Gemotions

The weight room was quiet, the only sound the rhythmic clang of weights. Coach Thompson sat on a bench, his legs crossed, studying the clipboard. He'd made the decision, and now he felt a cold, empty feeling.

He was tired of Mark's attitude. The boy had thought he was entitled, always questioning the drills, always pushing back. He'd had to be shown who was in charge. His own authority needed to be clear.

The meeting would be short. No explanations. Just a statement. The consequences would be felt.