My eyes were on the ball, my hands ready to strike. The other team's libero, Nishi, also had his hands ready to counter when he needed to. We met eye to eye, competition seething through them. Sweat was dripping down my forehead, and I was sore from keeping the ball from hitting the floor. I looked at my hands. A sore on my palms and on top of my hands; I sighed. Well, you got to do what you need to to get better.
My parents never really approved of me going to play volleyball. I had to convince them of my interest and enthusiasm which worked on them, and so they gave in. However, I had to promise them that nothing bad will happen, and if something did I had to tell them. I didn't mind though. At least I got to join. One thing I had to say was that upon joining the team, things were well. Especially after I met Tsuki.
"Heads up, Cheyenne!" Tanaka's voice boomed at me. I redir