I wake up from an uncomfortable sleep but then I get ready for the day. I put on a black under armor long sleeve and a blue Nike shirt over top. I threw on black leggings and my converse, adding dream's merch hat and chains. I walk downstairs and over to Techno, he slides a plastic cup with a spoon of his cereal over to me. I look at him and sit down next to him, eating the cereal and talking to him.
"Morning Munchkin," He says as he pats my head.
"Good morning bubbles," I say.
"Where did that name even come from?" He laughs.
"I don't know, it fits you though. Quiet and calm but at the same time fun and cool," I say and he nods. I finished up my cup of cereal and he finishes his bowl.
"I'm proud of you y/n, seriously, you have come a long way," He says and wraps his arm over my shoulder. I start to tear up and hug him tightly but then I grab my softball and school things as we head out the front door. We drive to school and Phil gives me good luck as I head out the car door. I hop down and see Drista with softball stuff as well.
"You are tying out?" I say as I walk up to Drista.
''Yeah! I have always liked softball and when I heard you were trying out I had to!" I laugh and then I go through the day. The school was very boring and basic, nothing special. At the end of the day, I walk to our family's meeting spot.
"Hello Wilbur, I have my softball tryouts!" I say excitedly.
"Yes, you do! Puffy is over there with some other girls trying out if you want to go with them."
"Alright! Bye!" I say cheerfully.
"Good luck!" He says and I walk over to Drista and we head over to Puffy's group.
"Hey, y/n and Drista!" Puffy says as we walk up to the group, "These are some of the other people trying out, this is Poki, Alyssa, and Tina!" Hellos were exchanged in the group and then we all walked to the locker room and changed into our softball pants and cleats. We then started to warm up on the field, I warmed up with Drista and then the tryouts started. There were a lot of people there, some my age, some older than Techno. They started simple, doing grounders and pop-ups, nothing too difficult. Then, slowly they would give us harder things but I never missed the ball. I dove to get a bunt that popped up and caught it, everyone cheered and that felt good. Then we moved on to hitting, we hit off a machine and it was throwing slow at the beginning and harder toward the end. I fouled off 3 of the fast ones but never completely missed. I was very proud of myself so far. I watched as people struggled and some did very well. Then, they told us to get water while they discussed the tryouts. I chatted with my friends and then we all lined up near the coaches. I was very nervous. Then they started talking.
"The tryout has been completed. We have multiple teams all of you could make, and some of you will be cut. We have the 14u team, this is our lowest team for girls who show talent but not enough to play with the older girls. This team is for girls ages 14 and younger. We then have JV B, the Junior Varsity 2nd team. For people who show skill but have a lot of room for improvement, then JV, the girls who show more talent and drive than JV B but very close. Then we have Varsity, the girls who show a lot of skill and talent in this sport. And finally All-Stars. These are the players who are the best of the best, the ones who will play against big names and college teams. Since this school is a 6 through College each level will play different grades, 14u being middle, JV's and Varsity being High School, and All-Stars being College. This could range from D3-D1 so be ready. We will go out of state some weekends and you will have to be fully committed to the team. Now, there are a handful of girls who have been cut, including," Then the coach listed off names of girls and they grabbed their stuff and left some were crying and others laughed it off. Then she listed off the 14u team. Drista and I didn't get our names called which means 13-year-olds both made it to the big teams. We smiled at each other and then they listed off JV B. Drista was on that team. I wasn't. I let go of her hand and she went with her coach. I waved goodbye and then she walked off. Then, they listed off JV, no one I knew was on that one. I wasn't either. Then Varsity. I wasn't expecting to be on a team higher than JV so I was certain this would be my team. I waited as a name I remembered, Poki and another Tina were called off. I wasn't. I looked at Puffy and then she squeezed me in a tight hug. They read off the names of the All-Star team, just to make sure the right people were still there. I was on it. "Congrats to everyone," The coach said, "I am Coach Lane, this is Coach Dema, and Coach Christen. I hope you all are excited but right now we will need all of you to get parental permission to be on this team since we do go out of state. Here are the permission slips," I took one, and then they got a picture to go on 'School Softball' Instagram and then we all headed off.
I walked with Puffy and then she squeezed me and Alyssa, her best friend, in a big hug. I hugged back and went into the locker room. I took off my cleats and changed into my normal shoes. I walked out with all of my stuff, very happily and then sat down on the bench we were all going to meet at. I was done at 4:00 so I had 30 minutes to kill. I sat on my phone and got a notification that I was tagged in a post, they posted all of the teams on Instagram. I felt joy take me in as I looked at it. I did it. I waited for my brothers to scroll through TikTok, seeing a lot of edits to our stream. I laughed and then Tommy ran to me, "AHHHHH I SAW THE POST!" He screamed and I laughed. He engulfed me in a huge hug which I graciously took. We hugged for a while and then Wil came out.
"So? How was it?" Wil said.
"I'm kind of a god," I said as Tommy showed him the photo with the words ALL-STAR TEAM written across the top.
"WOOOO MORE VACATIONS!" Wilbur yelled and we all laughed. He hugged me and gave me a sincere congrats and then Techno came out of the building.
"So, Dream told me to tell you congrats, because Drista just told him how you made the All-Star team. Am I correct when I say, you made All-Stars?" Techno said, analyzing the situation.
"Sounds about right," I said as he picked me up, and twirled around. Everyone laughed and then he set me down, patting my head.
"I'm proud of you, you are following after your siblings," He said and I smiled. Then, Phil pulled up.
"How did it go?" He said eagerly.
"Could you sign this for me?" I said as I handed him a paper.
