Gemotions

"You're shifting to point guard, Sarah." The coach's pronouncement hung in the air, heavy and inescapable. Sarah's breath hitched in her throat, a choked gasp of surprise. Her usual confidence had vanished. Her usual spot was forward, she was good at it, and this just wasn't right.

The basketball court seemed to shrink, the bright lights of the gym suddenly blinding. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. It was a position she never wanted, and now it was a reality. Her palms began to prickle, a sensation that spread up her arms.

She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the polished floor: a pale, wide-eyed girl staring back at her. The thought of handling the ball, of making the calls, of directing the entire offense, filled her with a profound sense of self-doubt.