A Wonderful Month

Chapter One

I woke up. A new day in London. I have to admit, London was way colder than America. I was freezing all night long and I wonder how people can survive.

My school starts at 8 and it was 7 already. I knew I still have time but I won't make it. The bus would be outside of this house, a house for 7 participant. So far, I have blended in with them. They were all fun, they were cooler than my friends back in Brooklyn. Why? They came from parts of the world. I just realized that the world is pretty small than what I thought.

They came as vices for Europe, Russia, Australia, Asia, Africa and of course, England. The European boy came from technology country, Germany. His tutor called him Jack. I didn't know his full name. He was very close with Steven, the British boy, just because football. We then have a beautiful Russian girl among us, named Victoria Zvonarenka. I should admit, she was the prettiest among other girls, including me. If we have the prettiest, we also have the most handsome. His name is Nicholas. I was lying if I said his piercing blue eyes didn't hypnotise me. He came from Australia. Anna came from Australia's neighbor, Indonesia. She has the most beautiful skin I've ever seen, her tan was perfect. Anna was so close with Samuel, the African Boy. Samuel was the second smartest from all seven of us. And then, last but not least, they have me. I am Nicole, I am from Brooklyn, New York.

All seven of us have a common; we all insane. That was why I could get along with them easily.

We spent times together, aside from we were attending different classes and we were separated while studying or preparing for our own speech with each tutors. We did many things; we sang together loudly almost every night, we studied together at night for homework, we talked many things, especially recent issues. I knew football a little bit by my friends' talk. All I know about football is only goal before I met them. I learnt so much things from them and how good they are to me, they even asked me watch football together with them so I could understand everything. And Jack was willing to explain everything I wanted to know about the game. Thank God I have friends like them. Unfortunately, it would only last for a month.

Our accommodation was the organizer's responsibility. All of those, it was included with shopping money. They boys had idea to spend it for something more useful than 'shopping'. Boys... But when they finally came up with an idea, we all agreed. We would watch a football match every week.

Accidentally, one of the committeemen heard about it and he thought it would be a good idea. Without listening to our defend, he went away to tell the head of the organizer about our idea. And the next morning we knew, we wouldn't only watch the match, we also had access to train with the players, once a week. The boys were so happy to hear that, and so did Victoria. Victoria was the only woman among us who knew football perfectly well and trust me, she also played it damn well.

And the first week we got Arsenal. That week, we got a chance to train with them in Wednesday because we had no homework from school for the next day.

We went to London Colney straight away when the bell strike. Victoria was so excited, overwhelmed maybe, when she knew she was going to train together with her favorite club. And so did Steven.

Since I knew them pretty well, I knew that the rest didn't like it. Samuel is a fan of Manchester United, Nicholas is a fan of AC Milan and Jack is a fan of Bayern Muenchen and Chelsea, while Anna is a fan of Liverpool and Real Madrid. And I know nothing about those clubs, which was sucks sometimes.

I was posing with Anna and Victoria for Jack's documentation, which he promised he would publish it later, when a man stood behind Samuel, Steven and Nicholas. And Victoria screamed in a sudden when she realized the same man.

I elbowed Anna, searching for answer, and she whispered, "It's Samir Nasri, Arsenal's midfielder."

I nodded, then took a glance on him. I could say, his look wasn't bad after all. He looked a bit Arabic but I wasn't sure. I examined him from up until down, then went back to see his face again. Know what? My eyes met him there. In a sudden, I felt something. I didn't know why I felt hypnotized by those eyes.