I was sitting at the table, 1 cinnamon roll and 1 egg, scrambled, on my plate. I was tired, I had gone to bed late the previous night.
I was sitting at the table, 1 cinnamon roll and 1 egg, scrambled, on my plate. I was tired, I had gone to bed late the previous night. That evening I had my third volleyball game of the season and I was horrified by the very thought of it. I was not good at volleyball and this time my grandparents would be there, making me even more nervous. I sluggishly left the house in whatever clothes I could find. I didn't want to go to school, or at least the game. I was sluggish like this the rest of the day. As the end of the day bell rang, I inched towards the locker room from language arts. It took me awhile because, luckily, my language arts class was on the other side of the school. As I got dressed, left the locker room, and went to the court in the gym, I saw my grandparents. I knew if I messed up they, or my teammates, would never let me live it down. The game started a little later, too soon, actually. The other team served first and we went on with the game.
In the third quarter of the game, something very embarrassing happened to me. As our team served the ball over the net, the other team bumped it back. The ball flew for what felt like forever. It started coming down, lower and lower. As gravity took its toll, the ball landed, smack dab, on the crown of my head. I fell to the floor with a thud and I could only replay the situation again and again in my mind. I could see the ball, opening its large jaw, engulfing itself over my head, smacking me with its hard leather exterior. I thought of how embarrassing it was. My teammates must have been mad; my grandparents must have been embarrassed, and the other team must have been laughing. As I opened my eyes and got up, I looked at the other team, laughing as I thought, I then looked at my grandparents, they were sympathetically smiling, and my teammates, laughing. But, not a mocking laugh, the kind of laugh that friends have and they all rushed to help me up.
We ended up loosing, 25 to 15, possibly because of me. Even though we lost, we gave everyone on the other team a high-five. Not the under- the -net- "Good- job- not-really- though" type of high- five. The kind that is way up in the sky, given with smiles on our faces, telling them things like "Nice set" or " did you see when the ball hit me, funny right?" Even having lost, we all felt like winners