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Chapter 1

(a/n: this is my very first story to write so it's a total new experience for me to endure . Also english is not my mother language , so if you find any grammatical or synthetic (?) mistakes i would really appreciate it if you correct me in a kind amicably way not in some rude manner . And finally i accept all kinds of 'positive' criticism so i can make this book better so don't hesitate to tell me if you have some remarks or thoughts to share.
i hope you enjoy this journey as much as i did while writing it . i love you all and thank you for giving this book and me a chance , also don't forget to show your support by VOTING & COMMENTING !)

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"Today I will meet him , Today is THE DAY " , I said to myself while throwing my jersey over my head.

Should I put some makeup on ? I look horrible from the lack of sleep I've been enduring , I shake my head to get ride of the sour memories that always find a way to creep into my mind .

I let a long sigh and move towards my makeup bag deciding to only put some mascara on and  concealar to conceal the horrible purple bluish bags under my eyes .

After I'm done with my makeup I pull my hair into a high ponytail and slide my tight jeans up my legs .

I tap around the room looking for my watch . I never go out without a watch it's just a habit I guess . I finally find one and I wrap it around my wrist . I take a glance at the time and it's already six thirty . Dang it i'm gonna be late . I hate being late . I rush towards the door pulling my leather jacket and wallet on my way out .

The unwelcome cold breeze hit my bare arms and I slide my jacket on before I start shivering . Who knew madrid can be this cold .

The cab I called should be here any minute . And as soon as I turned my head a yellow car stopped in front me . I got in and told him the address . And by the way the cab driver smiled at me when he saw my jersey I guess he's a supporter as well .

I kept the converstation light with driver mostly because I only understood half of the things he said . Yet he seemed like a nice man .

After we arrived at the stadium , I paid the driver and told him to keep the change . He thanked me and wished me and the team good luck . I smiled at him and headed to the main entrance.

The stadium was packed . People were all over the place , Couples kissing , hugging . Kids running down the halls . Boys arguing and making bets . Girls fangirling about the hot players . Adults and old people who looks so serious as if their lifes depends on this game . Well after all it is the semi's and we have to win this game .

I have a weird feeling in my stomach . A feeling of belonging , I feel that I belong here , that I know all these people , while I actually know none . Happiness is another feeling that clouds my mind right now , and excitement . Feelings I've been longing for since months .
A smile stretch on my face and I look above as if he can look at me and i wish he was here with me . I wish they were both here with me .

I feel my eyes sting from the tears . tears I refuse to let them find their way down my face just like I've been doing the past weeks .

I take deep breaths and remind myself that I'm finally achieving one of my dreams , that I'm finally able to feel this weird feelings all at once . This mash of feelings , everyone in this stadium feels and even the people at home who are waiting forcthe game to begging , all around the world , is what I believe the madridista feeling !