I am 15.I live with my mom in Texas and dad in Virginia.I practice volleyball in the morning and at night until 6:30. A week later I had gotten a text that said,
“Hey girl it’s me Rebecca just wanted to tell you that Lola is having her 16th birthday party , she had even said that there is no chaperon.So text me back if you 're going, if not call me and tell me why please, love you.”
Rebecca is my friend. I called Rebekah and said ,”Yea Sure!!!
I had forgotten I had volleyball practice Mondays through Wednesdays. I had gotten an email last night just right after rebeca text . I didn’t feel like reading it so I ignored it . So I read it the next morning and it said; “Don’t go to parties unless it’s family wise.You can’t
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I talked like a chimpanzee, didn’t understand. I wasn’t used to being drunk ,this was my first time. “What are you doing!” I drastically barked at Rebecca “Getting you pumped up” she proudly screamed in a deep voice. The music is very loud , my head hurts, I feel sick,I thought. My boyfriend came up to me.
“Hey baby. What’s going on?” Xavier questionally yelled happy.
“Nothing” I mumbled numbly.
“OK well you wanna go upstairs?”
“I-I-I-I-I-I…..I guess.” I stutteringly spoke. My boyfriend ,Xavier, through me on the bed. I wasn’t expecting any of this. Suddenly I had blacked out. My friend Rebecca took me home after her drunkenness went away. Then the next day I drove to practice all confused, drowsy and sick. I could taste my throw-up in my mouth getting ready to burst out my mouth.
“Where you’ve been” coach Renee said sarcastically.
“”I was-”
“At a party” coach interrupted me.
“Mm-hmm” I mm-hmm sarcastically.
“Well since you went to a party instead of practice run 10 laps instead of 2.” She sounded proud when she said that. I thought. After I ran 10 laps I had thrown up.
Am I Pregnant? I thought .Coach drove to CVS to get pregnancy tests.
I went to the bathroom,tested, and yelled questioningly,
”Um, coach I am pregnant!”
“Oh lord,Jesus help!!”Coach cried softly. I
"I finished and I had a lonely last four laps but she ran four and a half laps barely being able to run. I'm so impressed and inspired that she did that. I've never met her before. Like, I've never met this girl before. And isn't that just so amazing? That's an amazing moment. Regardless of the race and the result on the board, that's a moment that you're never, ever going to forget."
I was pale, I couldn’t stand up straight, and I was shaking. He shook me and asked me what was going on and when I pointed to the bottle, he ran to my mom and step dad’s room and told them I had overdosed. They rushed me to the hospital. I was there 4 days before I was medically cleared and sent to a different hospital for Children’s psych.
So I decided to keep running. I knew that I may be a little more sore tomorrow, but if I was going to accomplish my goals I had to work hard. I kept running, and toward the last mile I began to really feel the burn, but I did push and finished with plenty of time to spare. That practice is what I thought of as i crossed the finish line with a smile on my face. As I headed back to camp still beaming about my time I thought to myself,
“Okay girls one more run until practice ends, don’t forget about our competition on Saturday.” My coach Angie said.
I am extremely disappointed in your behaviour. Your father rung me as soon as he found the house empty and the twins crying out for you. You should've considered your actions and what risks you were taking. If you had talked to me, we would've been able to negotiate the party and you may have been able to go. If you don't communicate with me, you won't even have a chance of being able to go to parties in the future.
Volleyball has been a large part of my life the past five years as I've played on Greenwood High School's Team. My transition from elementary school to middle involved joining the high school volleyball team, along with two other to-be seventh graders. These past few years have been marked with both struggle and triumph as we experienced three different coaches as the original coach stepped down. This left us with only 14 girls to play with one year, when an average volleyball team plays with 30 girls. We struggled as a team that year but we also came closer together through shared experience, which enabled us to work together even better as a team the year after under the tutelage of our third coach. My ninth grade year I participated very heavily on the team as I played both Freshman and
“I’ve heard about it, some of the girls were talking about it during class I think it’s were you run” I replied.
Ever since i was little me and sisters played volleyball all year around. We started playing when we were 5 years old. If we had a volleyball we would play anywhere there was space. We played in my moms office, in the living room, and in the car. Playing alongside of my sister made us both realize this was the sport we were born to play. Everytime we traveled to see each other play we would always watch the other teams warm up we would see who had the hardest serve, the best passer, and if there were any lefties.
“Calm down Jessie. You're overthinking this. You’ve swam this event many times before. It’s no different from before.” He said, reassuring me.
Then it happened, my entire body, my mind, me, everything started to shake, from my toes to my head, my entire body was shaking, then the darkness started to consume me. I was in immense pain, my ass, my penis, my mouth, my cheeks and tongue were numb, and I could feel something hitting the back of my throat, it made me gag, made me want to throw up, but Mikes hands were too
“You’ll do fantastic, Malia! You’re really good at this, you’ll have an incredible race!” I smiled, “I’m nervous though, I don't know how I’ll do,” I shook my hands out, and felt my feet bounce on the asphalt of the track.
"Were you listening? I said, did your quirk not work with that test? I mean, you still should've ran fast, you were barely at fifteen seconds."
I hate these blurred lines… Alcohol and adrenaline spread their dizzying magic through my head. I tried to hold onto my clarity, but I watched myself nervously laughing at his every word and swaying back and forth more and more often.
“Come on you got this!” I will never forget those words like never forgetting my name.
Playing on the varsity volleyball team is an adrenaline rush like no other. To be able to play the sport you love with teammates that are like family, in front of a crowd of actual family members is the ultimate feeling. Playing is even better when you, a small town nobody, beat a ranked team in the first set. We had just beaten Humboldt 25-17 and I was on top of the world. We were playing like our lives depended on it and I couldn’t be more proud of the girls.