-Your POV-
After I was done and Mal had gotten into the shower, I started to get dressed.
How do you dress for a dinner at a camp?
I decided to go with a black nike t-shirt and some black and white exercise shorts. I grabbed a pair of white nike shoes and pulled them over my black socks.
I heard the shower stop. Mal is pretty cute, even though she's about 5 years younger than me. She walked over to her side of the cabin in a towel, smirking at me.
I think I'm going to like it here.
"Guys, come on! Dinner's ready!" Kelley yelled from outside the cabin door.
"Coming!" I yelled to Kelley. I ran to the door and opened it.
"Where's Mal?" she asked.
"Still getting ready." I replied. Kelley shrugged and grabbed my hand. I smiled lightly.
"Well if she wants to eat before everything's gone she better hurry. Come on let's go." she pulled me.
We walked over to a huge building made of logs. Above the door there was a sign that reads "Cafeteria".
Kelley opened the door and I was immediately slapped in the face by the smell of fried foods.
Great. America and their fried things.
The tables were long, like the ones you see in a school.
Kelley and I walked over to the line. I felt like a child again. Kelley finally let go of my hand, but only to talk to Tobin.
"So tell us about you French Toast." Alex Morgan commanded.
"Um...like what?" I asked.
"Like your story." Alex suggested.
"Oh, well..." I said. I try to remember what I've practiced to say for the past years.
Fuck, how can you forget you dumbass?
Everybody stops talking so they can here me. I can't remember anything, so I just tell the most truth.
"I was born and raised in Paris. My mom was diagnosed with cancer when I was 8, and passed away when I was 9. I knew I was different from a lot of girls when I was very young, and told my dad. He told me I was an abomination and sent me here to live with my aunt when I was 10." I said. People looked at me with pity. I hated that.
"I've played soccer since I was 4. It was the only thing that kept me alive. Living without my mom was the hardest thing for me. I spent all of my time on the field to forget. Instead of going to games or school things, I played soccer. I woke up at 4 in the morning to play and then took a shower and went to school at 7. After school I went to the field and stayed until 8. I got a full ride to UCLA, and played there while I went to college. And now I play for Kansas City FC, and I'm here." I ended. People were speechless, which was very uncomfortable for me.
It felt nice to tell the truth, although I left out a small part. I didn't think "Also I'm secretly a mole for France and I'm here to exploit all of you." sounded right.