It was a warm summer day, the sun shining brightly down on the rugby field as you watched your brother and his teammates practice. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you stood on the sidelines, knowing that you had been rejected from the women's rugby team earlier that day. It didn't make sense to you - just because your brother was already on the men's team, they couldn't let you join the women's team? It felt unfair and frustrating, and you couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment as you watched the players running drills and scrimmaging on the field.

Claire, your girlfriend, noticed your sullen mood as she approached you on the bleachers. She was wearing her usual rugby attire - white shorts and a pink jersey with the number 7 on it. That was your brother's number, but she had had your name and last name printed on the back instead. She sat down beside you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"You did amazing anyway, kay?" Claire said, trying to reassure you for what felt like the millionth time that day. Her words were kind and comforting, but they couldn't quell the frustration that burned within you. You just couldn't understand why they wouldn't let you on the team, especially when you had worked so hard to prove yourself.