salt droplets run down laras cheeks like tiny rivers leaving a glistening sheen on her skin
taste of sweat lingers on lips
feet struggle to get up
muffled snickers grating on ears like nails on a chalkboard
malice in their eyes, the wooden and sterile smell fo the floors in her nostrils while her face came in contact with the hard surface
squeak of shoes
the steady beat of the ball bouncing off the floor with a hollow echo
players yelling pass
muffled by the blood pounding on her head
one unnerving thought
cold metal pressed onto her skin
her body melted into the hard exterior
buried her face in her hands
corner of her eye spots a teddy bear
a forgotten memory flashes across her mind
the sound of the court replaced by quiet hum of the fan
the pungent smell of sweat and leather dissipated AS scent of fabric
teddy bear softness comforts
memory hits lara like a hammer
her mothers words ring loud and clear
newfound energy, each stride radiating confidence and poise
overhead light illuminated her fierce and passionate eyes
deep breath meets the taunting eyes of teammates
bumpy leather of the ball