Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. "We're going to put you at outside hitter, Chloe." Chloe's fists clenched so tight her nails bit into her palms. She was a middle blocker, a force. It was who she *was*.

A tremor ran through her, starting in her toes and spreading upwards. Her jaw locked, making speech impossible.

She could feel the cold tile floor of the gymnasium through her shoes. The sounds of the other players seemed distant, a muffled roar.

Her vision blurred. She hated the feeling of being… manipulated. She had to swallow back a wave of nausea.