𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 7

Commencement of the third set has been announced by the resonating sound of a whistle, as the girls from both teams took their positions on the court.

Now is the right time to get past the 80%. I have to use more of my speed and strength while I still have a chance.

This whole time, Y/n has been suppressing her speed and strength as much as she could, waiting for the right moment to use it all properly.

This moment, actually wasn't a moment in which she attempted to use it all, but she at least aimed for going past 80%. Even going up by five percent would make a discernable difference.

This time, my limit will be 85%, using anything past that would be a waste. I have to save my best for the nationals.

She seemed determined and assertive to everyone whose gaze landed on her, anyone would be able to sense her dominance, but barely anyone would be able to notice the feeling of anxiety boiling inside of her body and mind.

Her palms were steadily sweating under all the pressure and nervousness around and inside her. Everyone was agitated, which was to be expected since this match was the last step that would lead to attending the nationals.

Everyone on this court wanted to go to the nationals, some more, some less, but they all wanted the same thing. To win. Nobody likes losing, being called a loser, remembering their failures. And certainly nobody here wanted to leave this building as a person whose team lost in the match that would be leading them straight to the nationals.

She was aware of the fact that everyone here was determined to win, but she knew it damn well that nobody on this court was close to her when it came to determination.

She always fought to win. Of course, she enjoyed having fun during various competitions, but she would always mainly start competing in order to win.

And even though she always seemed to attract the attention with her assertiveness, she actually hated getting it.

Mom, you will say that you are proud of me. I will make you say it even if it's the last thing I'll set myself up to. You will smile and tell me that you truly are proud of me. You will admit that volleyball is indeed an awesome sport and that it is worth every second that is spent on it.

She thought to herself as she bit her lower lip nervously, waiting for the opposite team to serve first.

The match was happening so fast, but to her everything appeared in a slow motion. Her mind was wandering elsewhere, but her body was playing on its own.

Of course, she didn't play as well as she usually would when her mind was actually commited to the match she was in, but she was still doing great.

And now that her mind seemed to completely abandon the ongoing match, a dark silhouette formed in her head. It was too gloomy and blurry for her to actually perceive who it belonged to, but after only a few seconds, she could clearly see who it was, as her mind seemed to rewind years back into the past.

„Y/n! Dinner is ready, come inside already!”

As the thunderous sound of her mother's voice reached her ears, she grabbed the volleyball with both hands, glancing over to the feminine figure standing at the door sill.

„I'll be right there in three minutes!”

„No! Come in right now, young lady!”

„But mom! Let me practice serving one more time!”

„Y/n, inside, now!”

She frowned at her mother's angered tone, as she hesitantly turned towards the door, slowly pacing in its direction.