A Volleyball Narrative

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Twelve dedicated players, two teams, countless hours of grueling practice, one court, one game. Some people live their lives for their career, with their mind simply set on making money, or being popular, with their worries solely revolving around whether or not a person likes them. Although there is another select group of individuals who live for one thing and one thing only, sports. Or more specifically, volleyball. With all the rules, practice, and necessity to perfect my technique, there is no end to my strive in improving my playing. Even when my muscles ache, my bruises refuse to cease, my skin is endlessly torn by the glossy court and all I want to do is quit, that’s when I just have to push harder. In the end it’s all worth it and I regret nothing. When I moved here from Montana, about a month before freshman year started, I didn’t know a single person. The mere thought of walking into this monstrous school by myself was enough to terrify me. I was especially nervous the morning of the first day of volleyball tryouts. I specifically remember walking into the palace with my mom and seeing all the other girls, huddled together in their little cliques, talking about how their summers had been. Thanks to my extreme shyness my stomach dropped to my toes and I had to convince myself not to drop everything and run out of the gym, like I so badly wanted to. Luckily I made it through those two agonizing days of tryouts and managed to become friends with everyone on my team, most of whom I still play with to this day. There is one specific game from this season that stands out in my mind more than any other. We were playing Century, we had already lost the first two matches, won the third, and were nearing the end of the fourth, which would determine whether we would continue into the fifth or tragically lose to our rivals. We were getting closer to them in the

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