Football Frontier International Youth (Fanfic)

Football Frontier International- Junior High League

“Football has reached a great international popularity. Ever since the so called alien attack in Japan, youths all around the world are interested in playing the ball sport, in which two teams, consisting of eleven players, try to score as much goals as possible and-”
He shut of the TV and silence filled the room.
“Hey, Beat, I wanted to see that!”, Jazz complained. He sat in the armchair, fixing his hat.
“We’re already late Jazz. Besides, it’s not that we don’t know the rules”, he answered, stood up and threw a short gaze to his friend. The midfielder didn’t look that enthusiastic. Okay, he never did.
Jazz sighed, laid back and jumped on his feet.
“Okay, okay, don’t look at me like that!”, he grinned cheekily. Jazz stretched his arms in the air, yawned and went on.
“Whatssup, Captain? Come on!” He looked back to him and laughed. “Or we will be late!”

When they came to the training field, there was already quite a ruckus. They all stand in a tight crowd around Coach Charston, the tall woman with lilac hair, who tried to bring them to silence. Beat raised an eyebrow. They normally listened to what Coach had to say. Oddly enough, even Largo and Techno discussed loudly with their teammates.
“Guys, calm down!”, he shouted a bit helpless. They didn’t notice him and Jazz at all.
“I guess there is only one thing to do…”, Jazz grinned mischievously and nodded to Gaby, who chatted loudly and in an excited way with Robyn and Chandi.
“Gabriella?” Beat stood just next to her, but the blonde didn’t react. She was so into gossiping with Largos little sister, that she didn’t notice the Captain.
“Gabriella? Hey, Gaby!”, he tried it again. No reaction, Chandi smiled at him resigning, then said to Gaby:“ Sweety, he’s talking with you!”
The Manager stopped chatting for a moment, looking at her friend with a curious expression on her face, then noticed Beat.
“Oh, hey. Sorry ‘bout that”, she grinned. “What’s up, Captain?”
“Could you please make them shut up? They just don’t listen to me”, he explained, nodding to the crowed of loudly talking boys and girls. Gaby raised an eyebrow, laughed loudly and then turned around to them. She put her fingers into her mouth and whistled acutely. Beat, Jazz, Chandi and Robyn covered their ears just in time, the others stopped talking, but shouted in pain.
When the noise stopped, they all had silenced.
“Here you go”, Gaby smirked. “Unbelievable that you can’t even draw your team’s attention on you.”
Beat mumbled a short thanks, then turned around to the others.
“Coach, what has happened?”, he asked Charston, who looked a bit relieved.
“You don’t know it?”, Dim asked him. Beat shock his head. What should he know? He was getting a bit nervous.
Sonata came to his side, a letter in her hand. “Look at that”. She whispered smiling. Beat took the piece of paper, stretching it so he could read it. His eyes moved over the text, typed by a computer, and the longer he read, this wider he opened his eyes.
“No way!”, he mumbled when he was finished. Jazz bowed over his shoulder, which wasn’t that easy since he was a bit smaller than his Captain.
“Hey, Beat, what’s written in this letter?” Jazz began to become inpatient.
Even paler than normally, Beat turned around. He mumbled words without any connection, pointing at the letter.
“Oh, come on!”, Jazz shouted angrily and took the paper away from his Captain, reading it out loudly:

Dear Mrs Charston,
We are happy to notify you that, due to your team’s first rank place in the South American National Youth League, you have been chosen to participate in the first Football Frontier International Youth, an event on which National Football Associations all around the world have decided on.  Just like the Football Frontier International, this competition will take place on Liocott Island.
The Team of Rhythm High will compete in this event alongside many other colleges from Europe, Africa, Oceania and of course South- and North America. North America will be part in South and North, your team will represent the South.
 
You and your team have five weeks from now to train, your flight to Liocott will be on the 3rd of July. You’ll be living in a dorm, everything will be paid by us.

Please notify us, if you don’t wish to compete in the FFIY, so the second ranked team will be able to participate.
Sincerely,
Thomason Glace (Representative Director of the American Football Association)

“What the…”, Jazz whispered shocked. He changed a gaze with Beat, who looked just as confused as he was.
“Coach, what does that mean?”, Beat asked Charston.
The woman smirked:” I guess that means we are going on a trip, Beat.”
“We’re really participating?”, Reggae asked a bit shocked.
“Coach! It would be us against the whole world!”, Blues complained, making a face. “We would never be able to win that!”
“How do you know?”, Jay asked. “You’re way to pessimistic, Blues!” She punched him lightly against the shoulder. Blues screwed his facem looking a bit scared.  
“Well, we are the best in South America after all…”, Techno said. The others kept quiet but looked at Beat and Charston curiously.
“What do you mean, Beat?”, the Coach asked him. The blue haired boy raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t know”, he said after a while. “Of course it would be a great chance… But what about school?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. I bet the chairman will say exactly what I think”, Charston smiled.
“Come on Beat!”, Arietta said. She walked over, jumping in front of him all the time. “That’s so exciting! I mean, we’re going to meet lots and lots of people! This will be sooooo funny!”
The others looked at him, with mixed emotions in their faces. Blues still seemed unhappy about it, but all the others were either excited or curious. Beat sighed.
“Do you think we would stand a chance, Coach?”, he asked.
“I don’t know.”, she replied honestly. “But I guess… You won’t know if you don’t try.”
“Well… She got a point”, Jazz said.
“Okay then”, Beat mumbeled, looking in everyone’s faces. “Time to face it, guys.”
“So you mean-“, Arietta’s eyes sparkled.
“Oh, please… Don’t tell me you really want…”, Blues screwed his face.
“Yes, I do”, Beat smiled. “We’re going to the Football Frontier International Youth!”