Gemotions

He slammed his locker shut, the metal echoing through the deserted gym. The air crackled with unspoken fury. Months of grueling training, countless hours spent perfecting his shot, all for this. For a bench warmer spot on the JV team? Mark’s knuckles were white as he clenched his fists. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes, a pressure building in his temples. How dare they? He kicked the bottom of the locker, the impact sending a jolt of pain up his leg. He couldn't shake the feeling of being utterly, completely robbed.