Creative Writing #3

RINGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!! “Finally, time for lunch!” I thought.

After four classes, AP Math, AP English, AP History, and Science, I was exhausted and ready to eat my turkey sandwich and talk with my friends. I still had two more classes, volleyball, and theatre, my two favorites. As I walked over to my group of friends, I turned to see my worst enemy, Victoria, staring right at me, looking with a green eyed laser beam glare. I stared right back and continued walking towards my friends. When I reached them, Olivia asked, “What was that about?” “I don’t know.” I replied “Ya, what’s her problem.” Gwen questioned. “Good question.” said Taylor.

Later, when I was just about to serve the volleyball over the net, I heard, “Emily! Try to actually get it over the net this time!” I whipped around to find Victoria standing in the top bleachers and cupping her hands to her mouth just about to through another insult my way. “Why don’t you come down here and do it yourself Vic, and we’ll see what you should be saying.” I yelled back. “Fine!” She called and started making her way towards me.

“Seventeen!!” I shouted at Victoria as she missed her seventeenth serve. “Try stepping up to the ten foot line now.” I called. She took one step forward and she was there. “Now tell me how come you can’t make it over. Is it too hard? Here, let me try.” I grabbed the volleyball and serve it perfectly, flat, fast, and floating, over the net and listened for the satisfying thump as the volleyball landed about a foot from the end line.

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