Gemotions

"So, you're saying you want me to try out as a point guard?" Sarah stared at Coach Thompson, her jaw set. Basketball had always been a solitary pursuit for her. She was a dominant center, used to dominating the paint.

The court suddenly seemed vast, a wide-open space she wasn't sure how to navigate. Her fingers drummed against her leg. She imagined the constant movement, the passing, the responsibility.

Her breath came in shallow, rapid pants. She thought about the pressure of the game, the precision required. The other girls were watching, whispering. She had always hated being the center of attention.