Gemotions

The roar of the crowd seemed to penetrate right through Maya, vibrating inside her bones. She glanced at the bench, the familiar sight of her teammates now blurred. The coach had informed her earlier that she was to be point guard. She had always played forward, utilizing her size and strength under the basket. The thought of handling the ball, of being the primary distributor, made her hands sweat. She gripped the cold metal of the water bottle, her knuckles white, feeling completely overwhelmed by what the coach had demanded.