The morning was crisp as Izan rode to school, the morning fog wetting his face as it brushed against it.
Getting to school, the familiar scene that he had been facing for a while now greeted him.
The usual crowd at the gates, clamouring for autographs and selfies. Izan got down and fulfilled their wishes.
With a polite smile and a few quick signatures, he waved them off, promising more after school. Mr. Ramos, the ever-reliable security guard, gave him a nod.
"Copa del Rey game tomorrow, eh? I don't think you'll play or will you?" Ramos said.
"No, Not for me this time," Izan replied, chuckling. "I'm being rested. Sosa's got the spotlight." Izan said after locking his bike before walking away.
Inside, the day passed in a blur of lessons and laughter. Izan and SoSa found themselves paired for a history project, an assignment that quickly turned into football banter.
