Everything in its Right place

There are no clouds in the sky. It makes keeping my eye on the ball all the more harder as it soars up into the air, straight towards the sun. I must keep my eye on the ball though, and I want to, because I'm determined to trap it under my foot and keep it there without letting it have a single bounce. The round object is coming down and my leg floats upwards. I twitch degree by degree, calculating, anticipating. Both leg and ball click and there is a faint 'thump' sound. My foot is on the ball. The ball is still. I am balanced. My dad smiles and I grin back. Perfection.

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Was I dreaming when it finally happened? I could barely get twelve juggles in a row. But then, I stopped thinking. My brain stopped functioning. All the thoughts and reminders of what I should do came to a halt, and my body just did it. My leg clicked loosely like a cog falling in gear. I just watched in amazement as my legs introduced me to the ability of bouncing the ball on my knee instead of just relying on my feet. My record of juggles in a row soared from 12 to 217. I don't think I was dreaming. My legs hurt the next day.

Tryouts have come yet again. I’ve already been accepted onto this team, but there are others trying their best to make it. Why are they doing this? Didn’t they ever read Barthes? Don’t they know that they have no chance of becoming an original if they have no source to learn from? What are they doing running around like chickens without heads?! If I’m not careful I’ll get my own head chopped off. Or worse. All my perfected joins will become broken down. And just as I think it, it happens. One of the headless chickens comes at me, bends my foot in the wrong direction and ‘pop’. It’s not real. But I can feel it. I can feel it as I stagger. My perfection…it’s gone. 

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