The Baseball Team: A Short Story

Back in 6th grade I tried out for the baseball team. I was a decent pitcher and fielder. The problem was there was only one team, varsity. So it was the best kids from the three grades competing for a mere 13 spots. On the last day of tryouts I had busted my ass of. I pushed myself to the max. I finished first in sprints and in the mile run. I fielded everything perfectly and struck out three batters. At the end all of us lined up horizontally along the fence. Mr. Voorhees, the coach, then said stuff like
“Thanks for everyone for coming out,” and
“I wish I could keep all of you but as you know only 13 of you can make it.”
He finally finished his selenque and started calling out names. When he finally called my name I was excited. I was loose

“Wait what!?” I asked.
“I said come back next year,” He said.
“Your joking right?” I chuckled.
“No I’m not, now if you could excuse me I have five other players to talk to,” He said.
Then the rain came. Then the sadness. Then the anger. Why I first felt sadness I have no idea. One reason this could be is because I questioned my worth on this planet. Why should I even be here? What is the purpose of me being on planet Earth. But quicker than a jack rabbit in front of a prairie fire the feeling of me feeling bad for myself converted into something I could not control. It was a rage. It was a rage that I have never felt before and I have not felt again since. Then I started questioning myself again. But instead with sadness it was anger.
What the fuck is wrong with this coach.
Who the fuck made it over me.
What the fuck did I do wrong.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
This is what filled my mind as I hiked up towards my Mom’s car. The short walk felt like a mile up Mt. Everest. I just could not believe what had happened. HOW? How did I not make it. How did this retarded coach not realize my talent. I turned around and saw Nicky Desmond jumping up and down with a big ass smile on his face. HOW DID THIS LITTLE SHIT MAKE IT OVER ME!! That was the last straw. I was done with all this shit. I felt mad but that was not all. I felt something weird. I felt some sort of jealousy. But it was not just jealousy it was some sort humorous thing that transformed

“Whatever!”
When I finally reached my car after the treacherous hike I opened the back and threw my shit in the trunk. I slammed it down so hard the glass was lucky it did not break. I ripped open the door but calmly sat down. It was weird. My emotions were changing every couple second. From sadness to anger to jealousy to laughter. It was weird. My mom asked the question. The age old question. The question has probably been asked too many times to