The court erupted with cheers and wild boos as we finally arrived, taking in our place. This is the moment to showcase what we had prepared for days ago.
"Good luck!" Bulong sa akin ni Kim habang hinaplos ang likod ko.
Pareho kaming naka white volleyball jersey kung saan nakasulat ang aming apilyedo sa likod at paborito naming number.
"Salamat, good luck sa atin," balik ko kay Kim at niyakap siya.
Ang iba naming teammates ay nag stretching na, hinahanda ang sarili para sa aming laro. Pagod ma'y kailangan naming makipag bakbakan para sa huling kalaban namin.
Sa totoo lang ay kanina ko pa gustong magpa sub kasi tatlong oras na yata akong talon nang talon, blocker ba naman. Sumasakit na binti at palad ko. Eh 30 minutes lang yata kaming pinagpahinga kanina, isang oras sana iyon kung hindi lang umalma ang mga kasama namin.
Robot siguro sila, wala manlang bakas ng pagod sa kanilang mga mukha habang ako ay naghahabol na ng hininga sa unang set pa lang. Sinaba naman nilang mag switch position ako pero ang hirap no'n, nasanay kasi ako sa aking kasalukuyang posisyon.
Under the blazing sun, the school grounds pulsed with anticipation. The volleyball court crackled with energy as students thronged the sidelines, filling the air with a symphony of cheers and chants. Beside me, Kim and I stood, our uniforms already soaked with sweat from the earlier matches. The moment had arrived for the ultimate face-off: Grade 11 pitted against Grade 12.
Kim gave me a nudge with his elbow, a knowing look in his eyes. "Are you ready to show them what we're made of, Gab?"
I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation. “Let’s do this.”
The piercing sound of the whistle marked the start of the game. The ball arced gracefully over the net, met with resolute volleys and powerful spikes. Our team moved in perfect synchrony, each player showcasing the results of our dedicated practice and seamless teamwork. Amid the joyful noise and bustling commotion, I caught sight of Eris standing at the edge, enthusiastically applauding me. A surge of warmth swept through my cheeks, sparking a fresh determination within me.
"GO BUNNIES!!"
"GO MGA KUNEHO!"
"SIGE KIM, IPAKITA MO KUNG SINO KA!"
The cheers of the audience grew even louder and wild as the ball started flying back and forth.
May ilang sets na lang ang aming kailangan para manalo dahil ang unang dalawang set ay score namin kaya kailangan namin itodo.
The thrilling symphony of support crescendoed as we threw our hearts into every serve, dig, set, and spike. With each move, it felt like a perfectly choreographed dance. The euphoric cheers of the crowd filled the air, pushing us to give our all. As the final whistle blew, the scoreboard ignited with our triumph: Grade 11 emerged victorious.
We won.
Panalo ang mga kuneho.
"YES!!"
"YAHOOOOO!"
"WE WON!"
The atmosphere exploded with jubilation as the team lifted me onto their shoulders, serenading me with my name. Hindi maitago ng mga kasama namin ang saya dahil sa aming nakamtan.
A whirlwind of exhilaration and elation swept over me as I gazed around from my elevated position. Amid the celebratory chaos, I spotted Eris striding towards me, his expression alight with unmistakable pride.
BINABASA MO ANG
Forgotten Heartstrings
RomanceWhen an eighteen-year-old Gab is diagnosed with a type of terminal cancer, his memory fades, eliminating even the love he once had for his ex. With barely two years to go, Gab's desperate mother turns to an old friend she once saved, asking her son...
