A Volleyball Story

Chapter 13

"Think little goals and expect little achievements. Think big goals and win big success."

-David Joseph Schwartz

Dylan.

Sometimes I would look over at the mystery guy that still hasn't told me his name and he was an amazing hitter. I couldn't help but smile at him, as he was really cute.

"Everyone gather around!" a man yelled after he blew his whistle. "Okay. As you know, we decided to let the guys join this academy. Now that doesn't change the rules we have here. I don't want to lecture you because now is about time you play your hardest and show us what you got.

"Like you were before, guys on one side of the court, and girls on the other side. Each of the designated coaches will tell you what drill you will be doing. If they move you to a curtain group, don't be afraid, we are trying to level out the teams.

"When I blow my whistle again, that means freeze and I will give you further instructions. Now go!" he yelled and everyone just ran.

I ran to the court and Lilly gave me a smile. I hope I get her as a coach.

We ran suicides for about ten minutes before we started anything. It was a good thing that I was working out before I came here. I basically was the first person to finish all the lines. I felt very proud of myself.

"Show off." some girl sneered. I just ignored her. Please don't tell me she's going to be one of my roommates. If she is, then my summer is going to go downhill real fast.

"Okay, we are going to have numbers 1-40 on this court, and 41-70 on the other side. Go!" the woman said.

I was number 42 so I ran onto the other side.

"We are going to start with the butterfly drill. Does anyone not understand?" Lilly asked.

"What's that?" a girl with red hair asked. Really? If she has no idea how to do the butterfly drill, why is she even here? That's the easiest drill in the book.

"Does anyone want to demonstrate this drill?" she asked.

"I will." I raised my hand.

"Good. Now I need four more people to help." Lilly said. With that four other girls hopped onto the court. "The butterfly drill consists of a line of passing a line of target or where the setter will be and a line where the outside hitters should be. But the hitters should do their approach and catch it.

"Since there is the other group on the other side, we can't do hitting. Got it?" she asked the girl that had no idea of this drill. She just nodded. "Great, now I will have this lovely group of girls demonstrate it." she said.

There were two girls in the passing line, I was in the setting line, and two girls in the hitting line. And yes, I wanted to show off my setting skills so I made sure to get in the setters spot.

One of the other girls passed a ball to the first girl that was going to pass which was a good, nice pass to me and I made a perfect high set to the hitter and the girl did her approach and caught the ball.

The drill went on until I was in the setting position again.

"Got it?" the girl said.

"Yes." everyone said back.

"Pshh. Loser." that same girl that told me I was being a show off said. Come on, immature much?

We had done that drill for another twenty minutes making sure everyone was warmed up. When the rude girl was passing she would pass it short or shank it on purpose so that I would have to run to get the ball. But I paid her no mind, I just played with my heart just like anyone would be when they come to volleyball camp.