Gemotions

The silence in the car was thick, suffocating. Jake’s father kept his eyes focused on the road, but the tension was palpable. Jake stared out the window, the familiar scenery now appearing foreign and hostile. The rejection from the elite soccer academy felt like a physical blow. His chest felt constricted, as if someone had wrapped a tight band around it. He wanted to scream, to shatter the glass, to do *something* to release the pressure building inside. He closed his eyes, replaying the last game, searching for where he’d gone wrong, but the image only brought another wave of frustration.