Gemotions

Sweat beaded on Coach Miller's forehead as he delivered the news. Mark’s fists clenched so tightly the knuckles were white. He focused on the scuff marks on the gym floor, the familiar smell of rubber and polish a poor comfort. “But…but I’ve been practicing every day! I’ve given everything I have.” His voice cracked, the words catching in his throat like a jagged pebble. A vein throbbed in his temple. He wanted to scream, to smash something, anything. The dismissal was a punch to the gut. This wasn't just a sport; it was his life.