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29

"They throwin' dirt on my name, I might just burst into flames."
-Merkules.

"--have found that our player, Logan Scott, has breached--"

"--the young Canadian reneged on her contract by catching a flight to--"

The only sound in the small two bedroom, clean and respectable, building housing Melanie and her house crasher was the monotone commentary from the reporters as they relayed the same information. Some in Engish, some in German.

"--therefore we have found Miss Scott's contract to be null and void--"

"That was fast." the young American Canadian representative stated as she stumbles through the doorway into the living room.

"You didn't inform them?" Melanie asked, keeping her German to a minimum with her English fluent house guest.

"Must have slipped my mind. Laura didn't like me anyway."

"What are you going to do now?" Melanie asked and could judge by the bewilderment in the young brooke's eyes that she hadn't thought out her plan very well.

What was she going to do?

She was educated, could get a job thanks to her college degree, but was honest enough with herself to know that without soccer in her life she wouldn't be happy.

Soccer and her family was all she needed.

But now the two weren't mutually beneficial to one another. She had everything on a platter the second she left college, signing with Seattle and still living within walking distance of her brother, Kevin, who was the most important person in her life.

"Fuck. What have I done?!" Logan yelled as her fingers moved through her hair and seized it in a death grip. She was pacing, panic radiating off of her. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

Melanie simply sat perched on the kitchen island observing the rookie. She wasn't going to coddle Logan, but also knew that right now wasn't the time for tough love. Her friend was spiralling, but she was also stubborn and independent, and wouldnt accept help or advice until she was ready to hear it, and as Melanie watched Logan pace the length of the room repeatedly, that time clearly wasn't now.

That, however, didn't mean she couldn't help in other ways.

| Kelley |

"So you have no idea where she is?" Hope asks, the concern clear in her voice as we get breakfast with our national teammates.

"No." I replied flatly.

It had been almost two months since Logan basically vanished, no text, no phone call, nothing. Her social media pages were silent. The only sign of life was from some German players Instagram pages. Logan was spotted in a few pictures.

There was only three pictures. The first she was trying to keep her head down, not be noticed in the background, but I'd know her anywhere, whether she showed her face or not.

The second was a week after that, she was spotted in Wolfsburg's team page, sitting by the sidelines cheering the team on as they trained hard. Rumors started to spread that she was signing with the team in Green, and I would have believed it had Kevin not called me and asked if I knew anything about it. If anyone knows who Logan will sign for, its Kevin.

Wolfsburg officials had to come out officially and deny tht Logan was signing up with them a few days after that. She's been clouded with questions since her dismissal from Seattle about her professionalism, her dedication and her attitude, and from the outside looking in, it seemed that Wolfsburg wanted no part in that.

The last picture was on Melanie Leupolz own page. Jealousy was something that overtook me that day as I seen the wide grin on my ex's face. She looked so happy, healthy and tanned. The photo was accompanied by a short video of Melanie training Logan, who seemed to be getting over her injury, as the 30 second long video shows the young Canadian American doing sprints.

"You should move on, she clearly has." Kling commented, and before I could retaliate, she held her hands up in surrender and nodded towards the tv screen in the conference room.

It was a press conference.

| Melanie |

I watched alongside Leonie, who had been my rock since leaving Freiburg to join Bayern Munich just a few months ago, as our officials took to the podium and sat down on their seats situated behind a table with our jersey draped over it.

Few of us knew what was coming, it took a while to convince our manager that Logan was worth the supposed risk. It also took Logan stepping up and getting over her injury to convince the higher-ups.

Logan accepted that she had handled her Seattle situation poorly, but was adamant that it didnt reflect who she is as a person or as a player.

With her positive attitude, hardwork and determination, as well as the fact that if we didnt snap her up, another team most definitely would.

| Kevin |

Women's soccer was something I followed intently, given who my sister is, but also that I haven't heard from her in a long time.

I tried returning the message she left me, but her phone rang out. It was difficult not to feel angry about how she acted, and while I try to understand that she had so much weight on her shoulders for a long time, with dealing with our mom, college work and trying to raise me, it was hard not to take her disappearance personally, like she was running away from me.

Having my nose in my calculus book, I dont concentrate on the press conference playing out on the screen in front of me, until I hear it.

"--we would like to introduce our newest signing as we continue to rebuild our squad into a dominant fighting force for the coming season. Please welcome Logan Scott !"

My book falls to the ground with a thud as I jump to my feet. I watch my sister confidently walk to the podium, shake hands with the coach and hold her new shirt in front of her.

How could she not tell me?

I knew she decided moved, I visited her apartment only to see moving trucks outside. She told me she needed a new place, she didnt say anything about moving to another country.