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Sweat beaded on Maya’s forehead, but a smile played on her lips as she walked off the court. She’d just sunk the winning three-pointer, sealing the regional championship. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but it wasn't fear; it was exhilaration.

Coach Ramirez beckoned her over. "Maya, you've got a natural feel for the game. We’ve had a player go down with an injury. I'd like you to move to point guard."

Maya’s eyes widened slightly, then a surge of warmth spread through her. Her usual position was forward. The responsibility of point guard was significant, a huge leap. "I can do that, Coach." She said, her voice steady. She bounced the ball a few times, a newfound confidence coursing through her. She was ready.