Gemotions

He’d always felt a bit overshadowed, lost in the shuffle as a winger. So when the coach called him over, gesturing towards the center-forward position, his pulse quickened. He hadn't expected to be moved up, not yet anyway.

A smile crept across his face, impossible to suppress. He imagined the goal, the energy, the feeling of the crowd. He was no longer on the periphery. He was in the heart of the action. This was his chance to shine, to be the player he knew he could be.

He stood up tall, shoulders back, and started toward the field. His legs felt lighter, ready to run.