First Team Meeting {{Volleyball Players}}

[Rebel Johnson]

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Rebel Johnson walked into the gym, going to the volleyball courts, she had called a team meeting and notified the girls. It was really their first practice basically, and she was wearing close for volleyball. She was only 21 years old, had only turned 21 a few months ago, she was ready to show these girls what they should do. She was a coach that used both verbal and physical pointers, just using herself to show them what to do. Reb had been playing volleyball ever since she in... was it, she believed it was 2nd grade, well now she was 21 years old and still playing, she had experience. She held a bag over her shoulder, it was a netted bag, and filled nearly to the brim with volleyballs for the teams use. She didn't know how good of a team she had, but she knew she could make them good. She rested her Iphone on the bench, on top of her clip board and rested the bag on the ground. She stretched, just warming herself. She pulled up her knee pads, she could have been mistaken for one of the players, but held a authority way that showed she wasn't one. Reb went over her list for a second, thinking about it, she would see where she would have to place the girl, there were many positions, for example one was Libero. She thought about it and lay on the floor setting in the air. Just something she usually did, she slowly sat up, still continuing her setting, then stood up, continuing her setting without stopping or faltering. After awhile she set the ball one last time and as it came down began to bump it. They were small controlled bumps, the ball on going maybe a foot in the air.

She thought, when would these girls arrive? It wasn't time yet, but she liked people to be early. Once they got here she would give them instructions. She would tell them what they would do as soon as they got to practice, their warm up, every day. She would get them in a circle, pass some information. She required that each of them grew to like or at least tolerate each other. They weren't going to be any good if they couldn't. They had better come to at least get used to each other, or they just better take a step back before entering her gym. The courts were basically hers, the school owned them, but she was coaching at the time. If they weren't going to work together, they were wasting her time. She wasn't there to be their friend, if they did become friends, that was good but she wasn't going to all softy on them. She practiced her spike, waiting. Standing back, she concentrated, she not only loved coaching volleyball, but loved playing it, and would most likely never stop. Moving forth she tossed the ball high in the air, and jumped tall, then, bringing her hand forth, with a strong hand she hit the ball downward but forth. The ball soared over the net, missing it by an inch, and hit the ground with a hard sound. She was always working at her best, and continued to wait for the girls, slowly getting bored as she worked on herself, thinking about drills she could do with them.

[Samantha 'Sam' Lawrence]

Sam strained against herself to get out of the shower. The heat against her skin felt amazing. The dorm room had began to feel like it was freezing. Though the weather was still warm out, something in the girl hated anything below seventy in a building. Back home the house was never under seventy-five. Her father insisted on burning wood in the winter to keep the house warm. In her home you wear shorts in the summer and winter. The fall weekends were spent chasing her father around on a four wheeler, making sure he didn't get hurt, and throwing wood into the wagon.

After Sam mentally convinced herself to get out, her skin crawled at the feeling of the cold air. Quickly, she grabbed the towel, and encased herself in it, numbing the feeling of the cold. The towel rubbed back and forth quickly, drying the cooling water, and heating herself. She sighed inwardly, wrapped the towel around her hair, and grabbed the robe that was hanging on the back of the door. The robe encased the last of her body heat. She opened the door, allowing the steam to escape from the bathroom. Her freshly packed duffel bag lay on the top of her bed. Next to the bag was her clothes for practice.

She slipped on her undergarments, and peace sign spandex shorts. Lastly before she made her way to the gym, she put on her tee shirt, and sweat clothes. Her knee pads, sneakers, and volleyball stayed in the black duffel bag. Finally as she reached the door, she gave her puppy a quiet warning, and made her way to the gym. The sliding sandals she had on scuffed the ground as she made her way through the hallway. Sam had made no attempt to lift her feet higher as she strode down the stairs.

