Rough Draft: Querencia

     As I enter the rusty blue truck, I could smell the cherry air freshener. Driving on the unpaved roads of Ewa Beach to Mililani is a hassle. Out of excitement, I tell my dad to speed up as I rush to put on the ripped knee pads, pretzel like ankle braces, and oversized mizunos. Finally, I have reached my destination. I grab all that I need out of the truck and race to the gym, hearing the gravel scrape against the grip underneath my shoes.

     I hear whistles blowing in all directions, the sound of hustling feet, and my teammates yelling at me to hurry up and warm up with them. Our coach leads us in dynamic exercises, high knees, shuffles, power skips, ect. After we finish our sweaty warm ups, we start off in doing some drills to improve our skills.

     First was serving. I grab the dull, stripped black and yellow ball out of the cart and sprinted to the back line of the waxed court. Taking a deep breath, I bounce the ball 5 times, stepping towards where I want to go, and swing at the ball. Watching the bomb-like ball fly over the net as it floats to my target. Everyone cheers, for we didn't have to run because of a missed serve. Passing was next. We all raced to the right corner of the court eager to be first in line. The swirling circles were being tossed in all directions and you could hear hustling feet and their voices calling their ball out, " I GOT IT " ! The ball goes to the far left of me as I dive to pass a perfect ball. Whistle blows. Signaling that we're done with practice. We all sigh, and beg our coach for an extra hour. Looking at the Nixon watch on his wrist and nods his head, we all cheer for joy.

     We split up into teams and play a mini game! Six people on the court. Whistle blows, beconing the server to serve. My team gets an ace for the passer on the other side missed the ball, by a lot. We're on a serving streak, she's still serving the ball to their weakest link scoring points here and there. Game's over, 25-0. We all shake hands, give and recieve friendly comments to one another. All of us look like we came out of the shower. We worked hard today. After practices we always have some free time to reflect on how practice was and how we're doing. I can say we all agree that school's a drag with all the homework and projects and we get stressed out. Coming to Volleyball Practice is a "stress reliever". Our "medicine" to our problems.