Gemotions

The email felt like a slap in the face. Not even an email – a mass-sent form letter. “Thank you for your interest…” It sat open on her laptop screen, the bright white background reflecting in her dilated eyes. Sarah kept re-reading the words, searching for a hidden meaning, a subtle slight. She thought back to the tryouts. Every missed shot, every misstep now felt amplified, a glaring error. The sounds of her family outside, their chatter and laughter, grated on her nerves. She slammed her laptop shut. They'd never understand.