One more game. The game I have been waiting for. The game I started tennis for. Me up against Madison Heights for number 1 singles. It's finally here. Half the state would be watching, including college scouts, my coach, my friends, my dad. Everyone knew about our rivalry. I transferred schools to get away from her. Her family moved houses to get away from me. We used to be close, and then it happened. I grabbed the one the one thing that could make me feel better, the Polaroid picture my grandpa had taken of me and my old dog, Presley, only to find it wasn't there, I didn't have time to look for it so I just held on to my necklace for good luck.
Racket spin. "Big line up or down?" She asked me, "Up," I won, "Serve or return?" "Serve," I knew she couldn't stand anyone else serving first. She just walked to the side she picked and got ready. Serve, return, hit, hit, winner. "15:love," serve, return, hit, hit, hit, hit, in the net. "15 all,"
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Rescued
Teen FictionWhen Emma and Madison drift apart, Emma will stop at nothing to get revenge. Even if that includes playing tennis. Will Emma be rescued from this bitterness that has ruined her life?
