Gemotions

The green of the football field was a familiar comfort to Jake. He’d played linebacker since he was a kid, relishing the controlled chaos, the hard hits, the thrill of making a tackle. The smell of freshly cut grass, the energy of the crowd – it all invigorated him. Coach Peterson called him over, his voice gravelly. "Jake, we're moving you to quarterback." Jake stared, then a slow smile spread across his face. He’d always secretly yearned for the responsibility, the command of the offense, the strategy. He straightened his shoulders, and his eyes brightened. He knew he could do it.