Gemotions

The coach called him over after practice, a sly look on his face. “Ethan, we need to talk about your batting.” Ethan steeled himself. He knew what was coming. The entire season he'd worked hard, and he had been doing well. He thought he deserved to remain in the outfield.

“We’re going to try you at designated hitter.” Ethan's shoulders slumped. He felt a wave of icy fury sweep over him. Designated hitter? It felt like a demotion, a way to sideline him.

He bit the inside of his cheek, tasting the metallic tang of blood. He wanted to argue, to demand an explanation. But all that came out was a curt, "Okay." He'd show them. He'd show them all.