Gemotions

"We're going to put you at tackle, David. You've got the size." The coach's words hung in the air. David felt a wave of heat wash over him. He, a wide receiver? Now he’d be blocking instead of catching? He clenched and unclenched his jaw. His hands wanted to find something to break.

The humid air of the locker room felt heavy. He felt his breath quicken, his pulse pound in his ears. He wanted to argue, to protest, to shout. Instead, he just stared at the floor, fighting to suppress the fury threatening to erupt.