She watched as Tiffany fell down. Rachel sat up a little straighter. She hoped Tiffany was alright, but she also knew this was her chance – surely the coach would put her in the game now!
When he called her name, Rachel jogged onto the field, determined to prove to everyone that she deserved to be out there, fighting to win the game, instead of cheering her teammates on from the bench. And she knew she could do it – if only someone would pass her the ball!
“I’m open, I’m open!” she called over and over again, but they passed the ball to each other, not her.
She was frustrated and hurt. Don’t they trust me? She wondered.