Gemotions

The air in the gym hung heavy with the smell of sweat and anticipation. Coach Lawson stood before the young player, Emily, trying to maintain a serious demeanor. He found it difficult.

Emily, with her heart of gold and her utter lack of coordination, was a legend in the making. The way she'd trip over her own feet during warmups had become a weekly highlight. The opposing team always started their drills with laughter.

"Emily," he said, his voice unusually high-pitched. He cleared his throat. "We need to have a talk." He watched her carefully. His lips began to twitch.