Twenty-nine~

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"I hate my life.. I hate myself.. I wanna go back home.. I hate Ego, I hate Noa. I hate Julian. I hate Chris. I hate Lavinho. I hate Marc. I HATE EVERYONE-"

Seems like all of the time Ive spent in this prison was getting to me.

Game after game, after game. I just completely lost myself.

Is this how true footballers feel like?-

I mean my old team was winning every single game thankfully...

Until I remembered a certain german.

... anyways-

I kept being chosen for every losing team.

And not gonna lie I blame myself for those losts

Im playing at my actual worst-

Not even the coaches could encourage me

And now it was Bastard Munchen vs PXG..

I was about to lose it-

All of the coaches were looking at me after my previous tantrum

"Does she need a therapist?" Marc looked at me worriedly

"She just needs to drink Chris Water! Now at a promotion of buy one get one fre-"

I threw a ball at Chris and sulked in my draining mentality

I was not a-o-kay.

"Greetings. Coaches and (Name)." A hologram of Ego appeared

I was on the verge of dying. This man has ruined my life

...

I mean I technically was the one who ruined my own life but I GOTTA BLAME IT ON EGO!!

Never ma fault lol.

"Since our dear (Name) has been slowly losing her dear mind. Why dont we send her out for a small trip?"

'Waa.. did he say..'

'Am I hearing correctly..'

"I'd say its a good idea." Julian nodded

"What are your thoughts, Noel Noa?" Ego then glanced over to Noa

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