Kimora's POV
"Who's apartment is this?" I ask as we walk down the hall to one of the Chicago national team girls' apartments
I didn't play in the Brazil April friendly game which sucks.
Tomorrow is the first game of the NWSL Season and we play the Red Stars.
Tonight, us Portland National team players are having dinner with the Chicago National team players.
"Alyssa's." Becky says then she knocks on her wife's door
Moments later the door opens then Becky jumps into her wife's arms.
"Come on in." Alyssa says then she carry's her wife into the apartment while myself, Mom, Lindsey, and AD walk into the apartment.
"Hey Thorns." Moe says as she, Tierna, Julie, and Casey carry the boxes of food into the living room.
"Hi." Myself, Mom, Lindsey, and AD say.
"We're eating in front of the tv since the Olympic draw is on." Julie says.
"Cool." Myself, Mom, Lindsey, and AD say then we follow the red star ladies to where ever we're going.
Once in the living room we all grab our food then Mom and I sit down on one of the love seats and eat the food that was ordered for us.
"So Kai." Julie says.
Kai is the nickname the national team girls gave me.
I wish they'd just call me Kimora, but they aren't calling me Mora so I'll let it slide.
"You ready for your first NWSL game?"
"I think so." I say.
"I mean you've already played for the national team so you're obviously ready." Lindsey says.
"How many caps do you have now?" Moe asks.
"7 caps." I say.
"And how many assists?"
"12." I say then I eat my beef fettuccine alfredo while looking at the tv.
Moments later the pots for the 16 team Olympic Tournament are shown.
Pot 1: Japan, USA, Canada, Costa Rica
Pot 2: France, Netherlands, Sweden, Great Britain
Pot 3: Australia, China, South Korea, New Zealand
Pot 4: Brazil, Chile, Zambia, Cameroon
"What's with the Pots?" Moe asks as the draw starts.
"Pot 1 is the Hosts and CONCACAF, Pot 2 is UEFA, Pot 3 is Asia and Oceania, and Pot 4 is South America and Africa." I say then everyone looks at me. "I researched it yesterday."
"Smarty pants." Moe teases.
"The third team out of pot 1 is......The United States of America." The presenter lady says. "And they'll slot into position G1."
"Sweet." Mom says then we wait around for our group to show up again.
"The next team joining Group G is......France." The presenter lady says. "And France will slot into position G3."
"Sick." Lindsey says.
"The next team joining Group G is......China." The presenter lady says. "And China will slot into position G2."
"Great." I annoyingly say.
"You got a thing against China?" Becky asks
"I think they deserve to be punished for the ongoing Uyghur genocide which has killed more than a million Uyghur muslims." I say.
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FanfictionKimora is 17 and her life has taken a turn for the worse ever since she lost her Parents. Her father's second wife has become abusive and hasn't let her or her sister out of the house in five years. One day it gets to be to much and the twins run a...
