Daughter of Ali Krieger

Chapter 1;

Emily's POV

So, basically, I'm just another one of those stories where my parents didn't want me and dropped me off at an orphanage. I get told the same excuses every time, 'you'll get fostered, 'just give it time' 'Em they just couldn't provide for you', the same bullshit.

Here I am sixteen years later, in the kitchen of my orphanage, sitting in front of Mr and Mrs. Jefferson, the runners of the orphanage, telling me that my birth mother is coming to collect me. This must be some kind of joke. Why is she coming back now? After sixteen years?

I walk upstairs to my room and pack up a few of my belongings. I set my bags at the end of my bed and read my book. I got a new book yesterday and I'm enjoying it. I've been reading it non stop for the last few hours. I continue reading until I hear a car pull up. I marked my page and set the book on my bed and jumped over to the window sill. I looked out and saw a black BMW parked outside. The doors open and the one and only Ali Krieger got out. There was a knock on my door and I drew my attention away from her and to my door. Brian walked in and came and sat next to me.

"I wanted to say goodbye before you left. You've been a pleasure ever since I found you on our doorstep. I can't wait to see what the future has to hold for you."
"Thanks B."

I hugged him. He stood up and carried my bags down the stairs. I looked around my room one last time and saw my Orlando Pride jersey on the ground. I gasped and ran across and picked it up. I forgot completely that I had this. I was a huge fan of Ashlyn Harris and I asked Brian to get me a replica of her jersey for Christmas and he did. I was so happy and wore it everyday.

I walked out of my room and down the stairs and stuffed the jersey into my bag. I stood by the living room door and saw her standing in there talking with Brian and Sheila. They all turned and looked at me. I looked down and rubbed the back of my neck.

"Em, meet Ali. Your mother."
"Hi Emily, it's nice to meet you."

I looked at her up and down. Brian nodded at me as if to encourage me to talk and be polite.

"Hi."
"So, are you ready to come to Orlando with me?"
"I suppose I have to be don't I?"

I walked out of the room and grabbed my bags. I opened the front door and carried them out. Once I got to the car the boot opened automatically and someone got out of the car.

"Here, let me help you with those Emily."

I looked at who was speaking at me. My mouth widened as I looked at her in awe. Ashlyn Harris is actually standing right in front of me. Oh my god somebody pinch me. My mouth opened and closed several times but nothing came out. Ashlyn laughed at me and put my bags into the boot. She closed it and clapped her hands together. Brian, Sheila and Ali walked out. Ashlyn walked over and shook their hands. I looked at the ground and tried to process what just happened. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up and saw Brian. Sheila walked over and wrapped me into a hug.

"You're going home. Be happy. Be nice and then everything will go your way. Make us proud kid and don't forget to ask them to sign you up for soccer training."
"Yes ma'am. I'll see you soon."

I hugged her once more and hugged Brian. We said nothing, just held each other. He let go and walked over to the door and wrapped his arm around Sheila's shoulder. Ashlyn and Ali walked over to me. Ali opened the door for me and I got in. The windows were tinted and no one could see in. I got in and buckled my belt. Ashlyn and Ali got in and Ashlyn started the car. Ali turned around and smiled at me.

"I hope you don't mind but we actually won't be going home until next week. We have a camp here but it's nearly finished."
"Okay."
"So I heard you like reading and I bought you books. I called Brian last week to ask what you liked and he said you liked us, the USWNT, so I got you Hope and Abby's autobiography. I also asked Carli could I have a copy of hers for you but she wanted to sign it and give it you personally so you'll get that when we go to the hotel."
"Wow thanks."