She Play's Bench

1,2,3, TEAM!" My coach points to the girls he wants in the game and the rest of us sit, the bleacher under me has become an unwelcomed part of my day. I hear the crowd making noise around me but I tune it out, I listen to the voice of my coach as he lists our mistakes. The game soon resumes and his attention soon turns back to that, yelling at the girls out on the court to give it more effort. I sit with other girls from my team but they don't address me, they haven't since the beginning of the year. Sometimes I wondered why I even play and then I remember how it all started...