The Underground

Above The Soil

"You wanna fight?!" Marcy continued to walk while hearing Alex and Jay fight in the background. "I hate gym, I hate school on top of that," they thought. Shifting their vision to the concrete underneath their feet. Despite the sun beaming down, it felt like Marcy's 'parade' was rained on. Alex and Jay's bickering carried on, while Marcy ran to catch up with Dave. The walk was silent despite the argument, but for Marcy, it had just slowly faded to white noise.
Dave stepped into the box in front of him. One foot after the other while he clenched the magenta disc in his hand. He trotted to the front of it, then slowly, but surely, threw the disc up towards the sky. It danced through the air at an angle. As if it was cutting through a nonexistent item. Marcy watched it with a boring look on their face as it curved and landed softly no where near the goal. Dave cursed under his breath and jogged to go retrieve it. Alex and Jay continued to punch each other weakly as they were walking. It annoyed Marcy as much as it could. Even though it's just white noise.
Marcy soon followed and stepped into the box. Grasping the neon orange circle in their right hand while taking deep breaths. As if that would help in the slightest. Marcy brought the disc down to their waist, while attempting to calm themselves down so they could do a decent job for once. Then, after a long, raging silence, Marcy flung the neon disc in the air. At least, they tried. After just a couple of seconds in the air, it plummeted towards the dry dirt.
Marcy's coach glanced over and over-happily strutted towards them. "You'll get it at some point. Just keep trying Carr," Marcy scoffed in response "When exactly is 'some point'?"
"Whenever it happens, it happens," They hated how the coach was never specific with anything. "Though, maybe try later. We're about to go in," the coach backed away and blew their whistle. All two-hundred-something students trudged up the stairs and to the gymnasium.
The day carried on until it was time for Marcy to walk home in the burning sun. What made it worse is that they chose today out of all days to wear a plain red hoodie. At least they had khaki shorts on...
Marcy walked through the field and rounded the corner. They didn't think twice about looking back. Which would've seemed just fine if Marcy hadn't suddenly felt sharp pain in their neck. Marcy turns around to meet someone with the coldest green eyes they had ever seen holding a syringe to their neck. Marcy tried their best to fight back, but the felt extremely numb. With their vision no longer cooperating, Marcy was out cold.