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As I took my position at the starting line, I inhaled the surrounding aroma's; the smell of freshly cooked steak on the barbecue, the warm summer breeze that eroded from the ocean, and the musky scent of the surrounding fire pits. Everything was perfect, except for one thing, we were tied. The score was 44 even, and sadly, it was up to me to serve for the FINAL round, EEEK!
I've never been good at serving. I was always the first to start because 9 times out of 10 my ball didn't make it over the net, and that would give our team enough time to gain enough points so that when I served again, we wouldn't be down by much.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I wound up my arm and took a swing, and sure enough, I missed. The ball bounced right off the net. I tried for a second time, praying that for once, it'd actually make it over the net, but sadly, my pleas weren't heard. I retrieved the ball, catching a look of the grimaces plastered across the faces of my team members. I knew if I were to miss like I have been doing, that I would be paying for the lose later.
I closed my eyes, wanting to center myself for the FINAL serve. I focused on my breathing, in and out, in and out. I pictured the court before me; 7 players and two openings. I opened my eyes, scanning for an opening in the court to serve to. I spotted it just to the left of Scrawny Timmy; the tallest of the players, but the slowest on the team. I wound up, focusing only on the open spot, deciding at the last moment to go with Tammy's favorite serve; the spike. And with one fluid motion, I hit the ball, sending it flailing towards the unoccupied spot, which, surprisingly, won us the game.