Chapter One.
Blood. Sweat. Tears. Pain.
It all falls down when we let that ball hit the floor. It only has to bounce once. And then its over.
My teammates and I are going to win the volleyball championship. No doubt about. When we have the bright, golden cup in our hands then all the blood, sweat, tears and pain will have been worth it. There is no better feeling than when th…
“Tia! Stop daydreaming! TIA!” Carry, another player on the team, is always interrupting my daydreams. She’s a very good volleyball player, and a beautiful brunette who just always has the urge to bother me.
I quickly snap back into my unfortunate reality. The reality where my volleyball team has lost the national championship three times in a row. The reality where I now have to take a test that I haven’t studied for. Sometimes I’ll get so distracted that I’ll just become oblivious to the cruel outside world.
Usually, if I haven’t studied for a test, it’s because I was playing around with my volleyball. And last night that was indeed the case…
Last night I was lying on my bed when my mother walked in. She had one of the best “Wilson” volleyballs that you could buy. She gave it to me and said, “So you can practice darling. So you don’t lose the next game.” That peppy little bimbo cheerleader, I could just...! She always cheers for our team but right when we get home she goes straight to complaining how bad I am, and how I need to practice more. The point is, that she gave me a new volleyball and I needed one because I had already worn out my other one.
My older one is all ripped up and it should go in the trash. But there are so many memories there that I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I remember my first volleyball game with that ball.
We were set up in a W formation, and I finally got to be the setter for my team, as the other one had injured herself earlier in the game. The surve was coming over the net so all the girls’ switched positions to get a better set up. Carry bumped it to me and I set it to Julie she quickly did the approach and she spike it over. No one on the other team even tried to block it. That’s how hard , and painful on the fingers, her spikes are.
As her spike was going over my long blonde hair snapped out of its flower elastic. I had had it since I was seven so when it finally decided to snap I wasn’t in shock. I attempted to play the rest of the game without an elastic and I succeeded. It really was and amazing gam….
“Tia! For god’s sake, TIA!” I snapped back out of my daydream, again to find Carry yelling at me, again.
“ Tia, the teacher is explaining the test that he’s going to hand out. You might want to listen.”
Like I was going to listen.
I love to volley the ball around while I listen to music or just leave myself to my thoughts. It’s usually a peaceful time where I’m not forced to think about the unfortunate reality. Scratch that, my unfortunate reality.
Now the test lies before me. It is not going to easy. I look down, scared to even read the questions. All I know so far about the test is that it’s covered in black ink.
Question#1: Review. Who discovered Quebec?
I gaze over to the clock and think…..Was Quebec discovered by Cartier or Champlain?
Wait a sec, was Quebec even discovered by either of them?
Like I said, I have an unfortunate reality.
And as far as reality goes, I’m screwed.

