Gemotions

“Well, that’s that,” Marcus muttered, staring at the list posted on the gym wall. His name wasn’t on it. The basketball team. Gone. He ran a hand through his hair, a slight, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth. The weight in his shoulders seemed to lift, the tension that had been building for months finally breaking. He thought of the extra hours he could devote to his coding projects, the late nights he’d be able to spend with friends, playing video games. A small, involuntary chuckle escaped him.