After the match I herd someone calling my name Ahan but everyone wasn't even shouting they were only sitting down on their seats waiting until we left the pitch.
I woke up suddenly and I realized I wasn't Spanish,I was Indian, I wasn't and adult, I was a kid, and it wasn't even April fools day, it was only March. And all the players you saw except Ronaldo we're all my friends I was with before I went to bed. But the most important part of all was that it wasn't real it was only a figure of my imagination.
Ahan
YOU ARE READING
The day I reached the pro's
Non-FictionMy story is about a boy who lives in Spain but in a very poor part of town. He loves to play football but one day something will happen to him and will change his life. But in the end something happens...
