A boy from Zeeland and Arriving Late

[Thunfish 72]

The weather poured at Mexico City as the young Sunrise dashed through the streets to arrive in time for training.

Like his teammates, Sunrise seemed to be a slow developer himself, his skills still somewhat rough.

Unlike others, however, he had to deal with school still, and often had to juggle between the two.

 

Stonebridge: Sunrise. Arrived late again, eh?

 

The Dutch boy sighed, realizing he had been caught by the team's current best player late.

Again.

For the second week in a row.

 

Stonebridge: You know the boss isn't going to like that, right?

Sunrise: Yeah, it's understandable. I don't know how you all manage this life. Makes me miss the farm life.

Stonebridge: Was it that good for you to be missing it? Doesn't seem all that good to be moaning about.

Sunrise: It was far easier. Wake up at 5, take the early bus to Middelburg for school with the other twenty kids, attend class, have lunch downtown, take the first bus back home, help in the farm, study, have dinner, go to bed. Wasn't always in that order, but it was usually like that. I want to play hockey for a living but as you can imagine, the jump between living in my own little

piece of nowhere to this is a bit overwhelming. Well. That and not having to speak in Spanish, that language is crazy tough.

 

A staff member that worked as a translator perked his head from another room.

 

Staff: It's not bad, amigo! It's better than those shots you missed the other day.

Sunrise: Well, I got six assists, did I not?

Stonebridge: Assists aren't goals.

Sunrise: Well, they lead to goals, don't they? Any goal's a goal.

Staff: I don't know if you said what you meant to say. Also, the boss wants to speak with you.

 

Sunrise's face went green, the realization that he would probably get another earful hit him like a sack of bricks.

 

Sunrise: Yeah, uh... I'll see you all later.

 

He said, waving as he tried to flee through a window. Not too long later, they could see him being dragged to the main office by a hulking man, both being wet from the rain outside.

 

Sunrise: You lot better not say a bloody thing!

 

Hours later, Sunrise was stuck trying to shoot a massive pile of shots at an open net, grumbling in Dutch.

Eventually, he saw the staff member on the corner of his eye earlier, watching him.

 

Sunrise: Hey, what's the issue?

Staff: Nothing big. Just thought you'd want some help with Spanish after this.

Sunrise: I could use the help, yeah. I have an exam in a couple of weeks and I can't figure heads or butts from your language, no offense.

Staff: It's understandable. The gap between English - or rather, Dutch - to Spanish is too large to be comfortable.

Sunrise: Yeah, that I can tell.

Staff: Which is why I'm going to have you befriend my kids.

 

The Dutch found himself stopping suddenly.

 

Sunrise: Say what?

[Hank 67]

Good overall article. Pretty interesting read, and used italics and bolding. Maybe add a picture if possible, but great overall!

8.75/10