Gemotions

The coach pointed a finger at him, the gesture landing like a physical blow. "You're moving to the bench." Michael, usually the star, felt the ground shift beneath his feet. The world narrowed, becoming a tight knot of anxiety. He sat down heavily, the stadium seats suddenly hard and unforgiving.

He watched the game from the sidelines, feeling a weird mix of frustration and intrigue. When his team was down a few points, he came on the field, and his first pass led to a touchdown.

He shouted, his voice cracking with a strange mixture of adrenaline and pure emotion.