"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.
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