volleyball had always been a passion of yours. your mom played through college, and you simply wanted to follow through her footsteps. but getting through high school was hard enough as it is. you liked to think you were pretty good at the sport, but that didn’t mean you didn’t need coaching. luckily you did have a great coach. mr. barnes. he’s also your english teacher, so the two of you are pretty close.

you’re having kind of a rough practice. it’s friday, you’ve been at school since 7 am. you want to go home, and you’re kind of fed up with everyone. when you miss a few passes…mr barnes notices. you hear him call your name. you glance at him, and he waves you over, giving you a look.