It all started with one game

The locker room,Introductions

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3rd person

     There was a stressed aroma in the boys locker room. It was the first of March, and the team had a bad week, seeing as they surprisingly lost all the games that previous week. "Charlie, can you make sure that the ball isn't deflated again?" asked Xisuma, the team captain.

     He was around 6'4, was pretty fit but not scary kind of fit, more of 'I will protect you' fit, ya know? Nobody knows what his face looked like though, because he always wore a helmet that shows only his eyes. And when he couldn't or wasn't allowed to wear his helmet, he wore a paper bag with eye holes.

    "Sure!" exclaimed an excited Charlie. He was the older brother of the teams best player, but he was only the mascot and team supporter/supplier. He was around 5'2, wore glasses like his younger brother, had a mop of blondish brown hair also like his brother, and had a long green gash along his neck, also splattered around his face and body. He claims it's just paint, but it's been on his body since he transferred schools. Speaking of his younger brother,The door to the locker room opened and in came a small child-looking man holding his uniform over his arm.

    He was around 5'6, wore red glasses, which were similar to Charlie's just different color, and looked a bit skinny. Only Charlie knew why and he never told anyone. His hair was a mix between a brown and blonde. So like a dirty blond. He had cute little freckles that dotted his checks and the bridge of his nose, and he had soft grey eyes that could befriend even the worst bullies, and yet he was still bullied. Mostly by his girlfriend, but we'll get to that later.

     "Hey! There he is,the best volleyball player there is! With an exception of last week." Said the one they called Scott while rolling his eyes."Oh yea?Well you can take that Scottish accent and your sarcasm out onto the court and use your skills for once win the game for us."Said Grian Slimecicle,The younger,yet more athletically talented brother of Charlie Slimecicle.

"Hey little bro! How are you doing after the talk with coach?" Asked Charlie, yelling over the machine that filled the volleyball with enough air to play. "Oh you know, the usual" he cleared his throat, and made a deep, horrible American accent " 'Grian, you're the pride and joy of this team and I couldn't be prouder' speech."

     Scott just laughed as he walked by, nudging Grian with his elbow. "Well, I mean mom and dad are proud, and they do encourage you to try your best." Charlie said wholeheartedly. "Aw, look at you finally being mature." said Grian, pretending to cry and put a hand on his heart. Charlie just sighed and rolled his eyes, bouncing the ball to X, who caught it with ease.

     "You're the one who's growing up, soon you'll leave the house to grow your career, maybe meet a nicer person and start a family with them and bring on a new generation of volleyball champions!" He said, throwing his hands up it excitement. "Whoa now, I'm not that old. " Grian said, holding up his hands. "Alright, enough joking, around I need to change." he said chuckling as he entered the closest stall.