Personal Narrative: All It Took Was Effort

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All It Took Was Effort Large red and blue mats cover the floor. Thin black nets come down from the ceiling and latch onto the ground, separating one court from another. All the noises are blocked out, except the noise from the pounding of my own heart, sounding like a drum, beating rhythmically. I begin to feel shivers up my spine and my Mom seemed to have sensed my nervousness. "No need to be worried, Alyssa. You'll play excellent, just relax", she said with a nice, delicate voice. I take deep breath to regain my focus, and I reply, "Mom, I don't even know these people; I'm certain that they won't let me play by hogging the ball, or I'll just fail overall." I thought this over multiple times due to the fact that I was new to this volleyball team. I was unsure of how well we were going to play together as a team or how well I was going to converse with them. My eyes are roaming around the massive gym, trying to find my …show more content…

It was the lack of motivation that made my team and I sink down. We all thought this game would be a breeze once we realized how well we play together, because of this, we lacked effort since we were so over- confident.My coach called a time-out, and I guess she seemed to have noticed my team and I falling apart. "Show them what you're capable of, and give them that exact same effort and energy you give me in the practices," my coach said with a loud and roaring voice. We huddle once again, and chant our cheer. Once we finished we all put in all of our hands in the middle of the circle and yelled our team name, the Eagles! I walked back onto the court and realized this was our third game, the final game. If we win this game, we win, but if we lose, we lose our first game. Nervous energy filled up my body, but released, once I saw the volleyball in the server's hand on the other

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