I wish the other team good luck
The stands are filled with people
I really hope I don't suck.
The serve comes over the net
A teammate receives the ball
I get ready to take my approach
I should have an advantage because I'm tall.
Everyone is watching
The ball is set
I start moving forward
I hope I hit it over the net.
It's on its way down
I jump up into the air
My arms go back
The ball is right there.
I make contact
It surpasses the net
It's on its way down
But it's not there yet.
It hits the floor
There is a loud noise
The point is ours
I'm filled with all kind of joys.
This is the feeling I love
Having an important role on the team
I feel so accomplished
This is my dream.
Allison F
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