So I played soccer with them. Sadly, Brooklyn decided to stick around, it would have been better if he didn’t. His friends were really nice and were pretty good, the complete opposite of Brooklyn. At the end of the game, my archenemy came and said to me:
«-I admit, you’re not that bad, but-
-HA! I knew it! You were jealous since the beginning! »I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.
«-What are you talking about? It's not because I said you were good that you are automatically better than me. Anyway, you're just a girl, and everybody knows that girls can't do anything. Especially playing soccer!
-Jerk, who do you think you are? » I said, slapping him as I walked away
Brooklyn's POV:
I didn't mean to hurt her by saying that. I'm so stupid. After slapping me... she hugged me?
«I'm sorry. I have to go now. » Cecilia mentioned in sad tone.
She smells good, like flowers, but the smell felt familiar, and that hug too. While we were embracing, I remembered something that happened a few years ago.
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He was 7 and she was 6. He played soccer and she did ballet. One day, after class, he brought somewhere on his bike. The girl asked:
«-Where are we going?
-To one of my favorite places. »He answered.
On his way, the boy bought her ice cream. They were on a hill. From up here, they could see the entire town. She admired the view from above. After the sun went down, the city was illuminated by a lot of small white light. A small smile played on the girl’s lips. It was the first time he saw her smile. Whenever he bumped into her, the boy would notice tears streaming down her pale face. He was happy that he helped her to smile. After admiring the landscape, she said to him:
«Thanks.
-It was a pleasure.
-I'm sorry, but I have to go now. » she stated melancholically, hugging him.
Before leaving, she gave him a necklace, it was her grandmother’s.
A week later, the girl wasn’t here. A month later, she wasn't here. A year later, she wasn't here. The worst thing is that he didn't even know her name.
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It was impossible that the girl was Cecelia! First of all, she didn't do ballet. Second of all, she wasn't nice. Even so, she smelled exactly like the girl who occupied his thoughts. The next day I'll go see her, I'll just look into her eyes. It was the only thing I remembered about the little ballet girl I saw 10 years ago, her gorgeous dark blue eyes.
Cecelia Dianna's POV:
I couldn't believe I slapped him. It wasn't cool at all. I didn't do it purposely.. Ugh! I'm so stupid. Never mind, he'll forget about it.
When I was home, my mom gave me a pile of celebrities’ magazines and albums and told me:
«-Tomorrow, you’ll be accompanying me to Vogue. You'll go to the Teen department and help us out. Read those magazines and learn these celebrities. You'll be meeting them tomorrow. You better not get me in trouble this time!»
