Gemotions

He had been the starting quarterback for the past three seasons. Now, Coach Miller was gesturing towards the offensive line. "Ethan, you're moving to tackle. We need more size up front." Ethan stood frozen on the field, the late afternoon sun warm on his face, but a chill coursed through him. The air seemed to crackle around his ears. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly tight. This wasn't supposed to happen. He'd poured his heart into honing his skills, perfecting his throws. His gaze darted to his teammates, a silent plea for someone to clarify the situation, to explain that it was all a cruel joke.