Being terrible at volleyball was one thing. Being so bad at it that you manage to blast the ball all the way into your neighbour's house was completely different.

You hopped over the gothic fences of the house and started looking for the ball, praying you wouldn't be taken in for breaking and entering. When you finally got it you heard rustling right in front of the bush you were in.

Shit.

"Who the hell are you?" You look up and see your neighbour gaping at you with agitation.