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We were up by 7 points, and our best server was up. Everything seemed fine, but then, from the opposite side of the court...
They really had the nerve! The red team started making loud, distracting, noises during our team's serve to mess us up. It was an unspoken rule that you NEVER do that. But the ref said nothing. I was pissed.
I will beat those little poop piles up so bad... I'm gunna make them lose, then smile at them, and tell them that they're pathetic and suck so much that they can't win even after sabotaging the other team! I will rub salt in their wounds! No... not salt... Um... Bleach! I want to pour bleach in their wounds and I HOPE IT BURNS!
It was my turn to serve. I walked up to the base line and grabbed the ball. The whole time, I was smiling psychotically as a side effect of my rage. I decided to vent out all my anger, so I tossed the ball and swung my arm as hard and fast as I could.
It was one of my best serves ever. But I might've swung a little too hard because a girl on the red side injured herself in an attempt to respond to my serve. She sat out for the rest of the match.
Oh god... Kelly are you okay?
OOWWW IT HURTS! I CAN'T WALK, COACH!
Honestly, it wasn't even that bad. She'd only twisted her ankle a little. Drama queen. But I didn't feel sorry at all. Not one bit. Is that bad?
It's what she deserves.
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