Carlos stayed in silence on the whole way home, listening to Samanta. He knew how badly she needed to vent, the past two weeks had been complete madness. A little bit of everything happened. Starting with the fact that she met one of the most admirable footballers of all time, and not only that, she had a sentimental relationship with him. On top of that, her ex-boyfriend, the man who marked her life, returned. She wondered if Teresa knew about that. If she wasn't, he wouldn't be the one to tell her. That would be another problem to add to the pile. To top it all off, those damn scavengers dug in her trash, bringing back out all that crap Samanta thought was long forgotten.
Thinking of all of this made him feel guilty he confessed. Unwillingly, he had become one of the reasons Samanta was now crying.
«Poor thing. It's been too much for her», he thought.
The taxi stopped in front of Samanta's house, wasting no time, they got off the car.
When they came into the house, Teresa welcomed them, she had a sick leave from a cold. Samanta was surprised to see her and she had to keep her suffering to herself to keep her sister from interrogating them.
“What are you two doing here?” Asked Teresa seeing them from the kitchen door. She was about to have lunch.
“Gordon gave us the day off” lied Carlos.
Teresa frowned.
“Weird! He usually lets you know one day ahead…”
“I'm hungry” said Samanta, interrupting her.
“What are you wearing?” the eldest looked at Samanta from head to toe.
Sam forgot she was still wearing the blue dress Alan gave her. Teresa did not see her leave the night before, she had been out for drinks with her friends. When she came home, she found Samanta sleeping. Or so she thought, seeing a couple pillows covered in blankets on her sister's bed. Samanta did not set all that up to make Teresa think she was sleeping so she could hang out with Alan, but because she wanted to avoid getting tedious texts from her all night asking why she was not home before ten, past her curfew.
“Hmm… smells delicious” commented Carlos, catching Teresa's attention.
“Bacon. You want some?”
Carlos nodded and looked at Sam from the corner of his eye, who was mouthing the words “thank you,” in utter silence.
“By the way” Teresa suddenly faced her sister. “An envelope came in the mail for you. It's on the table.”
“An envelope?” Sam frowned and headed for the living room, trying to figure out what this was about. Carlos followed her.
She took the paper rectangle and proceeded to open it.
“Oh my god!” she muttered.
“What?” Her friend peeked over her shoulder.
“I'm in” Sam's voice became a screech.
“Which one?” he asked.
“See for yourself” she handed over the letter.
*****
STUDENT ADMISSION LETTER
El Cairo, June 18, 2014.
AMERICAN UNIVERSITY OF EL CAIRO
Parcel 8, 74 S
El-Teseen st., NEW CAIRO, Cairo
Government of El Cairo 11835, Egypt
Dear Mrs. Samanta Victoria Andrade Núñez:
We hereby inform you that you that you have been accepted for the International Scholarship Programme for the course of Archaeology in our distinguished Institution, after submitting your application on the past month of April.
In order to claim your spot, you must present yourself in our School Rectory within the next 15 days from the emission of this letter along with the following requirements…
*****
Carlos read the letter and felt very happy for his friend, although a little sad from the fact that she'd be so far away. But, what the hell? Samanta would be making her biggest dream come true. She had been dreaming about this since she was 13, after she watched the movie “The Mummy”. She longed with all her might she were Evelyn Carnahan and meeting her own Rick O’Connell as they venture into the depths of some mysterious pyramid. She met an O’Conell, alright, only he was not what he had pictured.
He turned to face her and held her close.
“Sam! This is amazing. CONGRATULATIONS!” He shouted.
“What's going on? What's with all the screaming?” Teresa looked through the window between the kitchen and the living.
“Sam was admitted to El Cairo” celebrated Carlos.
Teresa let out a scream of joy and left what she was doing to give her little sister a hug.
“Oh! Baby girl! Congratulations!” A few tears rolled down the proud big sister's eyes.
Sam stuck to smiling. Speechless.
She was supposed to be jumping up and down in excitement, celebrating the achievement of something she had fought for so many years. She looked up everything she needed to know to study abroad, fulfilled every requirement, stood in endless lines in order to get the credits and send her application, as an American citizen, she would have a bigger shot at making it into the scholarship programme. She was supposed to be celebrating the fact that all her effort were finally coming to fruition.
However, instead of joy, There was an enormous confusion.
Dominik refused to leave her thoughts.
“Be happy, girl! You've been dreaming about this for most of your life” said Teresa when she noticed Sam acting so dull.
“We need to celebrate this” said Carlos lifting the letter in the air, waving it as though it were a flag.
It was hard for her to think straight, after all the nasty things that had been going on in her life. Of course she should be happy! Finally good news came to her life! But it was hard to ignore the pain of the sadness she was feeling …
«If this is a test, boy, is it tough».
She had heard many times that when people are about to touch the heavens, the devil put the greatest obstacles in their way to make them fall, seduce them and drag them down to hell. Alright, it was just something her father used to say, but he was right.
