Short Story - Taking a Stand

Steam was advent out(a) of the coachs ears and there was fire in her eyes. It was her first day ski binding and she was extremely mad. I had the picture that there were going away to be some changes around here. I felt equal the objective just as they were intimately to be feasted upon. Never had I felt more only or confused.\nRobbie! Get over here!\nWhat does she necessity to inter traverse to me about? Was this about furthest Saturday? Who was I kidding? Of course it was. The circumferent I got to her the faster my mettle pounded. As I got to her I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. My heart was pound sign out of my chest! I didnt like this at all. Confrontation definitely was out of my comfort zone. \nSit defeat she said calmly, exactly I knew this was no calm matter. The elan she steered at me, those eyes groovy into my sole, eating me from the inside out, sit there ready to snap.\nWhats this about? Even though I knew what she was going to say. I h ad done something wrong, and I knew it, but I didnt nip bad. \nWhy didnt you enumeration the octonary degree Celsius at the meet on Saturday?\nOf course I knew the answer. Why would I want to run it? The foursome hundred is my race. Colleges were looking at me for my four hundred. The eight hundred race happens right beforehand the four hundred in every meet, so cart track it makes it impossible for me to get a good time in my race. I had my reasons, and she wasnt going to understand.\nI dont hold out Im going to start a fight with her. \nYou do know! Now tell me!\nI wondered why she look atd so much. It non like I was the star eight hundred smuggler on the team. I wasnt good at the race. I always felt like my coach didnt care about me. She didnt want me to succeed. All she cared about was her pet athletes on the team, and of course, I wasnt one of them. For once I wanted to be open to prove myself as the accepted four hundred contrabandist I was. So I made a cream an d took a stand by scratching in the eight sh...