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It was pathetically easy, to get into Southview middle school soccer team.
All, Prince had to do was show up for practice and complete a number of drills and see how well he fit in with the team dynamics.
People start noticing your were different, when you don't sweat after an hour of what was supposed to be intense exercise, but luckily for him, they thought his abilities were simply that much higher, not that he was fiscally unable to sweat.
And once he got on the team, his parents were more than happy to take him out shopping for his new schools soccer uniform, which was mostly blue with red stripes, a tiny logo with the name 'Sounthview' displayed proudly at the center of his chest.
The classes at Southview Middle school, were really boring but luckily nobody, was against you kicking a soccer ball around at break or lunch, the atmosphere around the school was that of 'were rich so we don't worry about anything' kind of vibe.
The kind of vibe that would irritate anybody who didn't have as deep pockets as they did or remembered that they once had to survive on pot noodles for a month just to make ends meet, and most of the student tended to look down on him, since he wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth but had been adopted into their lifestyle.
In the end he managed to make two friends, who were some of the few who saw passed what his past was like and genuine wanted to be friend, they also seemed to be amazed by the mere idea of eating chocolate from a wrapper and riding a bike to school, instead of a limousine.
You know poor people stuff.
Eventually other's students began to get used to the idea of having somebody like him, around who wasn't born into money like them and treated him like a normal peer, so eventually his group of friends increased from two guys.
Something that made his parents happy, since they were worried that he wouldn't fit in and were already prepared to transfer him to a public school if things went south.
But at long last, it was his first match.
Southview middle school vs Glenglen middle school.
It was 2 to Glenglen and 1 to Southview.
The coach had decided to put him in.
Ch 2: The Three years, the Prince played.
5 minutes.
The game lasted five minutes after he was put in.
And why was it so short, you may ask?
The other team had lost their drive to go on.
Five minutes, was all he needed to crush their drive and their happiness of having a one point lead.
He had turned 1 for Southview to 5, in five minutes, each minute he scored a point.
He was unstoppable, and before anybody realized it, he was in front of the goal and had already scored another goal.
The goalkeeper for the other team, couldn't even touch the ball, something he was proud off.
Eventually the team threw in the towel and the match ended with 6-2 to Southview middle school, it was their complete win, the path leading to his opponent goal was completely made out of ice.
It was at that moment that his adopted parents had realized just how amazing the child, they had taken in from Japan was, seeing all that ice.
His amazing feat had easily gotten on the front cover of a French soccer magazine for new and promising players this year and his team, had stopped treating him like he was some kind of plague and instead looked at him in some kind of awe.
They thought he was super talented and had be born with this talent, when in reality, he had spent countless nights without sleep, practicing, getting to where he was today.
He worked even harder than everybody else on the team to stay on top.
As a result, he was suddenly treated like some kind of celebrity and his circle of friends grew.
Southview, who wasn't even the favorite of the national tournament but suddenly rocked to the top, with win after win under their belt, before they know it, they were in the finals.
The match only lasted, 15 minutes before their opponent throw in the towel, it was shortest year ever for the world of French middle school soccer, and Southview had been crowned the champions.
Reporters had come and invaded his house, wanting interviews with him, some of them he saw, but most of them, had the guards kick them out before he could lay their eyes on him.
And before he know it, he was in second year, his green tie had turned black and he was no longer a first year.
There was a lot more people who joined the school, to be on the same team as him, apparently he had made quiet an impression for those who were lucky enough to be rich and be one year younger than he was, some even transferred from their middle school to his, just to meet him.
The soccer club was crowded and it was even harder to become a regular, but at least, their numbers would put them at an advantage if any of them were injured in a match.
The coach had made him captain and the new year for French middle school soccer had begun, in their first match, they received a lot more publicity since they were last year's winners and everybody expected them to keep their title.
Nobody was disappointed with the events of that year, if it was even possible the matches were even shorter and ice covered the whole field.
Southview middle school, was once again the winner, two times in the row and more reporters had came and the year ended.
Prince had entered his third year in Middle school, and that meant they all know, once he had graduated, their unstoppable winning streak would lose.
More new people came in to join the soccer club and he was seen as a role model, somebody you admire from far away and never get involved with.
He was viewed as mister perfect, an untouchable human being, so by this point, people were considering if he was an alien in the disguise, by how seemly perfect he was in their eyes.
When in reality, he entertaining the idea of jumping of the building and seeing if he would live or die from the impact or the blood loss.
