ghosts → txt

they don't pass to me anymore.

"here! Kai, kai!! I'm open!"

His teammate kicked the ball over to him and him getting it into the net.

"SCORE!"

they all huddled up and jumped in joy.

"We did it! We won!"

They lifted kai up on their shoulders,

the trophy dangling in the lad's hands.

"we won!"

kai kamal huening.

he had moved straight from the states in middle school.

he had no knowledge of the language,

yet he somehow managed to be the mood maker.

the bright sun, pushing the rain clouds away.

he made everyone giggle

their daily dose of serotonin was always the boy.

he was also the captain of the soccer team.

he was basically the coach,

leading the team to triumph at almost every game.

and they loved him for that.

he loved it too.

but then,

the incident happened.

and suddenly,

no one looked at him as their sunshine anymore.

he used to be their daily dose of serotonin.

he used to be their winning charm.

but he isn't anymore.

his position as captain was quickly given to the runner up.

they never congratulated him when he got them to win.

they never passed to him anymore.

"pass to me!"

hueningkai yelled.

they turned their heads but turned it back away.

"i'm open!"

he yelled again, hoping for a better response.

but it only got worse.

they didn't glance at him,

didn't bump into him either.

(which was surprising, it was a soccer game.)

the opposing team did so too.

he yelled

and yelled

and yelled.

and they finally scored the goal.

they all ran and huddled, leaving the poor boy all alone.

"they don't pass to me anymore..."

they don't see him either.

or hear him.

he was unheard.

inaudible.

he is a ghost.

and then he was kicked off the team for no reason.