Gemotions

The coach's words hit Amelia like a jolt. "Amelia, we need you at outside hitter. Your speed and reach…it's perfect for this." Amelia swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. The shift in her stomach was undeniable. She nodded quickly, trying to appear composed, but her heart hammered against her ribs.

She barely registered the rest of the team huddling, the strategy talk dissolving into a buzzing in her ears. Her gaze kept drifting to the net, to the way the sunlight glinted off the polished wood of the floor. A prickling sensation blossomed across her skin as she pictured herself jumping, the power of her spike. She wanted to feel that impact, that release.

"Alright, let's see it," Coach boomed, clapping his hands. Amelia’s legs felt like they were charged with electricity as she jogged to her new position. The anticipation was a physical pressure, a thrilling tension.