Kurt was into performing. Poppy was into sport.
Growing up, it had always been as simple as that for Kurt Hummel's younger sister, and boarding school in England had set her up to be a professional soccer player. Then her foot was crushed by a drun...
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Chapter One- Loser Like Me
As soon as I stepped into the Arrivals Lounge of the John Glenn Colombus Airport, I was met with the tight embrace of my brother. He had almost knocked me over with his squeal and his urgency, though none of that mattered. My dad wrapped his arm over my shoulder and brought me in, I was still limping from the swelling in my foot, so having him and Kurt help out with the bags was a relief. "I missed you kiddo." Dad beamed as we headed out of the airport.
"I can't believe I'm back for good." I sighed, I had been away from home for too long.
Kurt gave a loud chuckle, "You get more British every time you come back." I gave him a playful nudge. It was only being back home that I realised how much I had changed being in England. Kurt always teased me endlessly about my accent whenever I was back for the holidays.
"Can we slow down a bit?" feeling a throbbing pain in my foot, "My foots aching."
We had a short break as I leant into my suitcase. I chose not to bring my crutches on the plane, insisting I'd be alright. Though I truly underestimated my condition after the surgery, as my foot had been burning walking around all the airports.
Despite the joy of being reunited with my family, I wasn't happy to be back in America. I was playing on the U15s England Girls Soccer Team, or football as they called it there, and my dreams were all about to come true. All it took was one reckless driver to crush all the bones in my foot, leaving me unable to ever play the same again. Soccer was my passion, it had been every since I was a little girl. Not only that though, but I was also incredibly good at it. It had been my mother before she died that pushed me to go to Boarding School in England; it was her dying wish. She had gone there, and soccer was a bigger sport in England, and being a girl in the sport I needed to be somewhere like that. When she did finally pass, moving to England helped me cope more than anything. I was only seven years old, though being away from home made it feel like she was never gone, just back at home waiting for me.
But her dying wish and dream for me had collapsed, my career over before it could even start. I couldn't stand staying in England anymore following the accident, my friends may have been there but everything was a reminder of my broken dream. It was time to come back home.
