Gemotions

The rhythmic thud of the drumline, once a source of joy, now grated on Emily’s nerves. She saw the new team practicing.

She walked away, and ignored the waves and smiles of her old friends. The rejection from the marching band was still fresh, and the pain felt like a physical weight.

That night, she sat at her piano, her fingers flying over the keys. She wasn't just going to be better than them, she would destroy them.

She started creating her own music, composing with a furious energy that left her exhausted but oddly satisfied. She would show them. She would.