September 19, 2008 7:00 am
Santa Barbra, California: Earth
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▫️Soren

Weeks and weeks followed with nothing interesting from school.

I woke up. Road the bus to school. Went to classes or sat in the lunch room during free periods. I ate alone. Then I stole some extra food, old habits die hard. I attend the last of my classes then I ride back to the mall. I do these same things day after day after day...

"You should really get involved." Vestry tells me one day. "With the new school split, you have so many opportunities."

"Like what?" I grumble.

"Try out for a team. Get involved with some club. Just do something."

"Seriously, have you met me?"

"Just give it a shot. If you're going to be stuck here forever you should at least enjoy it."

Vestry did have a point. So that Friday I went with my friend Ames to try out for the football team. I have seen the football players around school a lot and if someone that stupid can do something so simple, I can too.

Turns out shorter boys don't tend to do well in the physical part of football. That made me an easy target for the jocks to pick on. I went home with a bunch of grass cuts, bruises, and a concussion. That night Vestry helped me rub medication on all the injuries.

"Maybe try something that suits you athletically." Vestry suggests as he rubs cream on my back.

"Like what?" I groan.

"Track? They just run, and don't try and hurt each other."

The next day I tried out for the track team. The track we were required to run was ten miles long. I passed out halfway through that and missed the rest of tryouts. Surprise, surprise, I didn't make that team.

"What about rugby?" Vestry suggests.

"That's the same thing as football." I moan.

The next week I gave tennis a try, little did I know how fast that ball could travel. I failed at that sport. I felt like a cat getting squirted with water; I jumped around the court, praying that I wouldn't get hit.

Vestry brought me an ice cream sundae to comfort me from my fear of the ball. "Baseball doesn't require you to run and hit the ball at the same time." Vestry comments as he wrapped my bruised wrist from tennis tryouts. I don't give a reply since that little ball still haunts me in my dreams...

But the next week I did do better at baseball, but I still wasn't good enough to make the team. I got the same results and injuries to this one

"You could try soccer?" Vestry suggests.

"Soccer is for wimps," I complain.

"Your point is?" Vestry laughed and I rolled my eyes. How dare he make fun of me. Long story short, I ended up trying out for soccer. Turns out I cannot run that well in grass, so I tripped and got a face full of dog poo. Vestry wiped the stains off my face at the end of the day.

That concluded my first term of school. A season of nothing but disasters and just short of dying.

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"Let's move out of the sports and into the arts," Vestry suggests after school one day. "There must be something you like."

"Vestry, I have tried every team, every club. I am just not a jack of all traits. I am a master of none." I complain as I rewrap my wrist.

"At least your not a master of one, like Luke is," Vestry laughs.

"Not helping," I roll my eyes. I hate being compared to Luke. I think everyone hates being compared to Luke. Luke is just so awesome, nobody likes it.

Vestry placed a straw in a smoothie then slid across the drink across the counter. It was bright pink and had a fancy turquoise umbrella on top. It totally suits the occasion.

"What is this?" I eye him.

"Strawberry-Pina colada." Vestry talked to me as he wipes down some dishes. "You will love it, give it a try."

"Why is it pink?" I ask.

"Strawberries." Vestry said as he starts to clean a few cups.

"Do guys drink this?" I eyed him and the smoothie.

"Nope," Vestry smirks.

"Then why do you want me to?" I argue since one thing I hate is being compared to a woman.

"Just try it," Vestry snaps at me.

I roll my eyes as I take a sip. I thought I could feel every girl in the club laughing at me. A guy consuming a pink beverage, Vestry might as well make me play Juliet on stage for the whole school to see. I felt the cold smoothie slide down my throat, and I liked it. I didn't just like it, I loved it. I loved it so much I drank the whole thing before Vestry could turn around.

"So you liked it despite the color?" Vestry asks me.

"No," I lie. I hand him back the glass, keeping the umbrella.

"I know this is a bit of a long shot but you may like it despite the outward appearance."

"What are you trying to tell me through this riddle?" I cross my arms.

"Cheer tryouts are tomorrow." Vestry held out a flyer.

"No." I stand up. "No, no, no! I already get picked on enough and I don't want to be that kid."

"Come on, at least give it a shot, you might like it," Vestry says as he cleans my cup.

"No!" I stamp my foot.

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The next day at school, every time they mutter over the speaker about the cheer tryouts I complain to myself, telling myself over and over, no.

After school, I had to walk by the gym to get out of the school. I stop by the doors. I could hear the chatter of the girls inside. My feet move to the door, my brain tells me to leave, my hand opens the door and my heart made we walk inside. The room full of teenage girls went silent as I entered.

