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Tryouts...

The LAST A/N, I SWEAR....for now, but i just needed to tell yall this properly. Sorry i'm being anmoying and posting this many A/ns THIS IS THE LAST TIME, I PROMISE.

well, i wanted to use my aUtHoR's...sKiLl to try and explain to u guys how tryouts went.

In conclusion, it was horrible.

So, tryouts were at 2:30, but i thought they were at 2:00 bc thats wut mah mom said. So, we left at 2:00. I was already terrified bc Im making a bad impression FOR BEING LATE.

Then she tells me we have to go pick up my friend because her car broke down. Great. I start having a literal panic attack. My mom notices and she's like
"Calm down. What's wrong?"

"We'Re SuPpOsEd To Be tHeRe At 2:00" i say panicking.

"no, its at 2:30, chill your tits."

So then I calm the frickity frack down, and we pick up my friend. She's one grade younger than I am. We arrive at the school and the lady takes our temperature bc, you know, cOrOnA.

She tells us to wash our hands. Im nervous over here, so i didnt pay attention. I go to my friends, who are lined up against the wall, and I put my stuff down beside them. "DiD sHe SaY tO gO wAsH oUr HaNdS?" I ask, LITERALLY T R E M B L I N G.

so i go wash my hands. We walk back, and line ourselves against the wall. My friends are in the beginning of the line, but my other friend is all alone in the back. So i take my stuff and go to the back.

Then they come out.

The bitch who spiked the ball to my stomach is gonna be probating us. So, naturally, my panic goes up all the way. They separate us by grade, then they separate us by who was in the team last year. Thankfully, im with most of my friends, so i calm down a little.

Me being me, however, decides to be me.

Whenever i get nervous, i act like a fool. I will literally start pulling uncle puns and uncontrollably laugh if im nervous. Like. Bad.

SO ANYWAY.

They split us up and put us in a single file line. Thankfully l, get another probator, or whatever, and SHE ISNT THAT MUCH BETTER THAN THE OTHER ONE.

she's like Tsukki. She is LITERALLY a foot taller than me and she looks down at me with a nasty glare. And whenever you do something wrong, it shows up on her face.

s c a r y.

So anyway, she lined us up against the middle of the gym. She starts tossing the ball so we can recieve it.

So, she tossed the ball to me. Apparently, I was moving my arms up while receiving, and i was only supposed to move my body, not my arms. I was doing both. ._."

So with that being said, i started panicking. Like. Bad. Again.

The next time it was my turn, she said that she was gonna toss it short.

Did the same thing.

Then she said she was gonna toss it high, so we could step back amd recieve.

Welp, WHEN DOES ANYTHING GO MAH WAY, AHAHAHAHA.

It didnt..

I was supposed to recieve...

But i set on instinct.

At least i know i can set good.

The girl that was helping us looks at the other one. They just stand there shocked.

"U-Uhm that was good...." one of them says. PfFt. Like i believe them. But i go with it, and just...wALk aWaY.

Then my turn comes around again. I set on instinct. Again. BRO, I NEED FUCKING HELP.

So i panic. I walk away. Then they split us up into another two groups. Both of the groups are facing each other, and so we start passing the ball to each other. The ball never made it halfway. Not my fault that time. *gay relief*

So then they split us up again. We practice recieving, ( which i suck. I didnt even know i sucked that bad until i came there.) I was dying throughout. But then....

We changed to setting.

The devilish smirk on my face was priceless. So then we practiced setting. She was explaining to the girl in front of me how to set, since she was setting with her palms. I was getting impatient, cAuSe I rEaLlY wAnT tO sEt. So then my turn came.

The girl looked at me and was like, "oh you already know how to set." Me being me, that boosted my ego up like......yay.

Sounded really bratty there. Forget i said that.

Anyway, i set and dadadadada and finally.....

The moment ive been waiting for...

The moment has come. The hours I've spent outside practicing, breaking windows, spraining feet, slamming balls. (Thats what she said) getting sunburnt...would all come into use.

Serving.

HA. THOSE FUCKERS NEVER SAW MY SERVE COMING. I almost elbowed my friend in the face, BUT THATS FINE....sorry 'nylah.

Overall, tryouts were very....TERRIBLE.

i sucked ass.

Like. Sucked.

But i made the team.

I MADE THE TEAM. OMFG I MADE THE TEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAMMM.

*unholy screeching*

IGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA, THANK YOU GUYS FOR EVERYTHING. I PROMISE I WONT LET YOU DOWN. I WILL TAKE ALL OF YOUR ADVICE TO HEART.

I TREATED THAT SPOT LIKE THE LAST PIECE OF MEAT ON EARTH.

IDK IF I DESERVE IT, PROLLY NOT, BUT I GOT IT, AND I WONT LET IT GO. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH. I COULDNT HAVE DONE THIS WITHOUT YOUR MOTIVATION. THANK YOU.

FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, I THANK YOU GUYS FOR READING THIS STORY, FOR GOING THROUGH WITH MY SHIT, AND MOTIVATING ME. I WILL GET BETTER FOR ALL OF YOU, AND ILL RECIEVE AS MANY SPIKES TO THE STOMACH, IF THATS WHAT IT TAKES TO TELL YOU GUYS HOW THANKFUL I AM.

THANK YOU FOR ENCOURAGING ME WITH YOUR THOUGHTFULL WORDS, AND I PROMISE I WONT LET YOU DOWN.