Goal

Chapter 1: Morning Encounters.

Mariam's POV

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I groan as hear my alarm clock ringing and sink deeper into my king sized bed.
I don't even make an effort to turn it off because that would mean I have to move, which right now I'm really not a big fan of.

I toss and turn and put the pillow over my ears just to drown out the constant ringing I hear when all of a sudden something shatters beside me and then.. Silence.

I turn around to see Layla with a bat in her hand half asleep and my alarm clock at her side.

Shattered.

"Why did you do that?" I told her suddenly awake.

"It wouldn't shut up and I could here it from my room." She yawned.

"So you just decided to hit it with a bat?" I questioned my brunette friend.

"Pretty much." She said and walked out of my room with the bat trailing behind her in her hand.

"Because that's what normal people do." I said sarcastically falling back into my comforter.

I need new, Human, Friends.

I climb out of my bed and stepped over the shattered glass pooled at the floor near my bedside table and go into the bathroom.

I strip out of my Pajamas and take a long hot shower to ease my pained muscles from practicing all yesterday.
I get out of the shower and wrap a towel on myself.

I walk into my walk in closet that's like the size of a store itself -Not to brag-And put on my bra and underwear. I change into my usual blue and red uniform with the number '8' on the back. I stand in front of my vanity mirror and brush my dark brown upper-stomach length hair.

I put my hair into a high ponytail and slip on my neon green Nike football shoes. I apply some Chapstick on my lips and head downstairs.

I find Layla and Neymar sitting there wearing uniforms identical to me.

"Hey Hey Ney." I smile at my friend.

"Hi." He says too busy focusing on the television.

"When did you get here?" I asked grabbing a Cinnabon.

"10 mins ago. We have to be there by 8." He says.

"I only let him in because he bought food, Other than that he would be outside waiting in the car." Layla said.

She was really in love with food.

Literally.

"Thanks for breaking my alarm clock." I say sarcastically.

"Well, What type of thing Beeps that loud at 6 am. It's bad enough we have to wake up at that time." She replies while devouring a Cinnabon.

"Tell that to the coach." I said.

"Come on guys it's 7:30." Neymar says walking over to us.

Today is one of the hardest matches ever! But really I think we can do it.

"Ready to play today guys?" I ask.

"I'm honestly freaking out" Layla replies while finishing up her food.

"Why is that?" says Neymar.

"Umm.. well nothing maybe because we're playing against ARSENAL!?!" She says sarcastically.

"It's gonna be ok" Neymar says. "They aren't that good!"

"Yeah, I mean let's face it we are 10X better" I say to make her feel better when honestly I'm thinking the same thing.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with" Layla said walking to the door.

"We have a busy day today." I say walking after them and closing the door.

"I call shotgun!" Layla yells getting into Neymar's Mercedes Benz.

I shake my head at my loud best friend and get into the back as we headed of to the match.

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Authors Note:

How do you guys like the more improved version. the other one was a bit carroty.

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