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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 2:11 am
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Solo: A Piece of the Game Words: 485
Two more serves... She thought, crouching down into a volleyball "ready" stance. Feet shoulder width apart, knees bent, arms out loosely in front of her, eye on the ball spinning in the other girl's hand......
The girl tossed the hard, white ball up, high above her head, and Castille leaned forward onto her toes, watching the girl hit the ball, hearing the resounding SMACK, noticing the bob of her blonde ponytail as she hit the ground with knees bent, ready for the return. It was a front spin serve, the momentum carrying it fast and low over the net. There were now cries of "SHORT!" as it dropped behind the front row's outstretched hands. Cries that were muted and not noticed by her.
All in slow motion for Castille.
To her the ball fell slowly, while she moved quickly, clasping her hands together and pushing her forearms near eachother. Her adrenaline spiked again, and she felt giddy with excitement. -Too Short!- she thought, leaping forward, and as her body hit the floor, the world sped up again. She felt her knees hit first, protected by the hard kneepads she bought 4 years ago. Her elbows came next, unprotected, and as the ball hit her hand and bounced upward, she felt a jarring pain in her arm. Her spandex shorts rolled at the top from the momentum, but she barely noticed as she rose, eyes following the ball as if she were a dog and the ball were a choice piece of steak. She could feel a gym burn forming on her right thigh. That's going to hurt when I shower later. She thought briefly, mind flickering back to the game. Hungry, yearning to hit that ball as hard as she could flowed through her veins, making her body burn.
Oh well, another bruise.
A teammate set the ball from her dig, tossing it high into the air for the hitter that was leaping to get the spike. A block in the form of two opposing players jumped at the same time, intent on chipping it back over the net. Castille remained close to the spiker, ready in case their plan worked and it fell back.
But their block was loose, and the ball bounced back over their reaching hands toward their team, where a missed dive gave the Meadowview High volleyball team one more point. And control of the ball.
The crowd erupted, and Castille and her teammates gave a rounding cheer, complete with foot stomping and clapping. She sang along, grinning from ear to ear. They hadn't beaten them yet, but her team acted as if they had just won the Olympics. She loved this team, and the excitement they exuded. What would she do when volleyball season was over? Not the time to think about that. There was still a match to win, and a party afterwards!.
Awwwww, Lookin for an, Ace Baby ACE!
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 6:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 4:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:58 am
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Solo: Christmas Voices Word Count: 557
Castille awoke with a start, staring up at her ceiling. The blankets that she was covered in when she fell asleep lay tangled and twisted halfway off her bed, pooling on the ground like melting frosting. She sat straight up, looking around her semidark room,
I'll be there soon....
This was the third night in a row that she had woken up to someone speaking. She lay flay against her bed, forcing herself to breathe normally for a minute before pressing her hands to her eyes in annoyance. What did this girl want with her!? She growled to her silent room and rolled over, then back the other way. But no matter how she flipped and flopped and twisted, she just couldn't find the perfect spot. That spot in your bed when you lay down and are tired almost immediately. She growled again, a little louder, and pulled the pillow out from under her tangled mess of hair, shoving it onto her face and sighing.
The continued voice coupled with the repeating dream troubled Castille. What did that women with the long hair and soft voice want with her. Ever since she got the snowglobes....
Ever since she had gotten the snowglobes, her nights had become more and more fitful. At first, it was just the want to hear the song again and again but now….
Ill be there soon...
Whoever it was was talking to her, and in the beginning she hadn't believed it. What kind of crazy person talks to a snowglobe after all?? But with the news reports of the strange suited people causing havoc or saving people she thought quickly, thinking back to the peppery-themed sailor. A twinge of envy always followed the memory of her almost death.
She sat up, fully awake now, staring at the dark spot where she knew the snowglobes innocently sat on her bookshelf, silent for now. She twisted and flicked on her lamp, shielding her eyes and blinking a few times before she could see properly again. The orbs hadn't moved. She rolled out of bed and walked over to them, picking up the closest one and turning it over for what seemed like the billionth time. Sighing, she pulled out her backpack from under the chair, pushing aside the assortment of things that were important enough to keep, but not to take out to make room. Each of the snowglobes went into the backpack one by one, with a glove or hat between them to keep them from breaking. The thought of the figures cracking, and the music stopping made Castille's heart beat faster for a moment, until she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. After she was done, she leaned the backpack against the chair and crawled back into bed, forcefully turning over so her back faced the chair and her face was to the window. The street light across the street from her house gave off an eerie orange glow in the SUPER early morning fog, and made the condensation on her window glass sparkle. There wasn't a breeze, so the icicles attached to the tree branch just visible in the top right corner of her room remained still and quiet. How pretty it would be if she wasn't so dang tired...
Tomorrow. She would get rid of them tomorrow.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 4:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 5:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 4:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 1:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 8:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 8:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 4:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 4:25 pm
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