Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

Prologue

"He who dwells in the secret
place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow
of the Almighty."

-Psalm 91:1

Prologue

"Alana Amero

Intermediate Writing Class

Sr. Lampello

1 Juno 2016

                   It's A Long Story

A freewrite, now that's something I've never really gotten used to. A paper where I can write what I want, and make it however long I wish. Sounded like a fib when it was assigned to us. And to add to the surprise of a freewrite, this is me doing coursework for a class assigned to me in my rising senior year, I basically doing an assignment due when I return to school. I heard you were a prudent professor.

Anyway, I'm taking the liberty of this freewrite to talk about myself Sr.

I'm not vain I swear, just let me explain myself.

I just think it's strange as to how so many things can occur after making a different decision in life-"

I stare at the blinking cursor, and decide against the deepness of a fifth break. It seems a little too deep for a first assignment.

But what if I want to write about something deep? Not too dramatic, but not too hollow either. I end up continuing on with the fifth paragraph, seated cross legged at my laptop, comfortable on my new bed.

I focus on the next few sentences as I type slowly, trying to ponder every word.

"In a matter of months after moving to this lovely city, not only did I end up in a hectic relationship, I ended up playing for Barcelona's women's team, a whole lot of truths, and the most adorable niece.

But I don't think a lot of people seem to focus on anything except my old relationship. It seems as if it will always be the focus of me as a footballer.

But this essay is not going to focus on him only. But I'm not sure if you're even interested, but his name is Neymar.

I'm pretty sure that name has now caught your eye. Or maybe not-"

I'm typing away a storm until a little voice steals away my attention from the screen.

"Tia!" A little red-head sing songs. I turn around to see my niece struggling to climb onto my bed, and I immediately begin to smile.

"I haven't seen you since last week!" I exclaim, pushing my laptop aside to pull her into my lap. "How is mommy's house?" I ask her as she stares at my laptop screen.

"Good." She says simply, climbing out of my lap to look at my screen. "What say?" She points to the the words of my essay, and I chuckle.

She never stops asking questions.

And I'm glad she never stops, it's one of the perks of living with Andrew, and one of the perks of being an aunt.
"I see she's asking about your essay that's sort of due in two months or so?" Andrew scares us both, making his daughter scream with joy. "What's the prompt?" He asks while scrolling on his phone.

"It's a freewrite." I tell him, running my fingers through Rebekah's hair. "I don't even have a 'central topic' or whatever." I say in fustration, but taking notice in my twin's never ending staring at his phone. "How's Melody?" I ask him quietly.

"She's good." He shrugs. "Told me not to let Re eat too much xuixos this time, and then we argued a little. The usual." He shrugs again, putting his phone at his side to admire his child. "Want papa's phone, Re?" He asks her as she beams with a yes. "Heads up." He tells me, and I catch it. "Ex out of what I'm doing." He starts to walk away before backtracking. "Oh and Lloven and Bartomeu want to see you after your class immediately." He tells me before walking away.

My eyebrows knit together as I think about what they could possibly want. And the same little voice pulls me out of my thoughts again.

"Neymar." She whispers, and I glance at Andrew's phone.

And I see a picture of Neymar on instagram with another girl, and I can't help feeling a twinge of sadness while looking at their compromising positions. But I look away, and continue to type on.

And then I remembered: it marks a year on the seventh. It pains me to type the next few sentences.

"I don't always see him, but we have a lot of mutual friends, including my brother. But I did see him a lot in summer 2015 while overseeing a team full of children, but I can't tell you why he was there."

But no matter how much I tried to escape being around Neymar, missing him, and our relationship; he was always there.

Whether or not I liked it.

But I needed to stop thinking about the past, it wasn't helping me in my daily life at all.

But life always finds a way.

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December 1st, 2015

Was that too long to be a prologue? Idk sorry if it was.

And yes it does say 2016

But no the story starts on september 1st 2016.

And yes she lives with andrew now, nuria got married and laura got transfered to a different team but they are still friends.

And the fact that she organized for a certain team is important!

And yes, Rebekah has reddish brownish hair but is often referred to as a red head.

This prologue was to give you a background to the story and this covers a lot of the important themes within the story.

Including the writing, and a few others things, people* ;).

So let's kick off with chapter one soon if God wills it.

I'll try to update again on Tuesday if He wills.

All the Love.

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¡Que Dios te bendiga!

Deus te abençoe!

Que Dieu te benisse!

May God bless you all!

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