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[AN]

WHOA A WHOLE YEAR .·'¯'(>▂<)'¯'·. 

so I won't give you guys any lame excuses. my laptop broke, and my aunt visited me for 2 months, so I could not write a new chapter.

Now, I will upload a new chapter every Monday and Wednesday, but I will make sure you will get your story every week!!! ✍️(◔◡◔)

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Finally exhausted, I returned home. My body was worn out, but my mind was still buzzing with adrenaline. I had almost forgotten how exhilarating it felt to play soccer—the rush, the rhythm, the sheer thrill of the game. The anticipation, the challenge, the way my heart pounded with every move—it was addicting.

And yet, even as exhaustion clung to my limbs, sleep refused to come. How could it?

I was on the school's girls' soccer team. I had played against Bastard München. I had gone head-to-head with my old best friend Michael freaking Kaiser.

I stared at my phone, the screen's glow illuminating the dark room. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, itching to text someone—to share this electric thrill running through me. But gradually, as the high wore off, my eyes betrayed me. The screen blurred, my grip loosened, and before I knew it, I drifted off.

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"You are a disappointment."

My father's voice echoed in the darkness, faceless yet familiar.

"You have brought dishonor to this family."

My throat tightened. No. Not this again. I turned, searching for a way out, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. I ran blindly—only to crash into someone.

Kaiser.

He stared at me, his signature smirk replaced by cold contempt.

"You again?"

His voice dripped with condescension.

 "Did you really think you could play soccer? You're just a girl."

No.

No, no, no.

That wasn't right. Kaiser was arrogant, sure—full of himself, annoying beyond belief—but he would never say that.

And then, the worst of all.

My mother.

She stood there, her expression one of quiet disappointment. Of resignation.

"I can't believe I gave birth to a daughter like you."

Their voices surrounded me, growing louder, overlapping into an unbearable noise.

Whispers. Murmurs. Condemnations.

"Failure."

"Disgrace."

"Not good enough."

"Not enough."

"Not enough."

"NOT ENOUGH."

"STOP!" I screamed.

And then—

I jolted awake.

My chest heaved, my heartbeat thunderous in my ears. The room was dark, eerily silent, except for my ragged breathing. Tears blurred my vision, hot streaks rolling down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying. I curled into myself, hiding my face against my knees, gasping for breath.