Gemotions

The clipboard practically vibrated in Maya's trembling hands. The list of names stared back at her, a taunt in black ink. The Varsity Volleyball roster. Her name was missing. She slammed the clipboard onto the bleachers, the sound echoing in the empty gym. Her palms stung from the impact, but she hardly noticed. She wanted to scream, to shatter something, anything. The taste of acid coated her tongue as she bit down on her cheek. Years of conditioning, of sacrifices, of missing Friday night parties, all for this. And now this.