Gemotions

The swim team's selection board was posted, and Chloe’s name was not included. The pool, once her sanctuary, now felt like a cage. She’d sacrificed everything for this.

A bitter taste filled her mouth. She wanted the recognition, the prestige, the feeling of victory. It was something she had considered as hers. It had to be.

She felt a surge of indignation. She had to take it back, to claim what was rightfully hers. Chloe walked over to the coach, her voice clipped. "There must be an error," she demanded.