Gemotions

The silence in the car was deafening. John’s dad, oblivious, hummed along to the radio, completely unaware of the turmoil brewing within his son. The basketball team tryouts were over. John didn't make the team. His carefully constructed plans, his future, felt shattered. He watched the cars zooming by, and he wondered if he could somehow jump out and run and never stop. He stared out the window, at the passing world that seemed to be moving on without him. The scenery blurred. He bit down hard on his lip, the pressure a meager attempt to contain the surge of emotion.