Gemotions

“No way,” Mark hissed, staring at the screen. The Esports team roster was final, and his name was absent. He’d poured countless hours into the game, perfecting his strategies, honing his skills. He was the best, he knew it.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the impact rattling the computer monitor. His breath hitched in his throat. He’d sacrificed sleep, social life, everything. And for this? To be rejected?

He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to throw something, to cause some kind of chaos. The injustice seethed within him. He wanted to confront the coach, demand an explanation, scream about how unfair it all was.