The Last Serve BY: ALINA MITHANI

On a beautiful fall day, when I could feel a slight breeze that bristled through my hair, when I could hear my feet stepping on the rainbow-colored crunchy leaves.

When I could see the kids play in the park beside me, and when I could smell the plants and trees and beautiful fall breeze. It was my favorite time of the year, fall.

While my mom drove me and some of my team members to the game, she bought us all some Jimmy Johns and Dairy Queen since our match(es) would start in about half an hour. When we got in the gym, all of my team members were there, and so was my coach. I realized they were waiting. We all walked into the smaller gym on the other side with really tense faces on.

That's when me and my team got into pairs of two. We bumped, spiked, dove, set and laughed. Some of us fell and we helped each other up. When I had to solo with my partner, I spiked the ball as hard and accurate as I could get.

The game was going to start in just 5 minutes. My team members and I ran to the locker room gulping the last sips of our water, and chewing crazily the rest of our leftover chips. We sprinted to the bathroom and then we each gathered around the chairs set behind another gym teacher’s office.

The girl served it over the net and my friend had a chance to bump it to her other team member who set it up to another team member who knocked the other team dead by spiking to the floor. And that's exactly what happened. The team members that were sitting on the chairs watching, (like me) stood up and cheered.

I bumped the ball and my closest team member set it back to me. I knew I wasn't very good at spiking, and if I bumped the ball again, then I would be considered a beginner. So I knew what I had to do. I spiked the ball as hard as I could and it went over the net and 2 players on the other side dove for it and the ball hit the ground.

We celebrated and celebrated and practiced. We said good game to the losers and started to eat our food while the other two schools battled between who was going to face us in the championships.

My team and coach counted on me. The whistle blew which meant i had to serve. I threw the ball up, and it fell back down. I knew i could only do that once. Then I served. I made it. They spiked it back. We spiked it back. This happened for about 45 seconds. It was actually a very long time. At the end, I bumped to my partner and spiked it back. I didn't know for sure if we were going to win. The other player on the opposite team dove and bumped low, one member of the other team tried to save it but couldn't. We had won the championships.

My team and coach counted on me. The whistle blew which meant i had to serve. I threw the ball up, and it fell back down. I knew i could only do that once. Then I served. I made it. They spiked it back. We spiked it back. This happened for about 45 seconds. It was actually a very long time. At the end, I bumped to my partner and spiked it back. I didn't know for sure if we were going to win. The other player on the opposite team dove and bumped low, one member of the other team tried to save it but couldn't. We had won the championships.

There were hollers and whistles and clapping and hugging and screaming

fainting. (Really a mom fainted). I couldn't believe it. We took pictures and hugged and promised never to forget that day.

We ate hot, fresh, brown brownies. We had won.

We held the trophy and all kissed it.

We reunited and knew that we would all come back next year to start a new journey and earn another trophy.

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