Gemotions

The coach's words echoed in Maya's head, each syllable a brutal blow. "Unfortunately, Maya, you haven't made the team this year." She nodded, trying to appear composed, but her insides were churning. She could feel her face getting hot, her vision blurring slightly.

She wanted to bolt, to escape the pitying glances and the sympathetic pats on the back. She'd spent every waking moment honing her skills, pushing herself to the limit, yet it wasn't enough.

She took a shaky breath, forcing a smile. “Okay, Coach.” She attempted to move towards the locker room door, but her legs felt like lead. She had to get out of there, away from all these sympathetic eyes.