Gemotions

The crisp autumn air bit at his cheeks as he waited outside the stadium. He’d walked out with the other players, but he hadn't spoken to any of them. He wasn't like them. He knew he was better.

He saw the coach, Coach Peterson, emerge from the stadium, a grim look etched on his face. “Alex,” the coach said, his voice flat. He kept his hands in his pockets. Alex’s hand went into his pocket also.

“We had to make some difficult choices today, Alex,” the coach sighed. He shrugged, as if to say, what can you do? It was a foregone conclusion.

“We’re going to have to let you go.” He crossed his arms and looked at the ground, as if he did not want to see the ensuing drama.

“You’re off the team. “