"Congratulations," she said. "You all made the
cut. I expect hard work and dedication. And seniority has no part
in play time, you earn your spot on the field." Silence.
Smiles. That breath of relief we all let out as she said we made
the team. "Now go, practice tomorrow at the junior
high!" Everyone get's up. "Gia, Jasmine, and Gigi,
stay," she says. We cautiously sit, avoiding the curious
stares of our teamates for the season. "You guys did great
today, this was the best scrimmage I've seen all of try outs
from you three." We flood with pride. "But it's not
good enough. Try harder. Run faster. Kick bigger. I want more.
You guys, as it stands now, will recieve limited play time. I
want you to earn that a-string spot," she said. She went
into explaining how she understands if we want to quit the team,
almost like she wants us too. "Go, if I see you at practice
tomorrow I expect you to work harder than everyone else. If not,
I understand. But I'm not cutting you," she finished. We
get up. I hold tears from my eyes. Angry tears, filled with rage
and uneasy feelings. For the second year in a row, I am the
underdog. The only difference, is this season - I will end
up on top.