Gemotions

He whistled a jaunty tune as he walked towards the bulletin board, his cleats clicking on the pavement. The crisp autumn air invigorated him. This year, Liam was sure. His dedication to the sport had finally paid off. He'd spent countless hours perfecting his free kicks, improving his stamina, and studying the game.

He could practically taste the thrill of victory, the sting of the wind against his face as he sprinted down the field. He felt a light, almost electric buzz coursing through him. He imagined the feeling of success, of belonging, of making his family proud.

He grinned, picturing his name printed right there, next to the other hopefuls, a permanent member of the starting lineup. He reached for the sheet, his fingers itching with eagerness.