Lyka, a dedicated volleyball player, practices with her team, displaying skill and determination.
The court is filled with the sound of balls being spiked, shouts of encouragement, and the scuffling of sneakers.
The coach yelled, "Come on, team! Push harder! We're getting closer to the championship!"
Lyka and her teammates exchange determined glances, their competitive spirits ignited.
They continue their intense training, diving for balls and executing precise plays.
An hour later...
Lyka and her teammates take a much-needed break, sitting on the bleachers, panting and catching their breath.
Lyka reaches for her phone, noticing several messages from Cheska.
"Gosh, I have to respond..."
< Lyka: Don't worry about it, i'm also sorry, I was busy >
< Lyka: I think your idea is already good enough >
She opens the conversation with Cheska and begins reading her messages regarding their oral communication project.
Lyka ponders Cheska's ideas, her mind processing the content.
One teammate spoke, "Lyka, who are you messaging" She eyes the contact.
"It's Cheska, my classmate. We're working together on our oral communication project."
The second teammate gasps, "Wait, THE Cheska La Ayala? DUDE! SHE'S A WORLD KNOWN DANCER!"
Lyka looks up, momentarily surprised by her teammates' reactions.
"Yes, the same Cheska. We've been classmates for a while now, and we're collaborating on this project."
The third teammate spoke, "But she's a huge star! How did you become friends?"
Lyka grins and shoves her hair with her fingers, "We're not exactly friends, but we're classmates who happen to work together. It's pretty surreal, I know."
The 4th one spoke, "You better not be messing with us, Lyka. Is this some kind of prank?'
Lyka takes her phone back, a determined expression on her face.
"I promise you, it's not a prank. Cheska and I have been working together on this project, and she's been incredibly supportive. Trust me, I'm just as amazed as you are."
Her teammates exchange glances, a mixture of awe and disbelief evident on their faces.
"Wow, Lyka! That's amazing. We had no idea."
They are all in the middle of a break, chatting and stretching. Lyka is sitting on a bench, engrossed in her phone.
Tessa, Lyka's teammate, notices Lyka's preoccupation and leans in closer to get a glimpse of her phone screen.
"Hey, Lyka, what's got you so captivated? Is it a new dance routine?"
Lyka looks up, momentarily distracted from her phone, and glances at Tessa.
"No..."
The mention of Cheska's name causes a wave of shock and disbelief to ripple through the group. They exchange surprised glances and whisper among themselves.
"Wait, Cheska? As in Cheska, the world-famous dancer and performer?"
Tessa's eyes widen, and she nudges Joshua, clearly intrigued.
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Unspoken Desires
Ficción GeneralCheska, a girl whose heart bore the weight of abandonment, had carried the scars of her past with her throughout her life. The wounds ran deep, originating from the neglect she had endured at the hands of her parents. Their absence had left her with...