Sam pushed open the doors to the gym, seeing a young woman already in the gym serving. No one else had beaten her to practice, which made her happy. She always believed it earned her brownie points to arrive first. Sam made her way over to the bench, dropping her bag. She pulled her knee pads out and volleyball just in case. She figured the coach would have a stash of balls already, but it couldn't hurt to come prepared. The sweater and sweatpants came off after she sat down on the bench. She slid off her sandals and exchanged them with her sneakers. Without thinking she tried to put her knee pads on over her sneakers, causing a mammoth groan to escape her. She pulled off her sneakers, put on the knee pads, then put her shoes back on. The she waited patiently on the sidelines, doing some simple stretches.

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[Aspen Kayla Smith]

Aspen was glad to sign up for volleyball. She may not have played in a while, yet she knows how to play and the rules for it. She sighed as she didn't have much volley ball items for practice. She digged through her closet, goin through every inch of it for proper volleyball clothing. She already had sneakers, shirt, and shorts. She was just missing one thing. She remembered her old volleyball she brough to the academy. 'Wait.. did I even remember to bring my volley ball?' She thought to herself before looking through the closet again.

She checked the time, she wasn't late yet. After another two minutes of looking through her closet, she finally found her volleyball. The ball was a bit dirty, yet fairly new. Almost new as a brand new pair of white sneakers. She only played volleyball for one week back then before she lost interest. Now she thinks she shold get back in the game. She went to the bathroom and slipped on a grey shirt, and nike shorts. She tied her hair in a neat pony tail and a thing layer of lip gloss. She didn't want to look too.. whatever the word is...perky.

She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed her gym bag and stuffed in a pair of knee pads, her volleyball, water bottle, phone, and dorm keys. She put on her pair of sneakers and made sure she got everything and didn't want to leave anything important behind. She said good bye to Layla before leaving the Yellow Ribbon house.

She walked around the Academy before finding the gym. She pushed open the doors to the gym and slipped in. She saw a girl had already beaten her first to practice. She as well saw a young woman on the court. She grinned towards the woman and the girl. She put her bag on the bench and started to get her knee pads on. She grabbed her volley ball out her bag before zipping it closed. The coach didn't say whether to bring a volleyball or not, yet she brought hers anyways. If they didn't need to, then it would just a waste of time back in her dorm when she was trying to find her old volley ball. She stood on the side lines like the other girl yet kept a reasonable distance. She set the volley ball next to her and started stretching as well.

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[Lindsey Bradshaw]

Lindsey flipped her hair over the top of her head and then fathered it together; attempting a ponytail. Throwing it up and over, she accomplished her mission. Then placing a headband ontop of her head, Lindsey walked to her closet.

Finding a tournament shirt; bright and neon yellow, she placed it on herself, and over her hair. Then having a pair of black spanks ready to go; she threw them over, with a pair of sweatpants overtop.

Grabbing her bag and then her phone, Lindsey placed Red into his kennel; and walked out of the dorm room, now with her new dormmate Izzy. Walking down and out of the Red Ribbon House, she quickly walked to the Gym; where pratice was being held. Checking the time; she saw that she was early; about twenty minutes. Shrugging; Lindsey walked in anyways and headed towards the side with the net; where her coach was already warming up.

Placing her bag on the bleachers; Lindsey shook off her sandals, and then placed her kneepads on and laced up her shoes the next moment. Sitting on the ground, she stretched out her legs; and then stood up and stretched her arms. During this time, she said, My names Lindsey Bradshaw. hoping that the coach would catch onto her.

[Annabelle Archer]

Sitting in her room with her border collie at her feet she was completely ready for the practice. Belle was quite excited for the very first meeting/practice. Not knowing who was on the team was a little bit unnerving as she didn't know if she would clash with these girls. Hoping and praying she would just get along with at least one girl. Her knee pads and court shoes were in the bag. Black spandex with purple markings on them and a shirt that had printed across it 'Set, Pass, Spike, Repeat'. Her leg bounced around as she waited for the time she would head to the gym. Belle didn't want to be extremely eariler or late at that. Finally moving from the bed she walked to the door and then down the stairs, quickly heading over to the gym. Getting in the gym she saw the coach and three other girls there. Placing her bag on the bleachers she removed her adidas sports sandals and put on her court shoes and knee pads. Well she really didn't know anyone by their first name here, which was not what Belle had hoped for, but she would have to deal with it.