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                                                                                                                                            THE GAME


      My team just made the winning point for my team. Do you no what sport I’m even talking about, it all started way back three months ago. When a teacher made an announcement about the coed volleyball team. And I new I would never leave this sport. Some say it was love at first site. I call it “true love” some say I should quite but I say it’s a life long dream. I need to be a volleyball player. Every day at 5;30pm I have volleyball practice until 8;30pm we practice our spikes and serves and all the other good things to help us win our games. Then I go home and get my homework done. Than wake up the next day and go to school, and do it all over again. Tomorrow were going to have a game against the Olympic champs. They are all girls and they are massive. My team has the smallest kids in school except for this one giant girl that I think is part man or something. Her name is Steve. She is the only hope we have; because us boys can’t even get the ball over the net. Then she hits it and the ball catches on fire and goes threw the ground. Today is the day were going to play the giants. When I first saw them they looked like full-grown men with mustaches and long hair. When Steve stood next to them she looked tiny.


            The game is now starting we serve first they hit it back, it seems like we hit it bake and fourth forever. Until we get tied up with eleven seconds left of the game, and they are serving. They slam it over the net, we hit it back. And than we missed the ball at that point I was thinking well that sucked but out of the corner of my eye Steve was sprinting. She tripped and hit her face, but when she came back up her head hit the ball and made the game winning point. We all ran over and helped her up, she was ok. That night we all partied at my house celebrating our win. 


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