“How Many times have I told you guys to communicate, so you guy can minimize all the mental mistakes?” coach shouted. “Are you guys just going to let the ball keep dropping in front of your face, and let them win this game without any “revolution”?” coach interrogated. The game started again. This time we were all fired up and ready to go, and we got back all the points that we gave away before. “The ball is coming over! Get ready, Guys!” I shouted anxiously. I could feel the ball pushing the wind towards me, “Mine! Mine! Mine!” with my high pitched shout as loud as I could, then I chased the ball and jump set it to my teammate, and then she bumped it right back to me. Once more I got ready and raised my hand as high as the sky and spiked it over the net, so we could win this game and go home. Every bug-eyes surrounded me. It made me feel like there are tons of rocks on my shoulders. BOOM! Suddenly my teammate’s face looked doleful. I did not get the last point, but I discerned that I had a crush on volleyball.
It seems like you really like volleyball! I think its great that you are very into a sport. It really helps mentally and physically!
ReplyDeleteI really like the metaphors that you used. Good job
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