Description Essay

Description Essay

Volleyball
The wheels on the bus went round and round, all the way to Sacred heart, our rival! The 20 minute trip seemed to last forever. It was dead silent, you could’ve heard a pin drop. We all knew what was at stake. For each of us it was a different thing, but on both sides of the ball we knew that in order to have bragging rights for the rest of our lives this would be the game that we would have to win. Every other game that season didn't matter as long as we won this game. Every kill, every dig, every set would be remembered on those days, we would grow old telling our children every detail about this game. There would be talk about when we flew around the court just diving at the ball not trying to let it hit the floor.
The bus was not a sleeping silence. It was more of a tense silence. We were picked to win as always, but the nerves of a rival game is a lot of pressure. Not only was it a rival game, it was district finals! If we wont win the game the next thing we were expecting to leave with was respect. It’s all about respect. This was the type of game that every kill and every block counted. That was the type of silence that it was, all the way to Sacred Heart.

The building where we spent the time before the game was filled with the smell of hot dogs and popcorn. The people preparing them watched us as we walked as we stood tall and confident even though we weren’t. We were there to prove them who Beal City really was and that is what we planned to do. As we got closer to game time the building seemed to fill more with these people who came to yell and cheer for us.
We walked onto the volleyball court with our heads high and our pride shining. The strut in our walk should that tell we would not back down to anyone, or anything, there would be no opponent to large to cause us to lose this game. There they were, the Sacred Heart Irish. They looked really good, in their brand new red and white long sleeve uniforms This was a great day. As they...

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