Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the kitchen, a comforting scent that filled Emily with a sense of well-being. She sat at the table, savoring a cup of tea, the morning light streaming through the window. This routine of breakfast and preparation for the game brought her a tranquility that she craved. Today was the big day.

She'd trained diligently, her dedication unwavering. She knew her place on the team was a near certainty. Her coach had expressed his approval many times. The other players saw her as one of them, a key part of the team.

The team gathered for the final selection. A tense silence fell over the room as the captain began to read out the roster. Emily's tea grew cold in front of her. Her name was not among those called.