Nothing is Impossible

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Nothing is impossible

‘It’s impossible!’ exclaimed Sarah after he saw a French newspaper with a picture of me on it. It was a very strange photograph, in which I appeared playing football and wearing football clothes.  

I had no words to describe the situation. There was a picture of myself playing football in the French city of Lyon.

‘Is that you?’ asked Sarah.

‘Of course not,’ I answered. Then I started thinking about it; I had just arrived in France for the first time in my life, I hated football and I had just seen a picture of myself playing football in a French newspaper.

‘That is so awesome! They say that you are the best football player in the country,’

‘No I am not, I hate football remember?’ I stopped to think about it and then I continued ‘That must be another boy that looks like me, it is just a coincidence. Lets go, our plane to London is about to depart.’ I had just realized how late it was. Our plane back to London was going to depart in around ten minutes.  

We were going back to London after having a marvellous holiday in Spain. Our flight was from Malaga to Paris and then to London, as it was the cheapest flight Sarah had found. We had just finished our GCSEs, and in order to celebrate this we decided to go to Malaga for a week.

It was a cold night of September, when we arrived to London. It was foggy and raining just as usual. It was all as when I had left, nothing new had appeared. I could not see any changes in the city. As always, there was a horrible smell of pollution and loud noises were coming from the airport. Once I had arrived home, I could smell delicious food my mum had prepared. However, I was too tired to eat and to talk to my parents about my holidays and decided to go to bed trying to forget about that photograph in the French newspaper.

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The first day of school quickly arrived, I was about to start my AS levels. The school was now different. There were new people I had never seen before, there was a new smell to burnt food and there were no sounds, making the hallways a very scary place. Most of my friends had left to go to colleges and other schools, including Sarah who attended to a very selective girl’s boarding school in Scotland. Now I felt alone. In lunch I had no one to sit with as I didn’t talk with any members of my class. There were ...

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