AM I YOURS? - KYLIAN MBAPPÉ

004

It was July 9th, i was in the dressing room. Getting ready for my match, it was against maria duncan, she has been on her A game this season but she. has weaknesses.

I put a black catsuit, with a green accents to it, with a ponytail with two braids.

My couch steps into the room with a wide smile on her face, "hey iri." i turn my head to her, "hey"

I feel a hand on my shoulder, "how you feelin'"

"fine," i saw as my heart beats more. "be real with me." Mar demands,

I sigh finishing up with my laces and placing my leg down standing tall, "i'm fine. Seriously." her head tilts.

"What do you want from this french open?" i break eye contact to glance a way. "to win."

" it ain't sound like that." my brows furrow as i make eye contact again. " What do you mean?"

Mar takes a deep breath in, "If you want something where is it? Where is the desperation?" My shoulder slowly drop,

"In my body, in my mind." Mar's eyes squint and her head nods, as hands lay on my shoulders

"You are a champion, irina." Mar smiles, "i know." i say but it almost comes out like a whisper.

Her right hand pats my shoulder "okay..."

"Good morning! It is bright morning out here in France for this french open. And the one an only Irina Colemean is back, and look at her come out from the dressing room." Broadcasters announce on TV,

I open the doors from the dressing room, with my headphones in. The crows roars upon my return.

My foot reaches the small stairs, when my right hands slips off my headphones.

The sun hits my face like a spotlight, as camera shoot up. My left hand waves in the air to the crowd as i continue on walking.

Slumped my bag on the bench my headphones come off my neck and into the bag, as my racket comes out.

Quickly i stretched out my legs, and walked to the umpire.

"Let's have a peaceful game, heads or tails." the umpire states. "Heads." Maria quickly responds,

the coin flips up then lands in umpires hands, "heads it is, serve or receive." umpire asks.

" I receive." Maria confidently says, "you sure?" i say, clearly not thinking. Maria seemed shocked,

"okay." i shrug with a smile at the umpire.

We walk back to our spots on the court, i receive a ball from the ball boy, and bounce it up and down.

"Alrighty, they are getting started with the first serve coming from Irina Coleman, turns out there was some ruffle at the umpire stand before the game started, but let's see if Irina has that power serve..." Broadcaster sing on the TV,

I exhale, as i lean back eyes on Maria, toss the ball up get in my stance. Jump and smash down on the ball.

It's over the net. Maria sharply hits a backhand.

"Ugh!" i slam on my forearm across the court from where she is.

Maria runs but wasn't fast enough. 15-0. I don't have any celebration because girl it's the first point.

Get the ball again and i serve tightly. Slamming, perfect forehands and backhands.

It went back and forth for awhile as then Maria puts a backspin on the ball, and i quickly run, but my toe slides cause me to trip a bit.

"augh!" i yelp in frustration, slapped my racket on the ground, it snapped.

I inhale sharply knowing my poor mistake. Looking down at the damage at my racket and walking over to the bench,

the crowd cheers, "penalty warning, irina." the umpire reads. Switching my racket and walking back to my spot.

Maria smirks slightly, does she think that was because of her 'smart move'?....

My eyes darken and my brows furrow, getting into my ready position.

Maria tosses the balls up , slams down and it hits the net. "Fault."

another point comes to me winning a 6-1 set
as it came to the last point, i served once again and the rally started.

Hitting back and forth, i made her run across the lines. Her breathing started to get heavier

She came up close to the net but i smacked the the ball behind her. "let's go!!" i yell with my fists

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