Bree has alcholic parents and she can't tell anyone. Not even her best friend. She becomes depressed and doesn't know what to do. Then her best friend moves away. She was all Bree had left and now she is long lost.

(I recommend you reading the first book, A Volleyball Story before this one) "Keith." His name escaped from my lips as soon as I saw his face. It was like camp all over again, except this time he was more handsome. "Hey Dylan." He smiled. His voice had gotten sexier if that was even possible. It's been five years since camp and things have definitely changed. And it's been three years since Dylan and Keith had broken up. After going their separate ways, after their mutual break up, they find each other in the arena where the 2019 Volleyball Olympics are held. Both representing USA, they other start seeing more of each other. Time after time of seeing one another, their love rekindles as flashbacks of their happy moments come together, making as if the last three years of them apart never existed. But when the Olympics come to an end, issues arrise between Dylan and Keith. Will this be the last of them? If they broke up once, what difference does it make if it can happen again?

Dylan Wilson. Corey Hampton. Jessica Hampton. Keith Brisbane. Kaelee Lang. Noah Hector. These six teenagers come from different backgrounds, have different personalities, but there is only one thing that pulls them together. Volleyball. As all six of these teenage boys and girls go to California's Volleyball Academy, they experience things they never thought would happen. A coed volleyball camp for the whole summer. But with finding true love, breaking hearts, finding who you truely are and lots of drama, this Volleyball Story is full of passion, love, hurt, pain and the game everyone loves, Volleyball.

Where all secrets are revealed.

My name is Addison Jones. I am 15 years old. I had long black hair that went down to my bottom and gray eyes. I was pale as a ghost, at least thats what my mom would always say. I had just moved to a small town in Pennsylvania where I went to my first year of public school. Being taught by my mother at home my entire life, sophomore year was a huge reality check for me. I didn’t really fit in. Most of the girls here were blonde and had lots of friends, and I was…alone. I always was alone. For as long as I could remember, everybody didn't pay much attention to me. I've never had a "friend", and I can't recall the last time anyone other than my mom payed much attention to me.. at all, for the most part. Even my teachers payed me little to no attention. I didn’t like school, but because of my fathers death, my mom could no longer teach me as she had to work. I was only a week into school and everything was normal… until it happened.