I was exhausted after a whole week in school. I spent my Saturday morning in pyjamas painting on an unfinished painting. When I paint, my head gets quiet, and the world gets calm. A random girl taken from my mind, appeared on the canvas. I love to just let my mind decide what to create, and to not work after a plan.
The bubble of creativity was cracked when my father entered my room.
"Morning shine, I brought you breakfast." He said and put a tray with a sandwich and a cup of tea on my desk.
"Thanks dad." I said a little irritated by him disturbing my calm creating mood.
"I thought we should do something together today, you, me and mum. If you don't have any other plans for today."
I didn't, or my plan was to just see what the day had to offer. So, I guess I had nothing else to do, i could't draw all day anyway.
"Yeah, sure. What would we do then?"
"My suggestion is to go watch a football game. I've got three tickets from a friend at work. "
I'm not very much for football, but it was at least a way to spend the Saturday.
"Okey, sounds fine to me!" I said, and I saw my dads face shine up in a smile.
"Okey, great! It starts in two hours." He said and closed the door gently when he left my room.
I didn't put any energy on what clothes to wear, a pair of grey flared jeans and a black cropped jumper was the result. I finally put up my hair in a tight ponytail.
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The grandstand got filled with people with scarfs matching the colours of their team, flags and home made signs was diligently used, before even the game had started. We thronged our way to three seats and sat down.
"Do you want a hotdog?" My mother asked me pointing at a seller who walked down the aisles between the seats.
"No, I'm not hungry, thanks." I answered and looked out over the arena that soon was to be filled with men running in different directions, hunting a ball. Meaningless game actually.
The audience made a deafening notice when the players entered the grass. I clapped my hand, not by admiration of any kind, just to fit in. My parents did the same.
After half an hour I needed to visit the toilet. I informed my parents and moved between screaming people waving with scarfs and flags. I consciously tried to avoid to get hit, since that seemed to be something I'm good at.
The toilets were not the most hygienic ones I've seen. There was not even one bathroom for men and another for women, only one for everyone with small toilet cubicles. I entered the bathroom, chose a toilet cubicle and locked the door behind me.
As soon as I was done, I heard the doorknob being twisted.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" Someone outside said." I didn't notice it was locked!"
"It's fine." I answered when I flushed. I went out from the cubicle and by totally surprise I saw a well known face of a young man. Bryan stood in front of me, looking as surprised as I must have did.
"Hi." Was all that came out of my mouth.
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