Gemotions

"David, we need you to try the back row. Your defense is strong, and we need that," the coach’s voice felt like an accusation. David felt a wave of icy dread wash over him. He was a hitter, a scorer. He loved the glory.

The thought of switching filled him with resentment. The coach was smiling, trying to make the news pleasant, but David felt nothing but coldness. He could feel his fists clenching. He turned away, staring at the floor.

The bright lights in the gym seemed to intensify, making the air feel thick and heavy. He wanted to shout, but he just stood there, a knot of frustration building in his chest.