Through their eyes, his cold looking eyes, supposedly added to his untouchable charm.
And he had once again led his team to victory in the tournament, the teachers at the interview for what he planned to do in high school, suggested he go Pro, since many would have scouted him by now to be on their team if not for his age.
With his skills, in two or three years he could easily go pro.
He merely tilted his head and told the teacher, he would think about it.
Later, he went out with some friends and went to a pizza place before hitting the arcade.
You could tell he was the most popular boy in school from a far and many expected him to get together with the most popular girl in school.
But that never happened.
He was never somebody who caved into peer pressure and he entered high school without some much as looking at a girl differently, not caring about the lies spreading about how he dated the most popular girl in school, only to dump her two days later.
The feeling of being seen as the tallest and more mature out of the school, suddenly became 'cute' and 'small' when he entered his first year in high school, he had almost forgotten that kind of feeling.
Immediately, the high school, soccer club wanted to recruit him at once, once they found out who he was and what kind of record was backing him.
Which led him to be eventually be dragged into joining them for one or two games, even though the games were few, those he was in, always ended with him delivering such a crushing defeat to their opponent.
He had once again done interviews, when the reporters ambushed him at school and had managed to slip pass the guards, he had done it, until the guards showed up to take them away.
He had been invited abroad to play with other promising youths, training them for when they Pro and only a few would represent their countries in the Olympics.
He had spent two weeks there.
His still food still tasted like cardboard no matter what he ate, because not only had his sense of sleep died but also his tastebuds too, it made eating so less enjoyable, to the point he couldn't remember what flavor tasted like.
With his skills, that he had been honed from his lack of sleep, he clearly stood out amongst the rest and he returned as a even bigger monster, than when he left after getting some top notch training.
Teams forfeited once, when they heard, who they were up against by his second year of High school or they wanted to be the one's, to stop his winning streak that had become quite famous in France.
He had never lost a game, and he consider the perfect striker and because of that, he found that the team, as a whole began to relay on him to much.
The team member's had stopped thinking for themselves and just thought 'as long as we pass it to him, well win', they heardly took a shot for themselves anymore.
He had fallen into the trap, that had caused Shawn to be under so much pressure but unlike him, he wouldn't let this break him.
He was stronger than that, and clawed his way out of it, by quitting the team.
Something that had shocked not only the team as a whole but the school as well, and when he was asked why he did it, he merely said, he couldn't stand to be on a team, full of robots, people who couldn't think for themselves.
So instead of going to the soccer practice everyday after school, he went straight home, ignoring the members who came to plead with him to come back.
Because they had relied on him so much, they never had the drive to improve themselves and against those who were driven for the sole purpose of defeating him, the team went from the top of the leaderboard to the very bottom.
The weakness were being revealed one by one and they didn't like it.
He was called a coward, but he didn't care.
They all had to think for themselves, and actually be a team.
This was the year, when his team lost their title but he didn't care.
The next year was no better, and they still came to beg him to come back, by his fifth year, the team had finally gotten their act together and had stopped expecting him to show up and save them.
People cried in the day's following his graduation, he never realized how popular he actually was, into he found several gift baskets on his desk wishing him good luck in life.
Even the soccer team, a team he had long since abandoned had wished him good luck and was sad to see him go.
After graduation, he pretty much floated for two years before somebody remembered he actually existed, and was invited to try out France's Pro international soccer team, by then he was 20 years old.
He was too old to be in the under 18 category so he had to play with the big boy's who had years of experience under their belt.
The selection's for France's pro team was pitiful, and they all seemed to be awed just when he scored a simple goal.
Even play in any match's for quiet a while, didn't mean he had given up on soccer, far from it actually, he still spent the nights and day's, kicking around a soccer ball.
And before he know it, he was wearing a professional pro soccer uniform, it was mostly blue with the companies logo's, who paid to be put on the shirt in yellow.
He was placed in the middle of a gigantic stadium, surrounding him was the biggest crowd he had ever seen in his life, there were thousand of people here.
The noise and the camera's were enough to overwhelm anybody.
It was France vs Japan.
Wait, wasn't Kevin Dragonfly, a Pro soccer player to?
He had completely forgotten that Kevin Dragonfly was here.
But why did the guy have to stare at him so much?
Damn.
So annoying.
And scene!
Next chapter, Kevin is shocked at the appearance of a guy who look's like Shawn Frost, and is even more shocked by the crushing defeat, the mysterious guy deals Japan/