Post by Twilight Parker on Feb 10, 2007 0:44:52 GMT
Twyla was extremly bored and decided, after many days of vocal training, it was time to train for something else. Volleyball. She pulled into the school parking lot, and pulled her hair into a quick ponytail. She walked into the gym in short shorts and a white beater. She found a ball and walked to one side of the court. She served the ball. It zoomed over the net and out.
Shoot! She thought.
Twyla was a very self-diciplined person, so she ran three laps for missing that shot. She finished and walked back to the line, picking up the ball. She backed up to the wall, threw the ball above her head, and slapped it. It was what volleyball players called a floater. A short shot. She made it over, and this time it was in. She ran over to the ball and picked it up. This time she was by the bleachers, she threw it up again, and slapped it. Another floater. She repeated this a couple times, then switched to a jump serve. On her second one she went out. Six laps. On her last lap she noticed that someone was watching. She stopped running and walked over to them. "Hey, how long have you been here?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips, trying to catch her breath.
Shoot! She thought.
Twyla was a very self-diciplined person, so she ran three laps for missing that shot. She finished and walked back to the line, picking up the ball. She backed up to the wall, threw the ball above her head, and slapped it. It was what volleyball players called a floater. A short shot. She made it over, and this time it was in. She ran over to the ball and picked it up. This time she was by the bleachers, she threw it up again, and slapped it. Another floater. She repeated this a couple times, then switched to a jump serve. On her second one she went out. Six laps. On her last lap she noticed that someone was watching. She stopped running and walked over to them. "Hey, how long have you been here?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips, trying to catch her breath.