She’s diving. Sweating. Throwing herself to the floor. Her skin scrapes across the mats. Her hips and knees are bruised. She hits the ball down, and girls on the other side of the court duck as it flies millimeters away from their faces. A few of them aren’t quite so lucky and have the ball marks on their foreheads to show for it. They walk away rubbing and shaking the parts of their bodies she has nailed. She stands up and turns around, grins, throws her head back and yells…YEAHHH!! The points rack up; there’s a monster on the court.

She’s a natural.

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