Gemotions

Sarah slammed her locker shut with a resounding clang. Her teammate, Emily, flinched, but Sarah didn’t apologize. "Point guard?" the coach had said. "We need your court vision, your leadership." She felt a surge of heat rush through her, a prickling sensation on her skin.

She had spent years perfecting her outside shot, honing her skills as a forward. Now, they were asking her to change everything. She grabbed her water bottle, squeezing it so tight she thought it might crack. Her face felt hot, and the corners of her mouth turned down.

She took a long, deliberate swig of water, the cool liquid doing little to ease the turmoil inside. She knew she could play point guard, sure, but the sting of the perceived injustice was a bitter taste in her mouth. She wanted to smash something.