Aboard England

Jetlag and Porche (Kisle)

[KISLE]

"Flight 201 form American landing." After a 9 and a half hour fight to London I fee like crap. The kid behind me kicked me the whole time. When I finally turn around to say something I found that he had a trucker thug father. So here I am in a cab in London on my way to the soccer field. I have jet lag and no sleep with an aching back. I screamed at the driver every so often because I have yet to realize they drive on the left side of the road. I'm here on a soccer scholar ship. They have really great soccer out here, but I guess I'll have to start calling it football.

"Here." the man says not in a friendly attitude. I open my bag and handed him the money. To be honest I don't know how much I gave him. But with that I went up the stairs to the offices. When I finally got to the head 'football' administration office there were three people in there. An older lady, an older boy and an old man. The man saw me and waved me in.

"Hello you must be Kisle. I'm the head of the program." He shook my hand and looked me over. My hair was pulled into a ponytail, I wore some sport sweats and an under armor shirt. I looked bad. "Here is the women's coach ,Linda and this is your mentor, Louis."The older man said as I went and shook there hands. Linda was a little wrinkled but she was fit and strong. Louis was way taller than me. He had brown hair that stuck out every where, he had these pale sky blue eyes and a big smile. He was alright but probably way to old for me. he was at least 19-20, at least. And I had no chance with that. why am I even thinking about this! Soccer and School are the only things I need to think about.

"Hi." I said flatly. "What now?"

"Well, I guess I can take you home." Louis said walking out of the room. I follow not far behind. When we got to the parking lot he hopped into his Porche.

"Well, this is an extremely nice car. Where did you get it? "I asked with a suspicious smirk. For awhile it was nothing but an awkward silence, Louis must have been uncomfortable because he started singing.

"I've tried playing it cool, but when I'm looking at you-" he stopped, "Do you like that song," He asked smiling. I shook my head, "No. To be honest I've never heard it before. But, your a good singer," I said making up for the lack of music compatibility.

He smiled, shrugging his shoulders, "What do you like to listen to?" He asked.

"Anything, really," I said, relaxing in my seat. "Do you know who your head of house is?" He ask pulling in front of a nice apartment. I shook my head no once again, "Well, its Mica, Good Luck," He said hopping out of the car and walking around to my side and opening the door.

I slid out, "What do you mean by that?" I asked, "Mica, she's a bit of a partier," He said as he got back into his car, "See yah round, Kid," he said pulling off.