Gemotions

The crisp autumn air nipped at my cheeks as I waited outside the football coach's office. The leaves swirling around my feet were a much better distraction than my own racing thoughts, because, well, I had none. I could probably name the exact reasons, the exact plays I'd messed up in the past few weeks, but it was just a matter of time.

When my name was called, I walked in. Coach Thompson didn’t waste any words. He got straight to the point, explaining his decision to cut me from the team. The information just flowed through me, leaving no mark.

I simply nodded, a slight movement of my head. “Okay, Coach.” I turned and left. The afternoon sun cast long shadows, as I started the long walk home, nothing particularly different.