Her Madrid trip was EXCELLENT....
Yeah, she wasn't so pleased the boy was talking about soccer when they were supposed to get to know each other, away from field lines.
Thanks for keep on reading.

I'll talk more about it in two entries, about Em. You'll get to see why this young lady is just...too angry at him.

Hehe-pets-I've only had a kitty in my life. It didn't work out. He ran away...but yes, kitties are cool. For now...

Thankiess



Here is the next entry. Enjoy:

Entry 4. July 7th

It’s Wednesday. Today, the regional championship game was played. The whole team, including me, played against Seville. I confess; it cost us two serious ligament injuries and maybe one broken toe. We are still waiting for news from Helena’s mom about her condition. But at the end, we won!! And we are going for the nationals next week. I am excited, I truly am. Though as well, I’m nervous.

You are maybe asking yourself why I am nervous. Well, this is like the first time the school team has reached this status since 2040 or some year close to that. There will be peer pressure around the school for such event happening during the rest of the week and maybe for the whole month if we don’t win or we don’t come with a trophy, even a small one. And there is always this…popularity growing as well. Those people are only interested in us because of that possibility of winning. I call them hypocrites.
Boys have been asking us girls out to dinner, for a drink to the nearest soda fountain or an ice cream. Only once I have accepted, and it was from this guy named Ulises. He’s really cute, fun and something opposite of me. He doesn’t like sports. He’s all studying, having perfect A’s on his works at school. Maybe that’s why I accepted him, because he won’t be bragging around his goals made through his life, but only show his truly self, and be always kind to me. Of course. We plan to go out this Saturday, right after I come home from practice and prepare myself pretty. I still don’t get that deal about teenage hormones. It’s far too complicated in biology; it will be much complicated to talk inside this life. I hope this doesn’t end as the one with Roberto.

By the way, he doesn’t talk to me anymore, nor does he want to ever look at me in the eyes. Maybe one of his little clan members told him how complicated I could be when out of the soccer field. Those boys are scared of me. And I give them reasons for so. My kick isn’t actually gentle, girly as some people would prejudge, seeing as I am a girl. As I told you before, one of the hits could just KO anyone who would receive the ball right in the head or either makes a huge bruise if hit somewhere else around the body. I gotta say: I DON’T CARE! I love soccer and that’s how I got my position, by kicking soccer balls around a field and defending the goal area, as well as making maybe two each game.

Mom got sick during last weekend. It’s a bad cold and because of the long genetics of allergic people in the family, she can’t recover that soon. I hope she gets better; it worries me seeing her almost all day in bed and listening to her stuffy nose. And there is a funny thing about all this. Dad is cooking. It’s a miracle coming from all this. He even made us spaghetti, which mom can’t fully taste, but I know she’ll like it anyways. Phantom, those two are so deeply in love that sometimes they forget about me. I am happy to see them both like that, together. And maybe that’s why they need a time off me for a while. So, enchanted and happy, I will go to Hogwarts.

The trip downtown to buy the kitty will be tomorrow after school. I will tell you all about the either him or her new to the phantom society. I say goodbye, you disappear.

XO. Annie.