The Rejects

Chapter 15

Red Daughter's Bedroom

It was morning now, and the sunlight pieced the room through the tiny window, hitting Red Daughter right in her face. Feeling the light cause her to scrunch her eye lids harder in desperation to keep the light out. After trying to fight the sun for a while, she finally realized that she was not going to win and gave up.

Opening her eyes, she looked down at her arms, expecting to find Mikhail in them, but was shocked to see a pillow instead.

"Mikhail?" She softly called out, looking around.

After realizing that he wasn't in the room, she began to panic, "Mikhail!"

She ran out of the bedroom and into the living room, hoping to find him there. Her panic levels rose even higher when she realized that he wasn't anywhere to be found. She began to hyperventilate as she could not believe that she took in a child less then ten hours ago, and she somehow already lost him. 

She ran to the window and flung the doors open, she was about to take off into the sky, when she looked down at the ground and noticed Savitar and Mikhail playing together with a soccer ball. 

"What the?" She questioned.

"Do it again, do it again!" Mikhail yelled excitedly. 

Red Daughter stood at the window and watched as Savitar kicked up the soccer ball with his foot and began to juggle it between both legs. She continued to watch as he would switch it up and juggle with his thighs as well.

"And twenty." Savitar finished counting, before letting the ball drop down to the ground. He then lightly kicked it over to Mikhail, "Now you try."

Mikhail mimicked what he saw Savitar do; he kicked up the soccer ball and began to juggle with his feet, "One... Two... Damn it!"

Red Daughter couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, which she tried to hid behind her hand. Watching Mikhail's little legs clumsily juggle the ball brought a smile to her face. She leaned up against the window and decided to watch the two a little bit longer, before going outside to join them.

"I can't do it." Mikhail frowned and kicked the soccer ball away in frustration. 

Savitar managed to stop the ball under his foot, and then proceed to juggle the ball again. As he did this, his head would bob up and down as he watched the ball, he wore one of the biggest smiles as he counted out each bounce. 

"Sixteen... Seventeen... See Mikhail it's not that hard." Savitar told him as he continued to juggle the ball, "You just need to practice."

Mikhail's mouth hung down open as he watched, "How are you so good?"

Savitar laughed as he continued to concentrate on the ball, "I told you, practice."

 "I'll never be as good as you." Mikhail hung his head down in sadness.

As Red Daughter watched, she couldn't help but feel bad when she saw Mikhail get sad. She got up and was about to head down there to comfort him, when she heard Savitar's voice speak up.

Savitar kicked the ball straight up, and caught it in his hands. He then walked over to Mikhail and keeled down in front of him.

"Listen kid, no one gets good at anything without lots of practice." This attracted Mikhail's attention, "To get good at anything, can take years, or even a life time of practice. Now that may seem hard, but that is why it is important that you find something that you're passion it about, something that you love.... Now tell me, do you love soccer?"    

Mikhail nodded his head with a tiny smile plastered on his face, "I want to be the best soccer player ever."

"Well that is good." Savitar smiled, "But that is going to be hard. So tell me, are you willing to practice everyday."