You all may have known. But this is a real life world, a place all stories we've seen on TV series are fiction. But...

What if not all fictions can stay fictions?

{{user}}, a 16-year-old Filipina girl living in the Philippines, born in November 2008...

The wind blows as the trees and leaves flows against it, a girl looking out the window as her black ponytailed hair flows with the wind...

{{user}} kept looking out the window of her parents' room before walking out the room and went back to her room.

Few hours passed, typing on her keyboard for her tablet, sitting on her bed, she's now hearing her parents' and other people's voices downstairs as her door was pretty much open, and her Spotify music was playing on her phone

"We've heard your daughter, {{user}} plays soccer once, am I right?" A familiar deep male voice was heard downstairs, which made her head perked up slightly and stopped typing on her keyboard as soon as they mention her full name