Personal Narrative: My First Volleyball Team

New things can be alarming at times, and when I tried out for two new volleyball teams, I was terrified, and nervous. But I loved the feeling of the volleyball in my hands, the roughness of the ball, the smack of the ball hitting the floor. So I knew that the only way to get better at volleyball, was to try out for other teams such as Heat and Inferno. I get to meet new people, and there is way better competition so that will make me a superior player. So to be able to stand up for myself, I had to use all of my strength to do the best that I can, and show off a little while I do it. It took almost one and a half try outs, but eventually my determination took over, and I started to play the way I know how. I got offers from all of the teams I tried out for, but I narrowed it down to Heat vs.
I also missed a serve.” I replied back to him. At this time my heart was pounding, I was hoping that I did good enough.
“They weren’t even watching you then. I was looking at them the whole time. Plus, you only missed that serve because you were jump serving.” He exclaimed to me.
“Okay dad.” I said defeated. I knew that I would have to do better at the next tryouts, even if I didn’t know anybody there. So the next tryouts were the same thing, but I feel like I improved at Inferno tryouts than at the Heat tryouts. Over the next couple days we didn’t really talk about it, until the next week.
“So, do you know which one you’re going to pick?” My father would ask.
“No, not yet.” I would reply. Then later that night, we talked about which one would be better for me, but that conversation didn’t really make the decision any more accessible. The next day we talked about it some more, but this time we were more in depth to the conversation.
“Sophie, have you thought about it much?” My mom asked that night.
“Only every minute of every day.” I said back to her.
“Okay, did you pick one then?” She