twenty-one-year-old, Ivone (ee-von) Flowers, is a hard-working college senior with plans to not only graduate but move out from her parent's home as her journey of adulthood begins.
but one day, as she was walking to her next class, she spotted some...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I HATE TO LOVE VOLLEYBALL. is simultaneously the greatest yet most tiring sport I've ever played.
When I was younger, I had always wanted to play volleyball. In middle school it was affordable and was a great way to get into the scene. They even had a program that helped sponsor students in high school and college that made the sport affordable. However, with me relocating so many times growing up, it was almost impossible to be consistent. But as a college student, the opportunities are endless including how much money and effort I want to put into them. For the last few months, I've been very active in the volleyball scene, from learning the basic mechanics of a pass to becoming a setter. It was a great feeling, an accomplishment that made me want to achieve more.
It had taken a bit of effort, but we are currently battling for 2nd place in the championships. It would be our first time placing in the top 5 since the start of the season. At the beginning, I was struggling to keep up, but now we finally had it in the bag and this would be our first time as the women's club getting to this spot.
The referee blew the whistle, signaling for the ball to be served by the other team. It was a very tense moment as we were on our last set at match point (15 serve 14). It was quiet in the gym as it had been a heated game, and people who weren't even there to watch us play stopped to watch the showdown. We were going against the men's club hailing it the battle of the sexes.
Ready to win the victory, the other team squatted low in preparation for receiving our teammate's fierce float serve. The sweat on my forehead dripped down my face and my chest heaved as I waited desperately. We needed to win this.
She tossed the ball high into the air, running at lightning speed before jumping and smashing the ball down into the other side of the court. As fast it was sent it came back.
"Mine!" Mia yelled bracing her body to receive the hit.
She was in the middle back of the court, our Libero. She absorbed the fast hit so much that her body fell backward and the ball went sky high.
Without thinking, my body found itself under the ball as if it were falling in slow motion, my breathing slowing and my thinking sharp as a calculate what to do.
"Pike!"
"Four, four!"
All of my teammates began begging me to set the ball to the. I knew that this was a moment any spiker would kill for, but also a vulnerable spot to be blocked or their ball caught for the other side to play their strategy.
I had an idea, though, one I had never successfully pulled before. It was a risky but I had to try.
"One!" I yelled out, causing my middle player to prepare her self .
