It started with a dream

This is the story of a 16 year old girl called India, she lives in Portugal with her mum and her brother Alex, her dad used to be solder but he died in combat.
Her life is quite calm, until the day she received a letter from the olympic comity, and she is invited to participate at the 2012 olympic games.
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8. "New house"

i grabbed the key from Joe's hand and ran to the door, i heard the little woman who gave us the key, laugh from my reaction but i just ignored it, it was freezing cold and all i wanted was a soft bed or couch to lay on....

i opened the door and before i could give one steep, i felt some big hands pulling me back and saw Alex getting in.

-what the hell?! - i asked facing him, he smiled at me with his evil look and pointed to the couch.

-do you want it? -he asked and we kept on facing each other - lets race to it - he said not even waiting for an answer, he was going down!!! i can't believe my brother is so stupid that he would dare ME, the girl who runs every morning for has long as she can and who has just arrived to the olympic village, this race is piece a cake!

-lets do it! - we got next to each other, with our bags on the meddle of the floor and after facing each other we started to count - one - i faced the couch, my objective - two - was i really thinking that the couch is my gold?! i have bed for crying out loud! - three - we booth said at the same time and raced to the couch.

i was a few steps ahead from Alex but from one moment to the other i was sat on the floor with my butt hurting like hell and he was just lying down on the couch with his STUPID face... how can he be my BROTHER!?!?!?

-what are you doing on the floor? - Joe asked while coming in and closing the front door.

-oh, you know! i just looked at the floor and thought, why the couch when i have the floor? - i asked sarcastically and getting up on my feet.

-your so weird... - he said walking away and leaving me just standing there, why is everyone against me?! 

i looked to my lazy bother and without thinking twice i threw myself on top of my, he yelled under me and grabbed his "lower" parts, ha ha ha! i finally won!!!

he gave a deathly stare and less than a second i was with all my bags and things in my room, with my door close of course. i looked around and smiled at my new room, everything was white and blue, not exactly how i would pick my room but it was so awesome! so olympic!!! ha ha ha i must admit i'm a bit weird some times....

i started to take my things from the bag and into the closet and at the end laid on the bed facing the sealing, how would it be, the moment i walked to the court and i saw all those people there? would i freak out? or would i play cool? will they be nice to me? will it be different form school? 

-India! come out here! - i heard Joe's voice yell, i got up and walked to him. what was this? not even please?! but what could i expect? 11 years with him had to lead to this....

-yeah? - i asked sitting dow next to him and Alex on the couch.

-today is the opening ceremony so get you have to wear the clothes which are inside that box, it started at 21 o'clock so we better be there at 19 or something. - my first public appearance...

-try to look good sis, other people are gonna be there - Alex said mocking me.

-i think it is a good idea for you to shut up, other wise your friends  -i said pointing to his lower parts - will suffer - i finished before taking the package to my room and closing the door behind me.

inside the package was a pair of dark brown jeans, a light blue chemise, brown navy shoes, a small red scarf and a chest light brown classic jacket with the portuguese flag over the pocket, it was interesting.... or maybe just horrible! so horrible! how could it be so bad? 

-i'm not gonna wear this.... - i said to my self while i placed the clothes back inside the package, laid back on my back and slowly felt asleep. i'm not gonna wear that i tough before everything went black...

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