Samandriel gripped the tennis racquet tighter in his hand, waiting for his partner to do a decent serve. He waited patiently but his partner was having trouble accomplishing it. “Guys come back. Form a circle.” The HPE teacher called out. Sam sighed with relief, he was about to throw the racquet at his partner. Once everyone was around the teacher began to talk. “Trails for tennis are tomorrow,” He explained and Sam listened eagerly. Targets two and eight were on the tennis team and he needed to find them. “And Ethan I saw some good shots from you. I hope you decide to trial.” The teacher noted. Same gave him a smile for the compliment. “Alright that’s us done for today. Make sure next lesson you bring all your equipment, I’m looking at you Yancey!” Everyone began to walk away collecting there bags for period two. …show more content…
“Hello…Ethan was it?” A voice asked from behind Sam. Slinging his bag over his arm, he turned around to see a girl with golden brown hair standing quite close to him. She was gorgeous with vibrant green-blue eyes and tanned skin. “I’m Jessica and I must say you are an amazing tennis player.” She said. “Thanks.” Samandriel said adverting his eyes away from hers. He didn’t mean to draw attention to himself. “You should totally join the team. Although you won’t be the best player because I am,” She smiled, “Oh you should come sit with us at lunch too.” Samandriel pondered on the offer; should he blend in with the crowd or distance himself like he was told. “Could my brother join?” “Brother?” “Yeah I have a
Then tennis just started to get intense, I had to practice for two hours a day on weekdays. When it was Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I had to run two miles just for a warm up, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays we had to do a one mile indian run. I couldn’t have waited much longer to start my first actual tennis practice. The first day was fun because we did a lot of drills that we didn’t learn during open court and we did an actual match against our own team. Near the end of the first practice, Walters called us over and we had a meeting about assigning our double partners and that they will be testing out random people to see who has the best synergy together. The next day came and I got paired with someone named Vincent, he was the rank right
“Stay focused, just pretend that it’s practice.” I calmly whispered to myself as I became set to receive my opponents fist serve of the match. I could feel the warm perspiration dripping off my nose onto the scorching tennis court. My opponents’ moral showed signs of distress as I smashed a strong cross-court forehand, sending him deep to the far left corner of the court as he lethargically swung and missed the ball, ending the point. The match had just begun, ending in my favor (1-0). It was the first round of the men’s semifinals, and perhaps the warmest day in November. I stood on center court battling for the number one men’s singles title. My competition for the tournament was the most daunting task to ever encounter throughout my high school endeavor. Moreover, this match served as a pivotal moment, perhaps sending me to play at a higher level, or ending my final season perpetually.
As we all know, America is a nation of sports enthusiasts. Most Americans participate is some kind of sporting event, either as a spectator or as a competitor. In the pantheon of great American sports, there is one that stands out. It has been called the great American pastime. Yes, that great sport known as tennis. Tennis requires a mastery of many skills to be able to play competitively, but the primary skill needed to win in tennis is the serve. The serve is the primary offensive weapon used I tennis, because it is the only time when a player gets to put a ball into play. The player controls the speed, the placement, and the spin of the ball. With proper procedure, the serve can win many points and games for the server. The technique
“So after training do you want to go get dinner or something?” Aiko asked. She was holding her books and was standing by Danny’s locker. School was almost out and they were on their way to training.
A fresh spring day is the best kind of day to play a match of tennis. When you look up and see a clear blue sky and the green soft grass under your feet as you walk towards the tennis court. I watch as parents gather around the courts, carrying their fold-up chairs of many colors and bringing their coolers with ice cold drinks for the players. I head over to my coach to find out the schedule for playing against Wahlert. I found out I play doubles with my partner third for our team. I'm filled with so much excitement and at the same time I am scared to play at that level. My partner, Nikki, and I are at the top of Junior Varsity and the two teams above us are a part of the "middle court" group. We head down to the courts to practice and I look
“But you looked so skilled, my lady,” said Una. “I think you would do well in the tournament.”
“What’s the teacher like in that class?” We walked out of the classroom together before I had formed a simple enough answer. “I don’t really know, I don’t listen in class a lot. But I know that Mr. Bonewitz is the basketball coach, if that’s important.” She reminded me of the kind of girl that would play basketball. She nodded in response. I hoped that my statement of not listening in class hadn’t upset her at
Joshua stood behind me when I took the photo and waited for it to develop. “That looks really good, you really do show of Sam really well.” He patted my back.
“at first, I didn’t know how to go to my lessons, but now I get it. It’s really easy.” I said.
Ainsley looked at me, turned away, her blond hair flipping, and tensely walked to the baseline to serve. She had on her lucky blue Nike top and a black skirt. As she stood
¨Let´s go play tennis,¨ I said. My brother (Michael), my father, my mother, and Autumn Storm all decided to join me. Ordinarily we play at the Simpson College courts, but we decided to go and play at the new high school courts. This is where my injury would take place.
"Shh, darling. You don't have to tell me now." They had seemed to have forgotten the students around them because when Professor Mcgonnagall started talking to them, they both jumped.
I of course didn’t know how to react to this but I just stayed quiet and kept listening to her. She was learning more and more about me and then it was Time for P.E so I went to the gym. The principal told me I didn’t have to change for the rest of the week but next week I had to bring comfy clothes to exercise in. Then I noticed Audry and Lily was there so I tried to stay as far away as I can. Then I noticed that one guy that was in my French class was right there. The coach told us that they really don’t have a lot of rules only that we just have to participate and have our “
“Lena is, lena is … incredible. So clever and funny and talented.” I mutter against her lips, Nadia dragging me onto the couch with her my knees across her lap and a glass of wine in both our hands as I begin to tell her about Lena
“So the test would be next week. Now, guys, have a great weekend.” The Math teacher Miss Carmichael closed the projector as she uttered those words. I tilted my head and saw her, my best friend, Becca.