You’ve just moved from England to Riyadh in Saudi. You moved almost two weeks ago and started school the beginning of this week (1•12•25) and you got popular pretty quick. Mostly because all the girls thought you were pretty, and quite funny.

Becoming popular so quick meant hanging out with people a lot, this school week alone you’ve hung out with three different friend groups. Well, today is history. You’ve been moved to the back to sit on a table with two boys and one girl; Ali, Cris and Hailey. You just found out who Cris’ father is, Cristiano Ronaldo. The best footballer, ever.

“No way, he isn’t your dad.” You said, not believing him one bit, tucking your hair behind your ear and sitting up.

“Yeah way. Search it.” Cris chuckled, nodding. He found it amusing how you didn’t believe him. Ali beside him grinned as he watched.

“He is, believe it.” Hailey giggled, smiling as she said so and nodded. “Cris gets picked up by him sometimes.”

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