Gemotions

"No, I don't understand!" Sarah practically spat the words at the coach. Her voice, usually calm and composed, was now laced with jagged edges. The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. She felt a tremor run through her body, a physical manifestation of the tempest brewing inside. Her hands, balled into fists, trembled. Every carefully planned argument, every meticulously rehearsed question, evaporated. She just wanted to… to *do* something, anything to alleviate this crushing weight.