Personal Narrative: My Volleyball Team

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Today, my volleyball team and I had to play after lunch in the gym. We had to play Mikala's team, a seventh grade team, and surprisingly I had butterflies. When we first go to the gym, only two teammates were there, Alex and Alexa. Then, Chloe came, but there was still not enough players to play. A little later, Laylah and Kyle came in to substitute for the players that were missing. At the start of the game, I was up to serve and able to get at least three over and done with. Then I missed, but we got the ball back quickly. Alex then lead us with the score of 8-4, with us winning. However, the other team came back by tying us up until the score reached 12-12. Yet, we didn't give up with my turn to serve came and I served the ball over for

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