Sally
I stood in Coach's office, my eyes fixed on the floor. Coach didn't look happy—not one bit.
"Oh, look who it is—the prodigal daughter has returned," she remarked.
I looked up and quickly typed on my phone, "I'm really sorry," before showing it to her.
"And what am I supposed to do with that?" she snapped. "It's over. Go home, Sally. I'm not accepting you back."
Without thinking, I fell to my knees, catching Coach off guard.
Coach stared at me, wide-eyed, as I knelt before her. "What are you doing, Sally? Don't think I'll accept you back after what you did—going AWOL? Are you crazy? What if we had a big match?"
Tears welled up in my eyes, but Coach didn't look away, her anger unwavering. "Stand up now and leave," she commanded.
I shook my head, refusing to move.
"Fine!" Coach
