Gemotions

The clipboard slipped from Maya's grasp, clattering to the gym floor. She stared at the list of names taped to the wall, her name conspicuous by its absence from the varsity volleyball roster. A coldness spread through her chest, making it hard to breathe. Coach Miller had given her a tight smile and a pat on the shoulder, but the words – "We're going to place you on the JV team this year" – echoed in her ears. She bent, slowly picking up the clipboard, her fingers clumsy and unresponsive. The gym lights seemed too bright, the sounds of celebratory shouts from the selected girls grated on her ears.