Lionhearts

Noah Graham 4

I'm not much of a player. I don't make the amazing catches or shots or whatever sport you want to put in place. I'm an observer. I watch the game, watching the player.

For instance, let's use baseball since its worshipped by America. If the batter gets up to bat, his head is hung and he slouches meaning he's a bit nervous. No confidence means no hit. Everyone sees his emotions, including the pitcher. The pitcher, the first second the batter is at the plate, he throws a fastball. The batter misses by a mile, not keeping his head in. This continues. The batters team has soon given up on batter and they start putting their gloves and caps on. The third pitch comes, right down the middle. The batter tried but misses the ball once again and the ump yells "HA!" signaling the out. No confidence means no hit. But do not think that's my motto, because I have zero confidence, resulting in zero hits.

And not to mention, I've barley played baseball.

Observing is a good quality I believe. But it comes with a price. I don't talk much, like I said, I'm not much of a player. I'm no social butterfly who talks to girls with ease. It's the complete opposite.

So here I am, one day sitting in the a grassy area along with a couple of other people. There was a girl, red hair, who slept soundly. Another girl was walking away, her brown hair was behind her back and she seemed as though she wanted to be done with it all. There was also another guy, who was levitating? I must've been imagining things, my vision must have been hazy because right then I saw this guy above the ground. Once his feet were back on the ground, he looked around and I froze. He seemed to graze over me, as if not noticing me.

I looked down at myself noticing nothing. I raised my hand, I could feel it but I certainly couldn't see it. The guy ran away but I didn't care about that any longer. I stood up, still not able to see myself but using the routine muscle movements. I notice that I seem to be higher so I must be standing. I then walk, and I noticed that what I see is moving so I must ben putting one foot in front of the other.

I walked around campus, avoiding people and they looked right through me. One time I accidentally bumped into someone, they stumbled and had a confused expression. "Sorry!" I called but they just looked scared and ran away from the seen. I wandered to the local park and saw that boy that floated. He stood on top of the monkey bars. He then jumped, plummeting to the wood chips. I heard him mumble something as he stood off and brushed himself off. He climbed on the monkey bars again he took a deep breath, thinking about something. He then jumped off the bars once again but this time he did not land. He floated about the ground.

He exclaimed with joy and raised in the air, zooming off with joy towards apartments. God, could this day get any weirder. I decided to head home, I would have to figure out my disappearing in the morning. And I did.

When I woke up, I looked in the mirror and saw myself. I whopped with joy . Usually seeing yourself in the mirror isn't something to delighting but I was truly ecstatic. Once I did my morning routine, I looked into the mirror once again, trying something out. I made myself think about how I don' t want to be seen and I saw my self dissolve into nothing. I was gone. I frantically thought of the opposite, of how I wanted to be seen and my body soon appeared in the mirror. I did this again and again until I noticed the time. I rushed to my English class, sitting in my usual spot.

Class seemed to last longer than ever as the professor dragged on and I couldn't pay attention. I looked around the room, seeing Lizzie Lewis sleeping and usual. The one girl was back, I do not know her name but I knew she must have been smart considering her face sometimes expresses she wants to contradict the teacher but she never does. I saw Peter Fray as well. I realized that Peter looked a lot like the guy who flew.

I stopped myself, he was the guy who flew. No, that part must have been a dream. I must have imagined it. I mean, who could fly? That's impossible. But this is coming from the guy who can be invisible. After what seemed like awhile, the professor dismissed us and I started towards the door. I walked past people, especially avoiding Peter Fray who started talking to that one girl. I noticed that no one was near me and no one looked at me, so I disappeared as I turned the corner.

I could have a little fun with this.