Chapter 2
I felt my body being shook. I groaned and turned the other way.
"You're gonna be late for your flight!" Uncle Marcie said, acting like it's a big deal for me.
"And I should care, why?" I grumbled, pulling the blanket over my head.
"Don't make me pour ice on you.."
And at that remark, I jumped up. Crystal was already awake; she was sitting at the edge of my bed giggling. I rolled my eyes at the both of them and grabbed my phone to check the time.
"It's 6am.. Do planes even leave that early?!" I whined, rubbing both my eyes.
"Stop whining and get up.. You can sleep on the plane if you want. Better yet, you can go in those pyjamas," Crystal said, how is she always a morning person???
I got up lousy and groaned my way to the bathroom. I went to take a shower so I can be fully awake.
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I dried myself off and tried my best to dry my hair with my towel. I let it air dry after; I brushed my teeth and put on my black flats. That's when I remembered, I forgot to pack some of my shoes. I took out my other luggage and packed: my nikes, flats, and heels.
My shoes are always kept clean because I take care of my shoes like their my babies. I didn't bother to put on makeup because there was no point in it.
Uncle Marcie knocked on the door and opened it along with Crystal.
"All set?"
I gave him the middle finger and put my backpack on and dragged my luggage with me. I'm not a morning person as you can see. Surprisingly I was wide awake, I didn't feel tired anymore. I walked downstairs to see a buffet.
"Breakfast?" Crystal smirked, now I feel like she was part of this too. Not the breakfast part, but the sending me to Brazil part. I turned around and crossed my arms, giving them both a dirty look.
"Why do I feel like you guys don't want me to go there for a job, but for something else?"
They both looked at each other nervously and then looked back at me. I raised my eyebrows. They tried to say something but no words came out.
"Whaaaat.." They both said in a high voice. They started talking over each other piling a bunch of lies, one over the other.
"Why don't we eat, and we'll tell you exactly why." Uncle Marcie suggested, I shrugged and went along with it. We sat down at the table where the food are at. "See, Felipão thought the boys would work harder if a girl was there."
"And by that he means they would try to impress a smokin' hot girl," Crystal said finishing his sentence. I choked on my water to the word "smokin' hot girl" I started to cough like crazy.
"Excuse me?" I coughed. That's when I realized something. I finally snapped.
"SO IM SOCCER PLAYER BAIT?!" I yelled, glaring at them and clenching my teeth. Man, if I had powers they'd be going crazy every single day with my anger.
"Not really.. You're just a motivation?" Crystal questioned, not knowing if that was the right word to use. I rolled my eyes and started eating.
"Wait.. If you knew then why'd you act like it was a big deal?" I asked, I'm so mad I'm about to rip their heads off.
"Well.. I didn't want you to be mad at me.."
"Well I am!"
I'm so getting them back for this. Karma is my nickname around here at Los Angeles, I hope they still knew that.
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Uncle Marcie drove me to the airport. Of course, he tried talking to me. I can stay mad at someone for as long as I want, I don't care who. I got a text from Javier, one of my guy best friends.
Javier: Aye, wassup Kitten?
Cat: About to go to the airport, that's whats up..
Javier: And may I ask, whyyy? :(
Cat: Uncle Marcie accepted a job offer for me at the World Cup, to help "train" the national Brazil team
Javier: What?! Weren't we supposed to have fun this summer?!!!! :'(
Cat: that's what I thoughtttt.. Apparently Crystal was in it too.. I'm just a "motivation" to get the guys working harder.
Javier: What do you mean?
Cat: If they saw a "smokin' hot girl" there, it would get them to play harder.
Javier: Ahhh.. They used that trick
Cat: Yea, I'll call you before I leave for my flight
Javier: Alright, love ya Kitten :* MWAH -hugs-
Cat: Love ya too, Jav :* MWAH -hugs-
Uncle Marcie pulled over. I looked around and saw that we were already at the airport. It was awkward silence for a few minutes.
"Ok.. Well I'm gonna need that plane ticket, you better hurry up before I murder you people."
Uncle Marcie handed me the plane ticket. I had my ID and other things I would need and got out of the car. I grabbed my luggages from the trunk and put on my backpack. I called Javier but he didn't answer, so I left him a message. Guess I better suck it up now.
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