Let me tell you how it all started...
I woke up and all the trouble broke lose. I woke, stayed in bed for awhile then my dad walked in.
"Chelsea it is time for your first day of school. Hurry up and get dressed or you will be late for volleyball tryouts today."
Oh no I totally forgot about that. I honestly don't want to try out any more. My friend Caroline told me that every year the coaches only pick the players that actually know how to play volleyball. I was like whatever but I tried out anyway. And I didn't even have a chance before I got a letter that said... THANK YOU FOR TRYING OUT FOR OUR LADY COUGARS VOLLEYBALL TEAM. UNFORTUNATELY WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU DID NOT MAKE THE TEAM. WE HOPE THAT YOU CONTINUE TO PLAY VOLLEYBALL OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL. SO PLEASE TRY OUT FOR NEXT YEARS TEAM AND KEEP PRACTICING. What the heck. It is a good thing that I went to my friends birthday party because then I would have cried myself to sleep. Well although I have to say that I lied.
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Non-FictionChelsea just went from bad to good in less then two days. It's her 7th grade year and she is just waiting for summer it start. Follow her as she meets new friends and teachers.
