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Intro
She liked day-dreaming, she could perfectly describe it as one of her hobbies. She enjoyed doing it, dreaming…-nice things of course- because it was hurtless and pleasant not to mention priceless. But, there was a price to pay for the way SHE day-dreamt. A price to pay in real life, not in your dreams.
Every night, when she went to bed, before falling asleep she would shut her eyes and imagine her perfect life, a life very unlike hers. A happy life, taking into consideration her ideas of a happy life. Every single night, even in those when she was desperate to get some real sleep, she saved a little moment for day-dreaming. She played a kind of movie inside her head, a movie with a perfect ending. If her movie ever had an ending. No, it was endless, enjoyable and as unrealest as you could think of.
Her day was normal, she only night-dreamt. But when she was bored at work or school, she concluded her fantasies from where she had cut off to sleep the previous night.
Dreaming had become her life. Whenever she could she would just look into nowhere and start imagining things. Until she was brought back to reality by someone else.
”Julie! C´mon look awake, there are costumers here, you know?” Her boss called, waving her heand in front of Julie´s eyes.
“Oh-yeah..right” She groaned, and with a fake smile plastered in her bored face, she attended the costumers. Maybe, it was because her real life was so boring that she could do nothing else than imagine another one. A fun one. Everyday it wa the same routine; get up, go to college, eat, go to work, then back to her house, feed her cat, watch t.v for 15 minutes, study, have dinner and then go to sleep again, to do the same thing the following day. That routine had been fun at first, when she had just left her parents house to “start a life of her own” but when it had repeated itself for not even 10 times it had gotten boring.
What was she going to do after finishing college? Probably study some more to keep on working, then marry some guy with whom she would have 4 children and fight for the rest of her life. That was going to be fun alright. She couldn´t wait.
How could she survive all this without stressing out even more? Day-dreaming, night-dreaming, just dreaming.
She had already created 13 ways. 13 ways of how she and her “crush” could meet, and then live happily ever after. Well, just so you have an idea of how unreal her fantasies were: she became a famous actress, singer, dancer, writer, most important GreenPeace member, resuming: Mrs. Exclusive, and winning his heart. She was shopping in a mall and accidentally bumped into him and fell in love with each other instantly. She was just a normal fangirl who attended one of his games and he would spot her from the pitch in the stands and had fallen in love with her at “first sight”. And many others.
And who was to blame for causing all these fantasies? A stupid, worthless footballer. Of course, she didn´t know that. ´Cause in her perfect world she wouldn´t make Cristiano Ronaldo have the appearance or personality of a stupid and worthless person. ´Cause, he didn´t already have that apperance in the real world. Why create it if the only thing she felt towards him was what she called “love”?
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Julie scribbled desperately in a little notebook, trying to write everything her ears heard.
After finishing scribbling, she sat in her living-room couch, breathing fastly and staring avidly at the notebook. If she won, she would go to England! She would see for the first time in her life Ronaldo in person!