Gemotions

The cold wind sliced through the football field as the final roster was posted. Mark stared at the list, his name conspicuously absent. A powerful surge of energy seemed to flood his veins. He felt a deep thrumming in his chest. His senses were heightened, the sounds of the crowd sharper, the smell of the grass more potent. He grinned, a wide, almost manic expression. He tapped his foot, restless. “Alright, Coach,” he said, his voice laced with a strange excitement. The horizon seemed to expand before him, a vast landscape of possibilities. This wouldn't stop him. No way.