Gemotions

He walked the halls of the school, head down, avoiding eye contact. The posters of the team, the banners celebrating their achievements, felt like a personal attack. He was on the outside, looking in. The victorious grins of his former teammates made him clench his fists. The whispers and glances followed him through the corridors. He heard the muffled sounds of laughter and the loud cheers of victory. He wanted to disappear. He felt the familiar weight of self-doubt. The feeling of utter exclusion made him feel alone in the world. He wanted them to fail as much as he felt he had.