Not An Ordinary Volleyball Game

Today after school I got on the bus to go to a volleyball game. Since the moment I got on the bus I was anxious to play. I never had this feeling, before. I was thinking about how good I was going to play. When we arrived we started warming up, I was on fire. I would throw myself to floor no matter what, to save the ball. I was spiking really hard and with direction. I hit a ball so hard and so steep nailing it right down to the ground, as the boys did. I felt really proud of myself, after spiking it, I covered my mouth in disbelief, I couldn’t believe it was me doing that. Next we continued the warm up serving, I hit the balls straight and hard: I felt so powerful.

Finally the game began, we gathered around the coach and I knew she was going to put me in to start the game. I mean after all that amazing warm up, I wouldn’t understand if she didn’t. Usually I got really nervous in the games and sometimes even shy if I made a mistake. Due to this, I would always do half the swing when I spiked, hitting the ball softly to make sure it went in, but today I said no more. I want to make a difference: I want to make a point. So, I decided I was going to hit the ball hard and give it my best no matter what. No more this mediocrity, when I was so much better than that, it was time for me to show others and myself I was capable. That is when I asked the setter to set me the ball, she set it and bang I smashed that ball right into the ground. It was so fast and such at the perfect angle, no one in the other team had a chance to even touch it. It fell right in the cort at the blink of an eye.

Next came time for me to serve, usually in games I would get so nervous, my hand would shake and the ball would fall right in front of me, but not this time. I served five times straight, my serves were going perfectly knocking the other players one by one. Then I hit couple more balls with all my strength, making me realize I could handle my strength and put it to good use. I was hitting as good and hard as the boys, I had taken out the masculine part of me.

At the end of the game, the coach was shocked, she congratulated me and told me she knew I was that good all along, all I needed to do is risk and shake off that insercureness I once had. I felt really proud of myself, like never before. All my teammates came up to me and said wow! Great job, your hitting incredible. It felt so good, after all my confidence was worth it. I had proven myself I was capable: I was the best.