Ok first FF. please lemme know if i should continue or stop writing. muchas gracias!

And so starts...The Story You Wanted to Write!

"Lets go ladies, push right here! There and back and you're done!" cheered Coach Gombert. "29, 30, 31. Nice job ladies, circle up, stretch and you may go."

It was another early Saturday morning practice. We were running and lifting to stay in shape throughout the volleyball season. Yeah, it was early, waaay early, but hey….it showed. We had just clinched our playoff position the night before. First time in 6 years we had made it to the post season!

As we walked out to our cars someone cried, "I don't think I've ever been this sore!" We all laughed as we turned and looked at the 5' 7", green eyed blonde. That was my best friend Kim, or Kimbo, as we so fondly called her. She was a defensive specialist and pretty damn good at it too. She's been around for forever and was a sarcastic, but spunky girl.

"Think again, dear. Does TAC ring any bells?" I replied. I'm Bradley, or as Jessie calls me – Gandee, and I'm also on the team. I'm a middle blocker, which means I'm tall (like 6'), which isn't always a good thing. I have brown hair that hits my shoulders with brown eyes. I've been described as an over-achiever, but whatever. More like goal-orientated, but I still love to goof off and procrastinate.

"Hah, that was a hell hole, except for the whole guys-working-out-with-out-shirts situation," said my other best friend, Jessie (aka Hobbit). This child was the Queen of Boy-Crazy girls, hands down. She was about 5' 5" with long brown hair. She set for our team, one of the best setters in the city. Jessie is the most loyal person I know. She'll stick by you, but knock sense into you if you need it.

"I haven't slept or had a normal life since the season started," I complained. "But I love this sport too much."

"Don't you wish sometimes that you could just, get away, go to a different life?" asked Kim.

"All the

time." Jessie and I said in unison. We all laughed. We have ESPN like that.

"Well well well, Morris what do we have here?" snickered some guy in a fedora. Wait, where did he come from? People in high school don't wear fedoras, plus no one was in the parking lot but us and the other 9 girls from the volleyball team.

"OH MY JESUS!" screamed Jessie, "WHERE ARE WE!" We all looked around frantically, hoping to find something that looked familiar.

"Youse in Manhattan, sweet face," said the other...Morris, I take it. "And, youse exactly what we'se been lookin' fo."