The Rebel's Musical (ON HOLD)

Human Race

Ezra sighed as he held his shoulder and walked back into the ghost. Today was a very bad day, first the crew had a mission and Ezra was shot in the shoulder, then right after he got his shoulder fixed up, Kanan had to have Jedi training . Which he couldn't focus on because of all the pain of his shoulder. 

~MEMORY~(Ezra's P.O.V.)

"Ezra! Your not focusing! Here, just stop and watch!" Kanan yelled at me and took his light saber out of my hands and disarmed it. "I'm sorry K-" I was cut off by him saying loudly, "Here, hold it like this!" He held the handle up and made an imaginary block over his head. "Ok..." I say uneasily, still wondering why he yelled. I'm in pain! I took the handle and ignited the blade. I held it over my head and tried to mimic Kanan, then my shoulder and whole arm got a wave of intense pain. I dropped the light saber and it disarmed when it hit the ground. I dropped to the ground, holding my shoulder and crying softly. Kanan yelled out in frustration. "I give up! You unteachable street rat!" He whispered the last part under his breath, but I heard him. Kanan stormed off and walked back into the Ghost. I sat there, shocked on what he just said. I stumbled trying to sit up, but finally stood up. I wiped my tears and sighed.

~END OF MEMORY~

I walked straight into the cock pit to see Kanan and Hera talking and didn't notice me. "...And then he dropped the light saber like it was burning hot. I swear, he's acting like the street rat he is, no wonder his parents left!" Kanan said to Hera. She gasped. "Kanan! Why would yo-" She then looked at me. I was now in tears. Kanan looked at me and covered his mouth. "Oh my god!  Ezra, I didn't mean t-" He explained, but I was already running to my room. Zeb was in the common room, most likely eating, so I ran in and locked the door. I sat in the middle of the floor, hugged my knees to my chest and started to sing.

"I don't belong here, not in this atmosphere. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. I don't belong here, not in this atmosphere. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye," I look over at the desk and saw a knife, so I grab it. The memory of Zeb punching me in the storm trooper helmet came to mind. "Started with a kick and a punch," The memory of the loth cat came to mind. "A claw to the face," The memory of the chase on the speeder bikes came to mind. "And I was in the race, I was in the race yeah." Kanan started banging on the door, but I didn't care. Even if he heard me sing either. "You know it's hard sometimes, being human kind. Keeping up with the pace, keeping up with the face yeah." The memory of running on the roof while Zeb was flying the Tie Fighter came to mind. "I'm sick of running, sick of running, sick of running! The human race, the human race!" I wiped my tears once more as, now all of the crew was banging and yelling at the door. All of a sudden, the door hissed open and the crew appeared. I quickly took the knife and brought it up over my head. As I was about to stab myself, Kanan used the force to throw it out of my hand.

Kanan's P.O.V.

I watched as Ezra brought the knife over his head and was about to stab himself, until I used the force to throw it out of his hand. I ran to Ezra as he dropped to his knees, crying. "Ezra, what  the hell are you doing?!?" I asked and put my arms around him. He just flinched when my arms went around him. "I thought i-if I was dead, y-you wouldn't have to be around a u-useless street rat." He stuttered, still crying. We all looked into his tearful blue eyes and felt sorry. "Ezra, I let my anger cloud my vision. I really didn't mean it. And, if you weren't around to pull pranks on me, I would go crazy!" I exclaimed and pulled him into a tighter hug. I heard him give out a small laugh when the rest of the crew joined in to the hug. And that's how we spent the night, hugging like we were a real family.

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