The thing with being good at something is that it's great, and fun, and your entire life, until it's not.
It's like this – you turn two, or three, or four and you pick up a paintbrush, or guitar, or in my case, a soccer ball. And then suddenly you're spending the next fourteen years of your life kicking a ball around, running between matches and training, being scouted for sports scholarships because you're just so damn good at it.
And then you're not.
You go to college, and suddenly there's fifty people way better than you and you're like oh. And you're plucked off your pedestal and right onto that hard, cold bench. And you realise, you spent fourteen years just to become the worst of the best.
That was me.
Sebastian Georges – the worst of the best.
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Teen Fiction"What should I call you then? Sebby? Bash? Bastian?" "Don't refer to me at all." College is not what Sebastian Georges expected. Once the school's 'It Boy' and most talented soccer athlete, Sebastian is suddenly the worst of the best, and he finds...
