In 2018, Freya Nightingale was poised to be the next big then in World Football, but three days before she was to join one of the biggest clubs in Europe, she vanished.
What will happen when Freya re-appears?
"Watcha doin?" I hear my girlfriend say then I feel fingers in my hair.
"I found the last picture Caroline ever sent me." I say as I look at the picture of my childhood best friend.
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"Do you need something?" I question as I look up at my girlfriend.
"We're about to leave." Raven says.
"Mokay." I mumble then I grab my wallet, stand up, and follow Raven downstairs.
Once downstairs I follow Raven out to the team bus then I get on with my girlfriend and sit in our row.
"The Four idiots better listen to instructions or this'll be a very bad day." I mumble as I relax with Raven.
"I don't know how they got this approved." Raven says.
"The Four idiots bitched to US Soccer and said we needed weapons training." I say.
Today's our off-day in Phoenix and we're going to a gun range.
Each camp we draw a few names out of a hat and they get to choose a team bonding activity for us to do.
Kelley, Lindsey, Sonnett, and Mal where chosen for today and for some reason they chose this shit.
The gun range were going to is supposed to be a gun range version of Top Golf.
What a fucking dumb idea.
"And US Soccer says you gotta keep Carli Lloyd's best friend happy." I say as we start our drive to the gun range. "Otherwise all hell will break loose."
Raven stifles a laugh then she rests her head on my shoulder.
"Did I ever tell you about how Lindsey tried to take the number 10 shirt off me once Carli got kicked off the team?" Raven whispers.
"You didn't." I say.
"Well after Carli got kicked off back in 2020, Lindsey tried to tell me that Carli would want her to wear number 10 to keep the legacy of that number going." Raven says.
"Legacy of being a cunt maybe." I mumble making Raven chuckle.
"I told Lindsey that that's not how choosing our kit numbers works then she went and tried to bitch to Cairo." Raven whispers. "Cairo reiterated that kit numbers are chosen by cap number seniority and since I had the higher number of caps I would get to choose my kit number first."
"I guess privilege dies hard." I mumble.
"Mhmm." Raven says then we relax in silence.
Eventually we make it to the gun range then everyone gets off the bus and heads into the gun range.
"This may be the dumbest idea for a buisness I've ever seen." I mumble then I follow the group over towards the gun range we're going to be shooting in.
Once we're in our 6 lane gun range, our guide lady just fucks off.
"Is she serious?" I question.
Everyone looks at the door that the guide lady just walked out of then they look at me
"Alright I guess I can take over." I say as I notice there are a lot of guns laid out for people to try.
This is such a bad idea.
"Azura if you'd come up here." I say as I stand in front of the team.
Azura stands next to me then she and I look at the team.
"Rule number one." I say. "If any of you point a gun anywhere that is not the target you're shooting at then Azura gets to punch you as hard as she can."
"Ooh." Someone says.
"Guns aren't fucking toys." I say. "This isn't some thing you can do where if you mess up then someone's window gets fucked up or you whiff and fall on your ass."
We really should not be doing this.
"When someone messes up people die." I say.
"You need therapy." Sonnett says.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" Phallon questions.
"What I need is for you to shut the fuck and let me get on with this so everyone can be safe." I say.
"Yeah you really need therapy." Kelley says.
"Kelley just shut the fuck up." Jaelin says.
"Therapy's fucking stupid." I say. "Why would I spill my guts to a random person who after our fifty minutes is up doesn't give a flying fuck about me? Why would I pay someone to get my feelings out?"
I've never understood Therapy.
"The therapist only fucking cares about you because you're paying her too." I say. "They don't know what I've been through in my life or the shit I've seen so what the fuck can they tell me about my trauma?"
I hate that the four idiots always get me worked up.
"All the therapist will do is blame my trauma on my dad and they'd be right." I say. "But I already fucking know my Dad's the reason I am who I am so why the fuck do I need to pay someone to diagnose my tears?"
I'm definitely saying no to the World Cup Roster if the four idiots are on our roster.
"They're gonna tell me it's my dad's fault that I saw a dead body when I was 12 years old? Or maybe they'll tell me it's my dad's fault I become an alcoholic at 14." I say. "Well no fucking shit Sherlock."
"Okay..." Ash says.
"Shut up Ashlyn." Emma says then I look at Cairo.
"Do we have to be here?"
"I would say yes since this is what the four ladies chose to do." Cairo says. "But given how shitty this place is run I think it's not safe to be here."
"This gun looks older than me." Trinity says then I see her look at an old pistol.
"That's cause it's from 1849." I say. "Why would they put a million dollar gun out for people to use?"
"Better question is who pays a million dollars for a gun?" Ashley Sanchez asks.
