Personal Narrative: My First Volleyball Game

“Beep…beep…beep…” yelled my alarm notifying me that it was finally time for me to raise out of bed. Even though it was only six o’clock in the morning, my mood instantly brightened when I looked at my phone calendar and instinctively remembered that today was my final first volleyball game of the season. Quickly, I stumbled out of bed to go brush my teeth and begin getting ready for what would end up being my last day of playing volleyball. After choosing my favorite pair of black spandex paired with my hot pink Volley for the Cure shirt from nearly four years ago, I trekked upstairs to not only eat breakfast but also attempt to wake my very grumpy sister, Jordan, up. As usual, Jordan turned over and hit me with one of her pillows as I turned her bedroom light on and said “If you would like a ride to practice this morning you should get up because I’m leaving in fifteen minutes.” Sluggishly, Jordan crawled out of bed
While trying to fight back tears from the intense throbbing pain that I felt in the back of my leg, I told the coaches that my knee was on fire and that I could not put any pressure on it. In that moment Coach Meyers told everyone that practice was over and for everyone to go home. Coach Feriend, the junior varsity coach, ran to go and get Sefa, the athletic trainer. After being examined and stretched by Sefa, Maddie-Jo went to the ice room and got me a gigantic bag of ice to keep on my knee until game time. For the rest of the morning and afternoon I did everything that I could to keep my knee stretched so that I would be able to play when seven o’clock came around. As soon as the junior varsity and freshman game came to an end, my team and I scrambled onto the court to begin our warm-up sequence, and despite the throbbing and burning sensation that shot up my knee even when I put just the slightest weight on it I pushed through the whole twenty minutes of