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It was set point, and the ball was coming right for me. I tracked its trajectory as I squatted low in my ready stance; it was definitely going to be out if I didn’t return it. So I called it, “OUT!” and sidestepped, watching the volleyball smash into the floor…in bounds. The ref announced the point to the opposing team, and the crowd went insane with cheers. The faces of my teammates dropped, and they all walked off the court without looking at me.
I’d just cost us the championship. Guilt and regret swirled in my stomach, making me feel sick as tears prickled at the back of my eyes. How was I going to face everyone? I wished I’d just hit that stupid ball. “Krysta, stay after everyone’s gone.” The coach bellowed over the noise in the gym. I just knew I was in big trouble.