After practice today, coach K wanted us to stay for a bit. He told us we are going to be going to SAUDI ARABIA. Every one started screaming with joy. He said we were going to be playing a school team and that school team in their tournament. I was so excited. This is an amazing
opportunity to show my skill. I am the number one player in all of North America.
I was dreaming about everything, on how we were going to win and on what Saudi looks like. Then coach told us the call and my jaw dropped. $500 dollars. I cannot afford that. After practice I stayed behind to talk with coach K.
"Hey coach, my mom can't afford the trip I don't think-" Before I could finish my sentence he stepped in
" Don't worry about it Sara I've covered the cost for you." I couldn't believe it.
"Really." I asked my eyes threatening tears.
"Of course, you are the best player on our team your loyalty to us is insane. I also only have to pay for myself, and I already know your current situation." After he said this I immediately thanked him.
"You're welcome Sara, now you better hurry home before it gets dark."
" You're right , thank you so much again."
He smiled and I went on my way home.
The side where the apartments are cracks, tearing apart and with graffiti all over it. The side we're the are more people than house. Not even houses more like apartments. Not the fancy ones with the receptionist. The bag man to bring your 10 bags full of clothes, makeup, accessories worth $500k up 20 floors . The ones that if you know the owner, you're allowed to stay. Then ones were you pay $1200 for a month. With hope that's your neighbours aren't crac addicted. Or worse can't pay rent. Cause then you'll have Frank( the wonderful owner) knocking at your door thinking it's the neighbours, due to his dementia.
Finally I arrive to my apartment.Wiggling in my key to my house and make my way inside. My mom is not home. It's a late shift for her at the restaurant.
After 3 longs hours of homework,studying and about 20 mental breakdowns. I hear the door open. I already know it's my mom. I endured the school year for her, I ace my test for her. I can get us out of her. That's what I say to myself, to remind myself. I have to take care of her when she's old. Do I wanna do it in a resort in Mexico. Or here.
" IM HOME!" She yells from kitchen. I run up to her and hug her tightly.
"How was work today". I ask, like I do everyday.
"It was something,my boss was nagging more then usual but it's whatever."
"How was football." She asks
"It was hard as usual, but I have some news."
She turns around facing me, patiently waiting for me to finish.
"WERE GOING TO PLAY A TOURNAMENT IN SAUDI ARABIA!" I shout with excitement.
My mom turns around and takes a few deep breaths before saying.
"That's amazing, I don't think I have the money for that" She explains her concern for the cost, I could it was something else bothering her.
" That's the thing Coach K is paying for us."
"Oh that great." She says softly.
"Yeah, I'm going to go do my homework."
She smiles slightly and I leave for my room.
That was so weird why was mom acting so strange. She's usually so bright. I don't know what I said to make her so dim, whatever it is it's something she's not telling me. I'm just going to brush it off, it must just be a bad day at work.
Ameliah's pov:
When Sara mentioned Saudi Arabia, I froze.
I'd never thought I'd hear that country's name again. I had thought I'd fully escaped Saudi Arabia forever. Your past never leaves you, I should know this. It comes back until u deal with it. It comes back especially if your past created a human. My daughter is going there for football the chances of her meeting her father are close to zero. Never 0. Maybe even 0.0001.
