He got an envelope with his sign up sheet and money returned to him. “Lack of interest in the summer league”
His heart dropped, and quickly felt foolish. The anxiety over deciding to join, the imaginary future conversations, even the jogging to get in shape; they all seemed very stupid.
He was glad he hadn't mention it to his family yet. Or maybe he had learned to expect something like this.
So to them, he'll have another lost summer, spent like very other one in the past.
But they won't know it wasn't from lack of trying.