What if Dominik was a test, an obstacle in her path?
“Excuse me” she said. “I need to be alone.”
And she headed for her bedroom.
She had to think.
His eyes wandered between the clouds in the beautiful American sky. This went on for almost one hour, he was only thinking. The horizon passed before his eyes, and he seemed to not care.Two days went by without hearing from Samanta, that made him very cranky, also, all those tedious norms he had to keep up with to avoid suspension for any additional time.As soon as he arrived to Santa Clara, Friedrich rushed him to the conference hall at the local Hilton, where the German Football Federation along with the team to discuss certain aspects of the players' behavior. Specifically, Dominik. Threats were very clear. Weigand would be suspended for the rest of the season if he committed another fault against the team. Although Friedrich and Ewald tried to mediate between the players and the board, but they still suspended him for a game.That same day he attended the corresponding practice, where he did double the usual workout as long as he could prove Ewald what he could do when it came t
3 days ago.It was 1pm and Samanta was sitting on a couch drinking some iced tea while she stared at the two suit cases sitting by the door. She let out a sigh and put her cup on the table. She took the note she had such a hard time writing last night. Teresa stuck to watching her in silence.Undoubtedly, this was a tough call to make. Although she had made it a long time ago, a variant came into the equation, making her doubt even her own decisions.Her feelings for Dominik were intense, considering the time they had known each other. Things happened too fast, and, although she felt terrible by the way it ended, she did not regret anything. She enjoyed every second of it.“I don't get it” Teresa stood up and walked up to her little sister. “You should be so happy. Yet, you're so sad” she ran her hand through Samanta's brown hair.“I am happy. Very” Sam opened her eyes, faking excitement.“Cut the crap. I heard you last night. You were crying.”“Tears of joy!”“Samanta” Teresa gave he
Dominik turned around feeling defeated. How could a couple plain words make him feel so miserable? It was beyond him how he was still standing, feeling as he was, like he was dying.None the less, there were no tears. No wailing, no complaining. He swallowed his pain like a champion.«It is over», he said to himself. «I lost her forever ».“Dominik” Carlos' voice made him stop and turn back to him.I need him to know I love him and what I am doing is for both our sakes. Can you hand it over to him?Samanta's request replayed in Carlos' mind, almost like she was his consciousness.«The letter». He thought of giving it to him.“What is up?” Inquired Dom.“Good luck on your next game” responded Carlos, deciding not to hand over the letter he got from Samanta.Dominik turned around and walked away from that place that had given him so many memories, and it gave him such a strange feeling. It was almost as if somebody was putting their hand in his chest and squeezed his heart. However, tea
El Cairo, Egypt.Days went by, one after the next and Samanta seemed to have found the peace she so much needed. She took refuge in her history books, between her Latin class and that spectacular world that offered endless opportunities.In just one week, she made a couple of friends, among whom, her roommate, Charlotte, or as Sam called her, Charlie. They got along so well, starting with how talkative Charlotte was, crazy and peculiarly good at ancient languages.Among her new group of friends, there were also Amir and Maher, the Mobarek twins. Amir was a very intelligent and dedicated boy, good-looking, the typical local beauty with deep, green eyes that made Samanta nervous to even look at.To Amir, Samanta was not irrelevant, from the first time he saw her, he noticed her innate innocence, the kind you no longer find in a woman from the New World.On the other side, there was also his sister Maher. Identical twins, but she was his exact opposite. She was care-free, a little absent
“We have here the two teams who have proven to deserve to bring the Cup home” said one of the commentators. “An undefeated Spain who classified as top of their group.”“Without a doubt, a relentless team who have done a great job all throughout this championship” agreed his co-host.“But we also have a Germany who, in spite of the controversy around one of their most outstanding players, has remained favorite.”“And, coming from the premise that this championship represents the consolidation of Dominik Weigand as the only man to ever manage a clubs championship, a European championship and a World Cup on the same year… we are about to witness history being made.”“We have been offered some unforgettable ninety minutes, with ups and downs and lots to see…”“A German team who have been on the offense right off the bat, attacking and pushing a well centered Spanish team, whom have also had their shots to score, but had to stick to the back to play on.”“Anything could happen during this
The whistle marked the end of the game. Dominik was petrified on his spot, looking around, hearing the fans roar. He could not believe it. He made it. He won the cup, actually, the Germany team.“Dominik!” Brauer's voice made him come back to reality. “We made it. We did it.”Dom had to shake his head hard to snap out of it.He put his arms up and gave in to the celebration.Hugs, screams, cheers and lots of joy.He noticed someone was pulling his jersey and dragged him towards a group of players, hugging one another. They were jumping around and cheering to Oe Oe, along with the fans.The whole world was paralyzed, watching them and celebrating their victory.Dominik could not stop smiling remembering all the work he had put into this and seeing it all pay off.In a matter of seconds, he was surrounded by all his team whom hugged him and congratulated him for scoring the victory goal.Hugs everywhere.The Germans could not hold their happiness.Tears rolled everywhere.On the field,