"Are you looking for the basketball tryouts?" A blonde girl asks me. "They got switched to the other gym."

"No." I stare ahead with a poker face. "I am here to be a cheerleader." I could feel my face glowing bright red, what was I doing?! I am a freaking IDIOT! These girls probably think I am insane, or a creep, or maybe even both!

"Alrighty!" A hyper brunette girl runs up to me. "Ok! Let's start tryouts girls... and you boy..."

Long story short, I changed into my PE clothing and I learned the dance for the final tryout performance. I was the only guy in the gym, there were thirty beautiful girls and me in one place, the best part was that these girls couldn't run away from me. If you want the girls, I realize, you don't run on a field for them, you join a team where they are required to spend hours upon hours a day with you.

Another long story short... I didn't make that team. I had practically no competition and I still wasn't good enough. Apparently, I must not have had enough peppiness in me, which is strange because a lot of people tell me I am way over dramatic.

"The dance company is doing tryouts for their winter season." Vestry tells me that night. He looked at me to see me staring at the ground and drooping. "Are you okay?"

"I have tried everything." I sniffle as I hold back a few tears. "You are right Vestry. You are always right. I just want to be a part of something!"

"I bet you were an amazing cheerleader." My brother sits down beside me. "Those girls don't know what they had, they are all idiots for not letting you on the team."

"I am an ugly, stupid boy!" I cry. "Why would anybody wat Soren Saggitarius Zodiac on their team! Not even Luke wanted me on his side... I was sent here to Earth because I am nothing."

"Don't be a drama queen." Vestry pats my back and hands me another big bowl of rainbow ice cream.

"I am never as pretty as anyone else at school." I cry and take a bite of the ice cream.

"You're acting like a girl now," Vestry teases me. "Did those cheerleaders spray you with something?"

"I should just give up!" I cry with ice cream frozen to the top of my mouth. "That's what I did on Malison, I gave up. Now I am here."

"No." Vestry wraps his arms around me, forcing me to hug him. "You are perfect just the way you are. Drill tryouts are coming up after dance tryouts. There will always be more opportunities for you to shine in the spotlight just like how you did on Malison."

"Really?" I ask through my tear stains. Usually, I hate people touching me, but right now I just wanted a hug from my brother.

"Yes," Vestry wipes away my tears.

"Thank you." I hug him back.

"I love you, little brother." Vestry squeezes my shoulders.

"I love you too, Vestry." I laugh a bit.

I walked with confidence in the dance company tryouts. I completely failed that when I tried to do the splits and split my pants. Which was super embarrassing. Drill tryouts didn't go that well either, I can only do so many push-ups before falling on my face, and apparently, 25 is my limit,

"What about Colorguard?" Vestry suggests at the end of that week.

"What's Colorguard?" I ask.

"I don't know. But it's something to be a part of." Vestry shrugs and hands me the flier.

Where he gets all these fliers... I have no clue. Nor do I care.

I didn't end up trying out for that. I walked into the room and saw a bunch of girls throwing swords into the air. That cut it for me. If I couldn't do a push-up, then no way can I toss a sword without killing myself and everyone around me. Those people are insane.

The next week at school I walked around from classroom to classroom, searching for something to do. I wandered into the auditorium where I saw a class being held. I sat down in the back to watch for a while, I couldn't quite tell what they were doing. They were on the stage playing games. The bell rang and the students ran down the aisle to get to their next class.

"Excuse me!" I call after one of the girls, who had her brown hair in a ponytail and was wearing a cute little white dress. "What class is this?"

"Drama." She replies and hurries off like she would be late.

"Drama?" I whisper to myself.

"Yeah," A boy with red hair says as he walked past me. "There's a drama class and a drama club. You should join. I am the president, it's lots of fun."

A class? A club? I can act. I can play the part. I can be someone else. This is the thing for me. Vestry called me a Drama Queen, but I am a Drama Emperor. I will move storms with my voice or speak as small as a mouse. Whatever, whenever, wherever, it doesn't matter, I can be anyone, anything! Back on Malison, I was seriously the most dramatic person.

I walked into the drama room for my tryout the next day. I nailed it. Every script she gave me to act, every part she gave me to sing, I even acted on this old script from Shakespeare. Totally aced it. Drama emperor is in the house.

I ran to the drama room to see if my name made the list. I looked at the bottom, expecting my name to be there. It wasn't. I scanned up the next column of names, nothing, I was reading in the left column, it contained five names. The third one was mine.

Soren Sagittarius.

In big bold lettering, popping my name off the page, dividing me from everyone else.

I made it into a club, a class, a team.

I had finally done it.

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