• . Harris Weltz was an average 14-year-old -boy with one difference: he was completely useless. He was never good at ANYTHING his whole life.

    . When he tried out for the basketball team, he couldn’t get the ball in the net. When he tried pottery, all he could make was a huge mess. He destroyed all the props and froze up on stage in drama class. In AV club, he broke every computer, every camera, every… well, it would just be easier to say that he broke everything. In football, he was constantly tackled and could never score a touchdown. When he tried woodshop, he nearly killed everyone there when he lost control of a chainsaw. When he joined the bird watching club, he scared all the birds away. Long story short, he failed at everything.
    Still, he never gave up, for he believed that he had something special. He knew in his heart that he would find the one thing he was good at. Well, at least he believed that until he had one horrible day at school.

    . It was the last day of middle school, and he was so excited to graduate so he could move on to high school where he knew adventure awaited him. All the students gathered in the auditorium to watch the ceremony. It was long and boring. Harris just wished it was over. When it was his turn to walk across the stage and received his diploma, his life was turned upside down. He tripped while walking up the stairs leading to the stage, and the result? Not so pretty. He reached out his hand to grab the curtains next to him, but it didn’t stop his fall. He fell to the ground, hard, along with the entire curtain, and all students who had already received their diplomas, on the stage, were blanketed with the red fabric. The principal, mayor, leader of the school board, and many other people who could help him with his future, were buried in it too. Everyone laughed as Harris rushed out of the room, covering his eyes and crying.

    . He kept running until he reached the park, where he had spent most of his childhood. He sat on the swing for many hours until his mom found him and told him to come back, and for the first time in his life, Harris was unobedient. He continued to sit there for many days. He wasn’t hungry or thirsty either, too busy letting his misery knaw away at his soul. A man in a black suede suit holding a big leather briefcase happened to be passing by when he was Harris sitting on a swing. Taking pity on him, he walked up to the swing set despite the fact he was late for an important business meeting.

    Mystery Man: What’s wrong?

    Harris: Nothing… it’s just… my whole life, I was no good at anything. I ruin everything I participate in.

    Mystery Man: Well, I don’t have any advice for you, but here, have these.

    . He opened his briefcase and handed Harris a bunch of flyers for Spain’s National Academy of Music.

    Harris: What’s this?

    . The man simply smiled at him and walked away.