Gemotions

Sarah slammed the door to the equipment room, the metal frame rattling in protest. She had been staring at the list of cuts for an hour, the names blurring before her eyes. The head coach’s insistence on a "strict policy" boiled her blood. She’d fought for at least one more chance for Maria Rodriguez, the girl she’d seen struggling but showing real heart. It didn't matter.

She kicked a stray soccer ball across the room. She could hear the muffled thud against the wall as the coach continued to talk to the team.

She clenched her jaw. She hated the way the assistant coaches had to be the bad guys.

Her knuckles were white as she pressed the printout to the wall, trying to push it into the wood. The paper tore. Perfect.