I really didn?t know how to fill the skeam, so I just write short here what I can fill! 
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The story is written by me (PrincesaSandraxb) and all of the things in it is fiction! (: . It dosen't have any title because I suck at giving titles . If there?s a lot of faults in the story it is because I wrote it between 2 and 3 a.m. couldn?t sleep before I wrote it down (: . It's a short story and there isen't gonna continue ! . Enjoy (:She couldn?t remember anything from that night, all she knew was that her and some friends got a bit too much and ended up with some guys. She remembered that he was a footballer, a big star. She also remembered going from the club with him, but that?s all. She didn?t remember who he was or anything he told her. But he was with her ? she was pregnant!
Her mother didn?t like it, actually she freaked out and begged her to move out when she told her. Her dad was drunk like always, and all he said was ?huh??.
After being kicked out, she lived with a friend, tried too keep up her studies. She didn?t had any money, and no one wanted to hire her at a job, her friend didn?t mind she lived there for free, but she felt uncomfortable living their, with out paying for mad and accommodation. She moved into a small apartment in one of the worst neighbourhood in Madrid, but she could afford it, because she?d earned a bit money as a prostitute.
She finished her studies when she was in 8th month of her pregnancy. She had finally got a job, the salary weren?t high, but enough so that she could pay the bills and her daily groceries. She was all alone, or almost, she had the baby!
The end of her pregnancy came and she gave birth to a lovely little beautiful babyboy, with those lively brown eyes and curly black hair. He was healthy and she took him home with her. She wrote to her parents that they now where grandparents and if they wanted, she could come visit them, showing them the little babyboy. The letter returned, unopened.
It was hard for her getting it all to go smooth around, all the baby stuff she had to buy, the bills she had to pay, the salary to the nanny for watching Santiago when she was at work, but she made it go around. Sometimes she didn?t eat for days because Santiago needed diapers or new clothes. But she didn?t care, he was her world, she loved him more than anything else!
Soon the time came where Santiago begin to walk, and before she knew it he was running around during tricks with his little Real Madrid ball a friend of her bought him. When he learned some new tricks he always ran straight to her saying ?Ma, mirar!? and she looked.
She saw it from the beginning, he was gifted. He was a natural talent at football. And when he got the right age, she signed him up in a club. Football was his life from he was four, she didn?t told him about his father, she didn?t told him he SHOULD play football. The only thing she told him was never to give up, and how much she loved him!
Every match he played, she was standing on the sideline, looking proud at him. He never asked for anything, but she always bought him the best, only that was good enough for him, even though he said she should spend the money at herself, she didn?t listen. She could se his talent and it weren?t long before others saw it as well.
Santiago grow older, becoming better and better at football. He was handsome, a heartbreaker, every girl ran after him, but he didn?t care. Football was his life.
She always supported him, how could she do otherwise? She could feel he was something special, and she knew he could do anything he wanted to.
She got a chock on Santiagos fifteen year birthday. A man in a suit knocked on the door, wanted to speak with her and Santiago. He came from Real Madrid, they have been watching him playing. Topscore five seasons straight weren?t something anyone could ignore.
She was so proud. Her son, her little babyboy got a contract with mighty Real Madrid. He soon moved up in the teams, ended as topscore on every team, every goal he scored; he dedicated it to his mother. And she was so proud!
They moved to a bigger and better house in one of Madrid?s finest neighbourhoods, Santiagos salary paid it. She didn?t have to work anymore, she was spending all her time with Santiago, as she wanted to from his birth, but never had the opportunity to. They both loved it!
She looked proud at the training ground as Santiago made it to the first team. He was one of the most talented forwards ever, so the newspapers said. She toughed they for once were right. She knew he was going to be one of the best players in the world.
After a while she became sick, really sick. She got aggressive cancer in the brain. The doctors found out to late and said that none of their treatment could help. She died after a few months, thinking that even though she died too early, she got the greatest life she could ever wish.
Santiago was devastating with her dead. He was so sad he didn?t eat for days, didn?t concentrate on his football, he been moved back to the reserves, but after her dead, he didn?t care at all.
He became kind of a partyboy, going to parties every week after the match, a new girl at every party. He couldn?t let go of the pain, didn?t know how to tackle it, so he just kept on going to parties, kept on getting new girls. Until one day, he met a girl, she was something special, she did something to him, maked him feel better, she touched her heart, helped him get rid of the pain. He found his soulmate. Even though they we?re only eighteen, they got married.
After she came into his life he pulled together, stopped going to parties and started being that husband and football player he really wanted to be. For second time he made it to the first team. His wife were so proud, the night he got his second debut she told him that he was going to be a father.
He was so nervous, his ?first? training session with Real Madrids first team. He stepped out at the training ground as their coach called them together, putted them in pairs. Waiting for his partner he turned around, walking directly into a 100% copy of him self, just a older version. There were no doubt from the moment their eyes met ? father and son looked each other deep in the eyes, finally meeting.
He had the ball, it was only him and the goalkeeper. He tried to go right, but the goalkeeper read him like an open book. The sweat was running down his forehead. He jumped over the ball, puffed up in the air and kicked it right in the left side of the goal. The fans were going crazy, screaming, crying and just singing his name out loud. He scored the goal, that send the Champions League trophy to Real Madrid. 1 ? 0. Goal score: Him.
He maked a cross in front of his chest, kissed his fingers and pointed to the skies.
Eu te amo ma?!
