Gemotions

The ice rink felt colder than usual. “We need you to play center, Finn.” Finn, a winger, felt a ripple of resentment. Center was about strategy and responsibility, not the exhilarating freedom he enjoyed. He glanced at the other players, their excited chatter like a foreign language.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden heat that flushed his face. He’d show them all. He'd make them regret it. The harsh white glare of the rink lights seemed to highlight every flaw. He wasn't going to submit. He wouldn't. He slowly tightened his grip on his hockey stick.