Once upon a time there lived this girl and she was pretty cool. She liked food and basketball and side walk chalk. One day in July she got invited to a party and she did not want to go. Mostly because she didn't like 13 year old boys, getting sprayed in the face, and root beer floats. But after lots of begging from her mother and the fact that she wanted to write a story and her house was not giving her mush inspiration she finally decided that she would go to this party. When she got to the party she was greeted by a group of five 13 year old boys that were way to young for her. After lots of not funny, dumb jokes the boys saw another girl, who was much younger and decided to make her their next victim. So when the boys left the girl hurried over to the deck and whipped out her book for writing stories, hoping that the group of boys would see that she was busy and would not return. Luckily they did not and she got a few minutes of quiet. As she got a great idea for a new story a different group of boys found their way over to her. These ones being a bit older but not anymore mature. So a few more dumb jokes and lots of flirting later she got this grand idea to ask the boys if they would go get her a drink of water. They agreed but never returned, the girl put her story book away because she had forgotten her great idea and noticed a group of people that she had never met playing volleyball, and decided that she, in attempt to get away from those two groups of boys, would go and play volleyball despite the fact that she was trying to get away from the sport. So she went over and introduced herself to the group and asked if she could join the game. The game lasted for about two minutes and then the host of the party had some announcements. After the host was done talking the whole group of people who were playing disappeared and the girl was left alone sitting on the grass waiting for them to return but they never did. Before she knew it a new group of boys, these ones being her age approached her and started up a conversation, remembering to leave out the dumb jokes that she had already heard that night. They suggested that they get a game of volleyball going because it would be far more fun than sitting on the ground and playing with the grass. She happily agreed and they split into teams and started the game. One by one people would wander onto the court and join the game, and in no time at all both sides had a full team and they could play for reals. The girl found that she had the coolest people on her team and they were so funny. She spent more time on the ground laughing than she did standing up and hitting. In her defense she had some really good dives and the boys just thought that the fact that she would dive for the ball was the funniest thing ever and so they cracked some funny jokes and she couldn't help but roll over and laugh. But every time she was ready to get back up and be serious (but not really) there was always a boy there to offer his hand and help her up. The game lasted for hours and no one wanted to leave, but finally when the sun was going down and the party had been over for a half and hour the other tam called next point wins. The game was tied and this girl really wanted to win. She didn't grass stain her hands, feet, and jeans for nothing. The ball was served and a girl on her team hit it and it went all funny so this girl who was a diving machine ran for the ball, tripped over the ropes that were holding the net in the ground, and dove for the ball, sacrificing her body for the ball. She hit it and popped it up high enough so that one of her teammates could hit it over the net. They won, but the girl had no idea what had happened because she had taken a mouthful of grass and was laying on her stomach when the great play happened. After being helped up by one of the boys, she was told the story of what had just happened over and over again and she still had no idea what had happened. The game was over and she ran over and got a drink of water and jumped in a friend car. When she got home she ate some food and took some pills because she was pretty sure had rolled her bad ankle more than once. She ran up the stairs and scrubbed her hands and feet until the grass stain was gone and then she jumped in her bed and relived her glory moment and decided that maybe next year she will play volleyball for the school. And to this day she will still tell you that that night was her best volleyball game that she had ever played.
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