going to all of Barcelona's games with her dad until she was 13 and her parents got divorced, when she was 14 being taken away from her dad, to being forced to play for Real Madrid her whole career instead of Barcelona, to being forced to hate Barcelona, to her rival turned enemy she was now going to have to play with, to her manager letting Real Madrid sell her to Barcelona without even asking, to drinking hard-core for the first time last night.

"I guess there's just a lot of different emotions going on in my head right now and it's overwhelming, so instead of dealing with them I push them away until moments like this where I don't feel anything at all."

Ana gave her sister a sad look, gently squeezing her hands, "Oh hermana, you should have told me, I could have been there for you to help."

Rose just shrugged, "I didn't know what to say, and now there's going to be a whole bunch of articles that are going to try and tell everyone how I feel when really I don't even know what I feel. They're going to come up with ridiculous stories, when really my manager was just trying to do what was best for me."

Ana had a confused look on her face, one that asked, "what do you mean?"

"I miss home Ana, I miss dad."

Ana stayed quiet, allowing her sister to get everything off of her chest.

"I told my manager that, and she reached out to Barcelona. Apparently they have been watching me but never thought I'd want to play for them, since I play, well played, with Real. I never really thought about playing for them again after we moved here though. I had to forget about them otherwise I would have never been able to do all this with Real. I had to build an image, and to do that I couldn't be a Real player who loved Barcelona."

"So nobody knows you used to live in and play for Barca?"

Rose sighed and shook her head. "My manager made them promise not to release that info. So now everyone's going to think this was random. They're all going to hate me."

Ana got up and reached for her sister. "They won't hate you I promise."

"How do you know?"

Rose was crying in her sister's arms, scared of the uncertain future, and scared of the hate she was convinced she was going to receive.

"Well to start, you're probably one of the most loved players, you can do no wrong in their eyes, and second you have the best sister in the world who just so happens to be a sports journalist, and a director."

Rose looked at her sister confused, "I get the journalist part, but what does being a director have to do with this?"

"Your going to release a documentary, to show everything behind the scenes and everyone will know the truth, if you want to of course"

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I got to watch Barcelona play for the first time a few days ago?!?! Still can't get over it.

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