It was my second period class, P.E., and for the last two days, my team had lost every volleyball game that we played. With every step we took to the next game’s designated court, our morale slowly dropped. Our team was the first to serve but nobody amongst us thought that that small detail would matter. The game began, the ball went up, Cameron’s hand made contact and the volleyball flew forward! Would we have luck, even if it lasted for only one game? Without any thought you can already guess what the answer was.
Then, out of the blue, things took a change for the good! We had gained the serve again, and this time Veisel was serving. I watched Veisel send the ball soaring up and over the net and, just when we needed it most, we scored! It sent a spark to rekindle the team’s fire of hope. We were finally going to win! In what seemed like only mere minutes the game was tied and it was my serve! The entire team was depending on me. I swung my arm and hit the ball and it went over the net in a perfect arch, we were going to win! Then, all of my hopes collapsed, as the ball curved right and went out of bounds. Victory was so close, but I blew it. We lost by one point.
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