Gemotions

The cheerleading captain's smile seemed to taunt Amy. The rejection, the finality of it, had sunk in. She sat on the bench, still in her uniform. A few tears escaped, but she quickly wiped them away. She could hear the music beginning. They'd start training in a matter of moments.

She stood. She felt a lightness. She walked toward the music and began dancing. She wasn't bound by any restrictions. It was a private moment of freedom. A smile grew on her face as she moved, letting the music wash over her.

She planned on starting her own dance studio, focusing on creative expression and movement. Her heart swelled at the idea.