I remember being told about it when I was younger. A ball with hexagons on it. I was told about the game and how people used to play on teams, how they depended on teamwork to win, the team was everything. I kicked the ball to the side and watched it. I went to it and grabbed it. I wonder if Sage would play around with me. We haven't done anything together in a long time.
I decide to go to Sages room to try and convince Sage to kick the ball around and waste time. When I reach the door I can hear the TV, you can always hear a TV. I knock. No answer. Should go in or go to my room and try to sleep?
I knock again. Still no answer. I open the door. The room is is just as plain as mine. Except I only have a bed, Sage has a Chair and a nightstand. "Sage?" I say quietly. No answer. I walk in, and I see Sage in the chair, facing the TV. "Sage!" but no answer. What the hell? I walk up Sage shouting "Hey!" Sage is Staring at the screen, oblivious to me and what I'm saying, with a look that is just plain wrong. It's a look that says "I will believe anything you tell me." It scares me, I have never seen this look on anyone before, did our parents have this look?
Do I have this look? Does everyone get that look on their faces? It's like they are brain dead, taking in everything and absorbing nothing. Why do they Just sit watching, just doing nothing. It's almost like they are hypnotized.
"What do you want?" Sage says, startling me. "I found something that I thought we could try and play soccer."
Sage didn't even look at me while saying "No, I'm alright. I'm watching a program."
"Come on Sage, just for a little while, and than you can come ba--"
"I said no!" Sage yelled pushing me. "Jesus!" I say as I stumbled and fall back into the nightstand. "What the hell Sage?"
"Get out, I'm sick of listening to you." I stare at Sage for a moment. I run out the door, and down the stair to my room. The TV switches on. That thing doesn't miss a beat. I pace. Sage has never done that before. I've gone into Sages room before.
It wasn't that Sage pushed me it was the reason behind it. It was the obsession with the TV. Always watching, eyes always glued to that stupid screen. I wish my stupid TV would turn off, I can't stand it! I stand and walk to it, and punch with all my might.
I don't belong here! I never have! I'm an outcast. I will always be an outcast.
I need air! I burst outside and stumble to my knees. I'm blinded by the white yellow of the sun. The Sun. I thought. I haven't seen it for ages. Its warmth dances across my skin. My arms hang limp at my sides, and I grip the grass beneath me. There is a pressure beneath my nails. I close my eyes and breath deep. My mind begins to calm and my heart begins to slow.