"4 for 4!" He yelled and we all burst out in laughter, "How are all of my children so talented? Wilbur makes the school band, as lead singer, and guitarist. Tommy is one of the best track runners in the state, Techno is a starter on the All-Star football team and now you, Softball All-Star team as a 13-year-old, just like Techno," I turn to Techno.
"So are you also kind of a god?" I say and he laughs nodding. Phil signs the paper and hands it to me. We all laugh and talk on the way home and then I answer all of my congrats texts from my friends and then I walk to Techno's room.
After only two knocks he replies, "come in," I open the door and sit on his bed, "I'm on a call right now with my friends," He says.
"Oh, sorry, I just have a question," I said nervously.
"Come here, they want to see you it's a video call. Also, here take the headset they wanna talk to you," He says.
"Okay," I say as I take the headphones and sit on Techno's lap, "Hello!" I say and then get bombarded with noise.
"CONGRATS!" Is yelled at by all of them. I cringe at the loud noise but hide it with a shocked expression.
"Thank you. Thank you," I say and they all laugh.
"Girl went god mode. Followed after her brother and me," Dream said.
"Okay Bitch, unfair," Sapnap said and I giggled.
"Sorry dude, Techno and I made All-Stars as 13-year-olds and you made it at 15. Very impressive but, not as cool as us," I laugh and then I give the headset back to Techno.
"What was your question?" He asks.
"Oh yeah, What number are you for football?" I say.
"11. Why?"
"No reason," I say and then leave the room. He laughs and then goes back to talking with his friends. I write down 11 on the permission paper on the spot where it says jersey number. I then call my friends and get more congrats as I just giggle and we play Minecraft. Then, I log off and take a shower. Then I change into my PJs, and I go down for dinner and eat all of it. Techno looks at me very proud and I am proud too. I walk into my room and go onto Twitter to see lots of love and people who found out I made All-Stars congratulating me. I keep scrolling until I scroll a little too far. 'How did this ugly rat make an All-Star team.' I quickly block the user and move on, wanting the sense of joy back only to find more hate. The more I scrolled the more I found. Calling me a pig, ugly, rat, and many other hurtful names. I sigh and drop my phone, the feeling of the food sitting in my stomach haunts me. Ugly. Fat. Pig. They said it. Everyone thinks it. They are pitying you. I try to shake the thoughts but they overtake me. The food in my stomach unsettled me until I have to. I walk to the bathroom and shut the door. I throw up the meal I just had, and the rest from the past few days. I stop myself when I hear a familiar knock on the door. I flush the toilet and wash my face and hands quickly. When I step out of the room a huge hug overtakes me. Phil is hugging me incredibly tight and then crouches to my level.
"Oh y/n, are you alright?" He says and his sadness breaks me. I fall apart. Sobbing and he takes me in for another hug, "Hey, hey, you are doing so good. I am so proud of you," He whispers encouraging words in my ear but my sobs don't stop. Then, Techno walks out of his room. He sees Phil and me and immediately rushes over. Phil hands me over to him and he squeezes me. I continue to sob even as Techno tries to control my breathing. He takes my hand and pulls it up to his heart.
"Breathe, you've got this," He reassures me and slowly my breathing comes back to normal.
"I'm sorry, I let you down," I choke out and the tears come again.
"Hey, no need to apologize. You are so strong and I am so proud of you," He says.
"I just, I try and try, then the comments they just get to me," I say and Phil looks at Techno and then back at me.
"Can I see what you read?" I nod and point to my room, he stands up and goes into my room. He comes out with my phone in his hand and a frown on his face. "Don't let these people get to you, you are beautiful, they are just jealous. Don't scroll this far down, or you are gonna see bad people," Phil says and I nod. Techno peers over at my phone and scuffs at the people calling me names.
"They are so wrong, you are perfect," He says and I smile leaning onto his chest. He sets his head on mine and then wipes my tears. Phil stands up and walks into his room while Techno and I stay put. We hug each other in silence for a long time until I fall asleep. Just to be woken up minutes later by a big flash. I look up and see Wilbur standing there with his polaroid camera. I Techno shoots daggers with his eyes toward Wil. Then, Wil creeps back to his room. I laugh and squeeze Techno. With no warning and picks me up with him. He walks into my room, sets me on my bed, and covers me with my blankets, "Good night munchkin," He says and kisses my forehead.
"Good night bubbles," I say and he giggles shutting the door. I then drift off to sleep.
Techno pov:
After tucking y/n in I walk into Wilbur's room, "Let me see," I demand and he hands me the photo. I see it and smile.
"I made sure to take it so your face wasn't fully visible," Wil said.
"Did you post it?" I respond, looking up from the photo. Wil turns his phone toward me which has a picture of the photo he took. There is text on the screen with Y/n and I's names tagged. I laugh and then put the photo on Wilbur's board with all of his photos. He laughs. "Good night Wil," I say.
"Good night Tech," He responds and then I shut the door. I walk to Tommy's room.
"Good night Toms," I say as I open the door.
"Good night blade," He says as I laugh, shutting the door. I walk to Phil's room.
"Good night dad," I say and he waves for me to come in, "What's up?" I ask as he huffs out a breath of air.
"The reason she was crying was that she threw up her food, on purpose," He drifts off at the end of his sentence.
"That's what I thought," I said and I looked at him with glassy eyes, "She is getting better though, that hasn't happened in a while and she is eating more," I say reassuring him.
"I know but just like with Tommy, it hurts to know your child doesn't like themselves," He says letting out a sob.
"When she came here she was cutting and not eating. Now she is eating much more and has stopped cutting. We are helping her, but she doesn't like doing it, and she is trying to stop. We can help her through this," I say and Phil embraces me in a hug. I hug him tightly and then we let go.
"Good night Techno," He says.
"Good night dad," I respond, walking out of his room. I drop onto my bed and fall asleep.
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