Gemotions

The weight of the helmet felt heavier than usual. Sarah felt her face flush, heat creeping up her neck. They wanted her to pitch, but she’d been the catcher. The catcher! She’d called the game, knew every batter's weakness, commanded the diamond. Now, they were shifting her to the mound.

She forced a tight smile. The coach's explanation felt patronizing. He didn't understand. She wasn't just a player; she was the engine of this team. She imagined her teammates whispering, assuming she’d failed.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself. Fine. She would show them. She would pitch, and she would dominate. She would make them regret ever doubting her.