Owen Farrell - Trapped with rugby players

Chapter 1 - On Arrival

Im Ellie and I am just your average 21st century girl in most ways, a part from i have the most massive obsession with rugby and rugby players. There probably needs to be more of that kind of person in this world, or where i live at least, because i've never met anyone who has the same interests in rugby as me. But anyway, sitting on the train I could not wait to get to Murrayfield to see my favourite player, Owen Farrell, play for England against the Scots.

Ellies pov

The train slowly came to a holt, the wheels screaching as it did so. I jumped off the train and walked briskly out of the station and took a left turn onto the main street and was immediately met by a rush of people all heading in the same direction as me, and why? Match day. And it wasnt just any match day, it was Scotland v England match day. The rivalry between the sides seemed to grow everyday leading up to this day, the one day in every two years during the six nations tournement that the English come to Murrayfield.

I stood a couple of steps up on the metal stairs waiting for the teams to arrive. Scotland were first and as soon as their captain, Kelly Brown, was visible the crowd roared and began to sing the Flower of Scotland. I clapped as the team, one by one, collected their bags and headed down to their changing rooms to get ready. And then the jet black bus approached. A single red rose was visible above the front windscreen. The England bus. It came to a holt and the players began to get off the bus. The captain, Robshaw, was first and he was followed by my second favourite England player Billy Twelvetrees. I watched one by one as the players collected their bags and disappeared into the stadium. Where was Owen? Did he injure himself during training the other day so couldnt play? My heart sank as the buses door closed. No sign of Owen. The bus drove off and i sat down on the bottom step of the stairs. The crowd began to leave to get to their seats ready for kick off. I stood up and just as i was about to leave, a car with blacked out windows pulled up next to the entrance of the stadium. The door opened and there, right infront of me, was Owen Farrell. I tried to scream but i couldnt. My hero was standing right infront off me, and wow didnt he look nice? He opened the boot, bent down and pulled out a large kit bag and black plastic bag. As he closed the boot he looked at me. Our eyes met and i froze. What do i do, should i smile or speak or what?!

'OWEN!' He looked away quickly to the door where his dad, Andy, was standing and he didnt look impressed at all. Owen jogged over to the door and was just about to disappear when he looked back and me and winked at me, then he was gone. I turned away and i felt all faint.. Owen Farrell had just made eye contact with me AND he had winked at me. Oh dear, i probably looked like a drowning rat or something. He was probably laughing at me in his head and was trying to be nice. I still couldnt help but smile. I headed to the stairs to get to my seat ready for the anthems and kick off.