Gemotions

He slammed his locker shut, the metal door reverberating through the small, cramped space. Liam. Center forward, the team's top scorer. Now, the coach wanted him to play defense. "Your size, your physicality…" Liam’s stomach twisted with a familiar, unwelcome sensation.

He grabbed his bag, nearly tearing the strap in his haste. The locker room air felt thick, suffocating. He could feel his pulse hammering in his ears. He wasn't *needed* as a defender. He was built to score goals!

He heard the coach call his name from the doorway, but he pretended not to hear. He just wanted to get out, away from the unwanted… change. He wanted to hit the ball with fury.