Gemotions

The hot gym air pressed down on Sarah as she stood, arms crossed, listening to the new plan. She was used to being the setter, orchestrating the plays. But now…

Coach Evans gestured towards the opposite side of the court. “We need you to try outside hitter, Sarah. Your height and power would give us a real advantage.” Her shoulders hunched. The change felt like a mountain in front of her.

Her usually lively eyes seemed dull. The thought of hitting, of relying on others to set for her, felt exhausting. She imagined all the work.

“Okay,” she said quietly, her voice lacking its usual confidence. The court seemed vast and unfamiliar.