*Ciara's Pov*
"Ciara, Ciara, its the day we've been waiting for"
"The final match of the season is here"
"A day where we can take the title for once"
"dad" I say tiredly
"yes sweetie"
"It's four in the morning, GO BACK TO BED!"
He falls back onto his blow up mattress and off we go back to sleep.
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Now you're probably thinking, 'why is he sleeping on a blow up mattress' well to make things clear here is a little bit of background.
Hi, my name is Ciara Gallagher, I'm 18 years old and I'm from a small Irish town called Mullingar.
We live in a small, well... a 1 bedroom house, which has a small kitchen, bathroom and bedroom area divided by walls. My dad lost his job when my mum died. I was only 11 and didnt know what was ging on, soon we had to move out, because we couldnt afford bills and had to then buy this shit hole which I have to cool home. I try to get a job but can only manage to get a 2 hour shift at the local pub which aint great.,
Lately, with all the money I get for my shifts I saved up for two tickets for the last, seasons football match. Its always been a traditional thing my dad have always done, and for Mullingar to be in the final is incredible, so there's a reason why my dad is up at four in the morning but he is just a little excited bunny.
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*ALARM GOES OFF*
"CIARA,CIARA ITS THE DAY"
"Dad it was the day when you woke me up at 4"
"Sorry sweetie, pancakes?"
"Go'on then" I smile.
As my dad makes the pancakes I get changed behind the curtain into my black, ripped skinny jeans, white converse and Mullingar Athletics Football Shirt, with my scarf around my neck.
I walk out to a... well not a fresh smell of burning pancakes.
"Oh for god sake dad" I laugh
"Let me do it, and you get changed"
"Okay sweetie"
I made 6 pancakes so we could have 3 each. Set the table for two with jam, lemons, oranges, sugar and the best of all,Nutella, on the table to spread on our pancakes. As soon as dad came out in his Mullingar Athletic Shirt, Hat, Scarf and Jacket, he looked like a fluorescent green idiot, ha, we sat down to eat. After eating one pancake we hear a honk outside.
"Must be the mini coach" dad says
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btw I havn't told you that we don't have a car, so we don;t reguarly go on holiday, just a little reminder for you, carrying on....
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"Were going on a mini bus?"
"Yes! how else would we get there sweetie?"
"Walking?"
"Can't be asked, com'on there waiting for us"
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We got on the minibus and made our way to the stadium, it looked like my dad was going to pee himself with excitment like a small puppy. But I don't know what he's going to be like if we lose.... oh god :/
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Football Frenzy
Teen FictionCiara is an average 18 year old girl who has loved football all her life. But one football match changed her life in seconds after she sat next to Mr Right.
