All Cause of Soccer

Chapter 3: You need to sort out your priorities

AN: Here's chapter 3. Enjoy!
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I open the door. Home sweet home. I sigh as I head towards my room. With no one to share my achievements with, I think my life was quite pitiful.

As long as I have internet and food, I am completely fine. Since it was a Friday, that made it even better.

My mom is a fashion designer and has her own clothing line. She used to be a model and wants me to model for her clothing line but that's a nuh uh. She thinks soccer should not be played by girls.

It's 2016. Time to be a bit open minded.

I drop my soccer bag in my room and proceed to take a much needed shower.

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After the shower, I get out of my room to go downstairs for food.

I spot Aaron with what looks like a luggage, "Hey, you going somewhere?"

He stops brusquely and turns around with an aghast expression as though he got caught while trying to be secretive.

"Hmm?" I inquire and he wakes from his trance.

"There is something I need to tell you Elise." He says in a serious tone.

"Tell me what?" I pry.

"I'm going to London."

"Wait what? Why?"

Aaron takes a deep breath, "I'm going there cause I'm meeting up with some producers to make music."

Aaron always had a passion for music. He literally had a music shop in his room, filled with all kinds of instruments and he sang as well. His singing is actually really good but obviously I will never admit that.

"You do know you're going to be killed by mom and dad, or even worse expelled from school."

"I'm not going to tell mom that. I'm going to pretend I'm staying in dads house for a while." He replies as though it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay what about school you're going to get suspended."I enquire again.

"As for school you can pretend to be me or something and you really need to sort out your priorities." Aaron shakes his head.

"Um for your information, my priorities are already well sorted. Sisters before misters although I have no sisters. It's not like the boys in real life are as good as fictional boys. See this is what books and freaking Wattpad does to me. Fries before guys definitely. Food always comes first. Oh great now I'm hungry. Let me–"

"So are you doing it or not?" Aaron interrupts my rant.

"Doing what?" I say confused. I think about what he just said.

"Wait. Are you actually serious?!" I exclaim.

"Yeah. I'm really serious about this Ellie. It's my passion and I know I want to do this. Will you please do me this favor? I'll do anything." He pleads.