Broken Glass || Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 1 || Who Knows

{picture: Genevieve}

Genevieve's Point Of View

"GOOOOOOOAAAAAAL" the sports commentator says. I jump up and down with excitement as FC Barcelona scores another goal. 2-0, haha.

I'm practically obsessed with futbol. I grew up playing the sport and it's my love. I play on UCLA's women's soccer team. Well, soon to be, played.

I'm a senior and graduation is just 1 month away. We only have 1 game left until we wrap everything up. Worst part is I won't be able to play in my last game as a Bruin. I tore my ACL 4 months ago. That was basically the end of my college soccer career. But coach was very supportive and let me travel with the team to every game. Plus, I still got to continue with my athletic scholarship to finish college.

My plan was always to play professionally but I don't see that happening now. I would rather not get hurt again and when my injury occurred the doctors recommended that I stop my soccer career, permanently. It's been hard, thinking about not playing soccer. But I guess I have to live with it.

Now I'm a makeup artist who doubles as a model. I don't exactly know what my plan is after I graduate. My two majors are engineering and applied science and Spanish. And my minor is German.

But wanna hear something crazy, I'm considering pursing a modeling career some where in Europe. Crazy right. Considering that my parent's are crazy Mexicans who want their daughter to have a stable job that doesn't require moving across the Atlantic Ocean. I always grew up with the plan to do something that would make my parents proud. Going to college was the first step of that plan.

But who knows, I might do it. I might just pack up my stuff and move to Europe. Maybe France or Berlin or Madrid.

*1 and 1/2 months later*
Early June

"Bye mom" I say as I hug my mom extremely tight in the Los Angles International Airport.

"Bye Mija" she responds. I turn around and start boarding my plane. I can't believe I'm doing this. Yes, I'm getting on a plane. After graduation half a month ago, I decided to go crazy. That includes pursing a modeling career that may or may not fail.

I've decided to move to Madrid, Spain. I've always wanted to live in Spain ever since I was a little girl. I just can't wrap my head around the idea that I'm really doing it.

I sit in my window seat of the plane. I'm really doing this. Ay, maybe I can meet a cute Real Madrid or Atletico Madrid player. Well, they're all cute.