Not That Easy (Neymar Fanfic) ON HOLD

Chapter 1

Sitting on my bed with wet hair and a fluffy white towel wrapped around my body, wow this is really happening huh?

I'm just a suburban girl from South Africa going half way across the globe to Barcelona, to go on a training course and then hopefully get accepted if my work is good enough. And by Barcelona I mean FC Barcelona.

It really is a dream come true but at the same time it's fucking frightening, I won't have friends nor family coming with me, sure I had a cousin or two that stayed in Barcelona but I had only ever seen them once or twice. So to put it short, this trip has it's ups and downs

"Nicki!" A loud knocking at the door snaps me out of my thoughts, "Can I come and get your bags? Everyone is waiting outside" my dad questioned still on the other side of my bedroom door

"Yeah sure you can come in and get them, I'm just going to get dressed I will be down in a minute" I say not realizing the slight disappointment in my tone

The door opens and my father walks in, "Oh filha don't be upset, we will miss you but we are here to support you" my dad says soothingly as he pats my shoulder and then grabs my bags

"Yeah I know" I say softly

My dad is Portuguese, from the island of Madeira (where Christiano Ronaldo is from), and a lot of my family are still there now, my avô (grandad) died when I was 10 and I miss him terribly however I still have my avó (grandma).

My mom however is from Brazil and I don't enjoy her side of the family, they are all so spiteful and mean that it's sickening to think that they are my family, however I do like one of my moms uncles, I remember my sister, Raquel, and I staying at their home in Venezuela one summer.

I know what you are wondering. Why do I live in South Africa? Well both my mom and dad's families came to South Africa to look for a better life financially and that's when they met each other I suppose.

I can speak minimal Portuguese which is sad seeing as every damn person in my family can speak the language!

On the topic of language I don't know how I am going to survive in Barcelona without any knowledge of the language and no friends or family to help me out, great. But the job manager for the position I am trying out assured me via e-mail that my English lingo is what they need?

Okay anyways back to reality... I get off my bed and dress in comfy leggings with a plain black baggy styled shirt and my black Nike Air Forces, yeah all black but comfy for a 14 hour plane ride.

I apply some concealer, light brown eyeliner and mascara and let my long chocolate brown hair dry into it's natural waves.

My appearance is what most people in South Africa call "exotic", whatever the hell that means. All I know is that I have an angled face, plump lips, caramel-hazel eyes and tan skin, I have a good body if I do say so myself, after all my field of work is in food monitoring and fitness control so I obviously have to look the part.

Descending the staircase I see the little family I have here in SA and smile a sad smile, I really will miss them

After hugging all of them I get into the car with my mom, dad and sister and head to the airport

"Now I know this is hard for you but you can do it, just go out there and do what you do best!" My mom says enthusiastically and I chuckle, my mom was always strong

"I will I will mamãe" I say and hug her tightly "I'm going to miss you" I say softly in the hug

"Of course we will miss you to Nola" my mom says stepping back from the hug, I smile at the nickname that only my family and close friends use

I smile and turn to my dad, "I guess this is goodbye papai" I say, "Don't forget your favourite child" I say jokingly and Raquel sends me a playful glare

My dad chuckles and hugs me tightly kissing my head, "Go get 'em"

"Yes sir" I say making a salute sign with my fingers before finally turning to my older sister

Yes she got annoying but I knew for a fact I was going to miss her like crazy,
"Don't you dare forget me" she says jokingly and I laugh "Raquel who?" I tease and she hits my arm

"Nah I'm just kidding, it's not like I'm never seeing you again? I'm visiting in like, what, 2 months? Estupido!" I say laughing

"Oh whatever go board your plane so I can get rid of you" she laughs

We all hug in a circle and pray the Our Father in Portuguese and I then quickly grab my hand luggage and speed walk towards my terminal waving back at them

Finally comfortable in my window seat I plug my black beats into my black iPhone and listen to some music while waiting for the plane engines to start

Goodbye SA, Barcelona here I come.

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So this is my first chapter of my first fanfic and I hope it's alright, please comment or like, all criticism is welcomed! xx