Munich, Germany. Three months later.I've paid my duesTime after time.I've done my sentenceBut committed no crime.And bad mistakesI've made a few.I've had my share of sand kicked in my faceBut I've come through.Dominik opened his eyes and let the song keep playing. For some reason, he enjoyed it this time. He got out of bed slowly, trying not to wake the woman sleeping next to him. He headed for the bathroom, he took a quick shower, brushed his teeth and put on a black sweatshirt, his favorite jogging pants and a pair of black Nike boots, his favorite. He made one of his delicious energy shakes and drank it in one sip.He loved fall in Munich, the colorful landscapes, having to put on a coat to head outside to jog and disconnecting from the world, at least for the hour his session lasted.It had been three months since the Germany team had become world champions and Dominik was enjoying his vacation. The day after he would leave for Stockholm, to meet his sister and the week a
El Cairo, Egypt. One week ago.Days went by. With them, tests came along with the first term evaluations. Samanta was under so much stress and pressure, it started taking its toll on her. In the past few days, she had been eating a lot, sleeping excessively and she still felt exhausted.One night, as she finished studying a few pages from the long questionnaire with every possible question coming in the test the next day, Charlotte was getting ready to sleep.“Turn off the lights and go to bed” she said, almost growling.Sam looked at her from the corner of her eye and could not omit a smile.“I'll turn it off in just a minute” replied Sam while she took a bite off her cinnamon bun.“You shouldn't eat so much” snapped her friend at the same time as she covered her face with her pillow.“What are you saying” Samanta felt irritated.“You're gaining weight” muttered Charlie from her bed.“I'm sorry, I can't help it. I've been getting so hungry lately.”“You should sleep more and eat less
I turned to the man who was talking to me. There was something in that voice that made me evoke a thousand memories. I looked at him carefully for a while, because although his face was very familiar to me, I couldn't place him. I opened my eyes like saucers and my heart stopped for a fraction of a second when I recognized the owner of those green eyes that were looking at me. In front of me was the personification of all my fears, traumas and insecurities. The man who served as a benchmark to compare all the people who came into my life after him. It was a beautiful vision, and at the same time a nightmare come true. “Antoine,” I said his name with difficulty. If the mere memory of him stirred up a lot of emotions in me, can you imagine “what his presence did to me?” The imposing figure of a six-foot-tall man lay before me. His eyes were greener than I remembered them and he had a beautiful smile (the one that brought out a couple of dimples in his cheeks) plastered on his face. He
I shook my head hard to concentrate on my friend's voice. She kept talking, but I stopped listening to her for a moment because I was thinking about Harvey, the gorgeous blond I met two months ago on one of my many girls' outings with Gabrielle, and who I started dating four weeks ago. He was divorced and had two young children. All my life I was reluctant to have anything with a man with children, because my policy was always: If I can buy a new car, ¿why buy a used one? This thought became ingrained in me as a result of living with my stepmother. It's not that our relationship was bad, but I remember a couple of times I tried to make her life miserable, just for fun. I was afraid that divine justice would take its toll on me for those years of rebellion and headaches I'd caused Valerie. But there was something about Harvey that appealed to me so much. He was very direct and upfront. When he approached me, he didn't do it with the typical cliché phrases that all men use to approac
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The car was parked in front of the place h e had been frequenting for the last few days. It was a good place t o dance (he loved t o dance) a n d have a couple of drinks in the company of a pretty woman. h e met Melanie in New York a n d since then she accompanied him o n his tour. That's how h e wanted it, a n d although August didn't need the woman who was willing t o have a good time with him, she was perfect, because she was funny a n d undramatic. (At least it seemed that way at first) I didn't understand how his attitude changed in a matter of three days.He shook his head a n d cleared his mind. I didn't want t o think about that. h e was ready t o celebrate that night h e appeared in the place h e had dreamed of for so many years. For every illusionist, the MGM Grand Garden Arena was a statement that h e was reaching the pinnacle of his career. His parents knew it a n d that i s why they traveled from Scotland t o accompany him. Her little sister couldn't make it o n time beca
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One month after.Dominik glanced at Carlos surreptitiously a n d Carlos nodded, indicating that everything was ready. Charlotte could not suppress the small smile that came from her lips, because she knew perfectly well what was going t o happen next. She was also Weigand's accomplice. Samantha gave her friend a confused a n d questioning look."They say that h e who laughs alone remembers his pranks," she mumbled, poking the blonde's side with a finger.Charlotte laughed out loud."I'm just happy t o have married a wonderful man," the Polish woman commented, scanning her surroundings with her eyes.The garden looked beautiful, decorated in a vintage style with turquoise, white a n d silver decorations. Just two hours ago, Charlotte a n d Carlos had said "Yes, I do", in front of family a n d closest friends. Samantha was the maid of honor, a n d Dominik was the best man. Little Aháva played with some children, sons of some friends of the bride a n d groom."Who would have imagined it
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