Gemotions

The locker room seemed to shrink around Sarah. The announcement – she was moving from point guard to center – had just been made. Her hands trembled as she clutched her water bottle. The court, once her domain, now looked alien.

She ran a hand through her hair, the strands catching on her sweaty forehead. Her stomach churned. The thought of being in the paint, battling for rebounds, clashed with everything she knew about basketball. She had to be precise, fast. Now, she'd be bumping and grinding?

She opened her mouth to protest, but only a small, strangled sound escaped. Her teammates, their faces a mix of surprise and concern, felt far away. She couldn't do this. She wouldn't.