Gemotions

Sarah, the star striker of the soccer team, stood frozen, the wind whipping her ponytail across her face. "Sarah," Coach Miller said, his voice clipped and decisive, "we need you in defense. Your speed, your agility… we can’t waste it up front."

A chill snaked up Sarah's spine. *Waste it?* The word echoed in her mind. All those years, all those goals, all that practice to get to this point. Now, she was deemed… *wasted*? She stared out at the field, the bright green expanse suddenly mocking her.

Her feet remained rooted to the spot, reluctant to move. The joy had drained from her face. She imagined herself, stuck back there, watching others run with the ball, getting to score.