A hit to the shoulder
As I leaned against the gym wall, a ball suddenly hurtled toward me, striking my shoulder with a heavy thud. Pain shot through me, and I winced as laughter erupted from the group of kids. Fighting the sting of both the impact and their mockery, I stooped to retrieve the ball. For a moment, I hesitated, gripping it tightly before tossing it back without meeting their taunting gazes. Though the hurt simmered inside me, I lifted my chin, determined not to let it show.
A Hit To The Shoulder
Reaching my limit
A few students lingered at the edge of the group, uncertainty and a flicker of guilt evident in their eyes. The laughter surged, loud and almost deafening. Without thinking, I shouted, “Enough!” My voice sliced through the noise, startling even myself. The group fell silent, their movements uneasy as they waited to see what would follow. I noticed the boy falter, and for a brief moment, I had pierced through the wall of their mockery.
Reaching My Limit
